Message-ID: <54526asstr$1158585001@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-Original-Path: h48g2000cwc.googlegroups.com!not-for-mail From: "classic rider" <classicrider14@excite.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <1158566351.104572.8800@h48g2000cwc.googlegroups.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 NNTP-Posting-Date: Mon, 18 Sep 2006 07:59:16 +0000 (UTC) User-Agent: G2/1.0 X-HTTP-UserAgent: Mozilla/4.0 (compatible; MSIE 6.0; Windows NT 5.1; SV1; .NET CLR 1.1.4322),gzip(gfe),gzip(gfe) Complaints-To: groups-abuse@google.com Injection-Info: h48g2000cwc.googlegroups.com; posting-host=70.20.71.76; posting-account=n27vdg0AAABnfqQpQ4-o8ZpVuEEssfHW X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 18 Sep 2006 00:59:11 -0700 Subject: {ASSM} Adventure in the City (The Return) Mm/humiliation Lines: 708 Date: Mon, 18 Sep 2006 09:10:01 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2006/54526> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: RuiJorge, dennyw This is a work of fiction. It is not to be read by minors. It includes force, homosexuality and racial slurs. If you are offended by this kind of fantasy, please search for something else to read. Having gotten all of that out of the way, let's get on with the story. It had been a while since my last trip to the city where I used to stumble down the dark corridors of porn movie houses, spying on all the amazing things that were going on inside. I decided to see if anything had changed since my last visit. I wandered down the dark rainy streets of the city at night. Bright headlights rushed by; car splashed muddy water on my pants and sneakers. I shook my fist and cursed the reckless drivers, but I'm sure they didn't give a shit. I spent the early part of the evening gulping down beer in local tavern. While I was filling up on the piss-colored liquid I was thinking about what might be in store for me in the porn movie theater. I wish I had given some thought to going to the men's room to take a leak before I left the bar - but I was too absorbed in my visions of naked boys doing their hustle to make some money from rich suburban guys in the darkness of the theater. Now, as I was racing toward the movie house I cursed my lack of foresight. I grabbed my crotch to keep from pissing in my pants. I danced from toe to toe looking desperately for a place to relieve myself. There, in front of me, was a parking garage with a bright Neon sign. I ducked inside the garage, still clutching my crotch in the bright glow of the florescent lights as I made my way past the vending machines. On the far side of the bright hallway was a scruffy looking metal door marked "Men". I pushed my inside and raced to the nearest urinal. I had no time to spare. I ripped my pants open and let a forceful flow of fresh hot piss stream from my dick into the urinal. I breathed a loud sigh of relief. When I could finally relax and began to shake the excess piss off of the tip of my dick I noticed a soft grunting sound coming from one of the stalls. There was also the rustling sound of clothing and of skin being rubbed vigorously. I thought to myself, "I'm sure that this is not what I think it is. Nobody would jerk off in a public men's room." I zipped myself up and crept over near the stalls. From where I was standing I saw a pair of red and white sneakers pointing straight up. The boy's feet were making jerking motions. I drew closer to the door of the stall and heard the boy's heavy breathing between his grunts, and the steady sound of excited stroking. I peeked through the crack in the door of the stall and saw a smooth-skinned black boy pumping his hard cock. The boy was lost in his own world. His eyes were half-closed and his lips were quivering as he anxiously pumped that black dick - it must have been about 8 or nine inches. I watched as his baggy pants shook with his vigorous strokes. They were bunched around his ankles, revealing his smooth black thighs and firm calves. I pressed my face against the crack in the opening of the door to his stall, but the kid didn't notice me. His thick, moist dark brown lips kept quivering as he leaned back and enjoyed himself. Suddenly he sat straight up and his body became rigid. He let out a loud sigh and a thick stream of cum exploded from his cock. He shot two or three loads of heavy white cream all over his dark thighs, his abs and his pubic hair. The boy leaned back, eyes still half closed, and let out a loud sigh, "Awww Mercy!" I took that as a cue to slip out of the room before he realized he was being spied on. As I left the men's room I heard him tugging on the roll of toilet paper and wiping himself off. I felt a rush of excitement in my gut; so this is what it's going to be like tonight in the city! When I left the garage I was surprised to discover that what began as a trickle of rain had now became a heavy downpour. I ran down the rain-slicked sidewalk, which reflected light like a black mirror. I noticed a shop just up ahead. It looked like it was still open. The display window was bright, with popular magazines on display. A neon in the display window gave off a steady humming sound and cast a red glow on the dark wet streets. The sign read: "Sex, Sex, Sex." I knew I had reached my destination. I ducked inside the store. It felt good to get out of the rain. The place smelled of air freshener and cigar smoke. A grey-haired black man behind the counter, with half a cigar clamped between his teeth quickly looked me over. "May I help you, sir?" I guess I was a little intimidated by the man. I thought, "Maybe I shouldn't rush into this too quickly. What if someone I know sees me here? What if the salesclerk thinks I some kind of pervert?" I eyed the boxed plastic sex dolls hanging on the walls and a line of all kinds of hard rubber dildos. There were big ones and small ones; black ones and white ones; veiny ones and smooth ones. I rubbed my shirt sleeve across my forehead and felt my heart race with anxiety. I looked sheepishly at the man. "N-no. It's cool. I'm just ducking out of the rain." I shifted nervously on my feet as he continued to stare at me. "Well you can't duck in here..." I felt a flush of heat. I wanted time to get adjusted to these surroundings. I blurted out, "Why not?" The man narrowed his eyes, "Because this is an establishment. We're here to make money. We aren't a shelter for the homeless." I bit my lip. My face grew red with anger. I was insulted being compared with the homeless. I glared at him and stalked toward the door. His eyes followed me as he chomped on his cigar, "You gotta buy some tokens if you want to stay here. You gotta go into the back there and watch a movie." By this time I was standing by the glass door and could hear the torrent of rain pounding the sidewalk. I didn't want to go back outside in that. Besides, isn't this what I came here for in the first place? Isn't this what my adventure in the city is all about? "How much for the tokens?" "You gotta buy five dollars worth. This is a business." I pulled out a crumpled five dollar bill and slapped it on the counter. The gray-haired man pulled a silver lever on the token dispenser beside the cash register. He pulled five times, as shiny aluminum coins piled into the palm of his hand. "Okay." He slapped the tower of coins down on the counter. "You can go to the back and enjoy yourself." I swallowed hard and barely mumbled, "Thank you." I brushed past strings of beads that covered the archway leading to the back. I had no idea what to expect; there was no way of telling what might be in store for me. It was dark, except for the dull glow of low lights in the display case outside of each booth. Most of signs read something like this: "Preview Movie 25 cents a Token" The backroom smelled of cigarette smoke, urine and cum. It felt like I was walking into a haunted house in an amusement park. You never know what creatures will jump out at you from the shadows. As I crept past the video booths I noticed that none of them had doors. Somebody later explained to me that this was because it is state law, to discourage sexual activity. From what I could see, the doorless booths only seemed to increase the activity. They were laid out in a maze-like design, and the lights low. I stumbled down a dark narrow corridor, hoping to find an empty booth where I could sit down and dry off. There was a booth at the end of the corridor, but before I could turn the corner to enter it I noticed a soft moaning sound. I peeked inside the booth and saw two figures bathed in the dim blue light from the TV screen. An fairly old white man, must have been in his sixties, leaned back in the seat. His pale frame glowed in the dim light. His white hair was askew and his face was slick with sweat. His shirt unbuttoned and open, revealing a shriveled wrinkled body. His pants were also unzipped and open. As I looked closer I noticed that kneeling on the floor in front of the old man was a young black boy. The boy's mouth was buried in the old man's crotch and he was bobbing his head up and down on the white man's dick. The man held the black boy's head between his pale thin hands and pushed the boy's face back down each time he came up for air. The boy's lips slurped on the old white man's cock. The whites of the boy's eyes stood out in the darkness as a bright contrast against his black face. I stood there, unnoticed I hoped, and watched as the young boy serviced his master. The man was clearly enjoying it. He sighed and heaved in his seat. I slowly pulled out my own cock and quietly stroked it. Suddenly the older white man entered a spasm and his pelvis jerked wildly in the young boy's mouth. He let out a loud sigh, as if something had just exploded inside of him. The black boy gagged and he closed his eyes as he took the old man's cum. The man's body continued to shake while the boy choked and coughed. There was thick white cum dripping out of the boy's mouth. It dribbled down the black boy's chin. There was even cum trickling out of the young boy's nose. The white man let out another loud sigh and relaxed against the back of his seat again. The young black boy wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and tried to rest, but the older man suddenly grabbed the young boy by the back of his head and rubbed the boy's face all over his softening crotch. He wiped the side of the boy's face and with his cum covered dick, and wiped some of his cum in the boy's nappy hair. The boy looked embarrassed. The older man grabbed the black boy's jaw and forced his thick tender lips open. Then the white man cleaned his shriveled cock in the black boy's mouth. I slid back into the dark corridor, searching for another booth where I could sit down and be alone. As I stumbled down the dark corridor I heard loud dull thumping sounds coming from one of the booths. With my curiosity already piqued I decided to check it out. In the soft glow of the video screen I saw a handsome brown-skinned teenager who was buck naked on the seat of the booth. His legs were stretched up in the air and resting on the shoulders of a fat hairy older white man. The colored boy was getting his ass plowed - but good. His head bumped against the wall with every thrust the big white man made in his tight young black ass. I thought I saw tears streaming down the handsome teenager's face. The boy's eyes were closed and his lips quivered, as if he was hoping for the ass pounding to stop, but the hefty white man never let up. "You like that big white cock in yur black ass, Nigger?" The boy just whimpered softly and unconvincingly, "yes". He clutched his seat while his long teenaged cock swung from side to side in rhythm with the pounding the older white guy was giving him. I noticed that the brown-skinned black boy had low-hanging testicles that bounced up and down on the plastic seat. The white man pounded the boy hard, giving him a taste of real manhood that he could never find in the ghetto. The man grunted. Sweat dripped from his face and chest onto the boy's smooth brown body. The boy let out a pained moan. The black teenager's torn clothes were spread over the cruddy floor. I noticed a ripped, balled up FUBU t-shirt, tossed Timberland boots, and a discarded silk head rag on the floor. The floor was also covered with sweat, cum and saliva; probably from people who had been in there before. The boy curled his toes and bit his lip while he continued to take his ass-pounding from that thick white cock. Suddenly the man let out a loud moan. He stopped thrusting and his body went still. His dick remained buried deep inside the boy's ass. Then the big white man began to shake. He looked like he was having a seizure. Long thick strands of white cum oozed out of the black boy's ass. It made a puddle on the floor below the seat. The boy's mouth hung open in exasperation. I quickly slipped away. As I made my way down the corridor I noticed a young brown-skinned Mexican youth. He was leaning against the wall. He barely had a mustache on his smooth brown face. He appeared to be chewing on a toothpick as he was talking to an older white man. The Mexican youth clutched his crotch. The white man give him money and they ducked into a booth. As I crept closer to the booth I heard the boy say, "Yeah, suck on that dick, Papi. Suck it good." When I looked inside I saw the Mexican kid with his pants down below his thighs and the older man stooped on one knee, sucking the kid's young thug cock. The boy had a thick plume of black public hair that looked like a wild bush rubbing against the white man's face. The boy's eyes were aflame as he looked down at the older cocksucker, serving his dick. The man seemed to be doing a good job - tossing the kid's caramel colored penis and balls with his tongue. The kid loved it. He grabbed the white man's head and his Mexican cock deep down the man's throat. The man rubbed his hands over the kid's lean rippled abs. Then he moved his hand further up the boy's body until he exposed the boy's smooth brown chest. He played with the boy's soft nipples. The older man kept slurping on the Mexican kid's dick while the boy dug his fingers into the man's unkempt hair, making the man suck harder. The boy heaved and let out a sigh. Loads of hot, fresh Mexican cum shot out of the corner of the older man's mouth. The boy spurted more cum into the man's mouth and across his face. Some of the cum trickled onto the floor. When the kid was through shooting his load, he quickly pulled up his pants and left without noticing me crouched in the dark corner, beating off. The scenes from these dark booths rushed through my head. I stroked my cock hard with reckless abandon. I forget about where I was. I forgot about everything that was going on around me. All that mattered was my throbbing hard cock and the sight of those men making black and Hispanic boys serve them. Suddenly I felt the dull thud of someone tapping my ass with his shoe. I whirled around and looked up. I found myself staring in the face of a young black thug. He leered down at me with his smooth dark brown face. He was wearing a heavy dark jacket and his hand was thrust in his pocket. The boy was silent. He just watched me and smirked. He motioned to the covered hand in his pocket. I swallowed hard. "T-take whatever you want. You want my wallet? You want my Ipod? You want my cell phone? You want my jacket?" The boy hissed in a low voice, "I want more than them things." He bit his lip to suppress a laugh. His white teeth shone against his black face in the darkness. "Since you already on yur knees, you kin start by lickin my boots." He stuck a dirty boot under my mouth. I looked up at the concealed weapon in his pocket and slowly lowered my head. I licked that black boy's dirty boots. "Thas it. Be a good byatch and lick dis nigga's boots." I tasted the dirt and leather of his soiled boots. I licked over his toes and thick shoe laces. He turned his boots sideways so that I could reach those parts too. "Yeah, get em clean.." After awhile he motioned for me to move into another booth. "Don't get up, byach; I wanna see you crawl." He walked slowly down the dark corridor between the porn booths, half turned so he could keep the concealed weapon pointed at me. I followed him on my hands and knees. He took me to an empty booth and dumped a handful of silver tokens into the coin slot. He slowly undid his belt and let his sagging pants drop to the floor. He kept the covered weapon pointed at my head. The boy motioned me with his jacket pocket, "Pull my boxers down." I slid my fingers under the waistband of his silk red boxer shorts and slowly pulled them down to his knees. His long black cock dangled in my face. It was supported by thick hairy balls and rested between his smooth firm thighs. I smelled the heavy scent of pubic hair and felt heat coming from the black teenager's groin. He glared down at me, "wash dem ballz." I hesitated, so he gave my head a push with one hand and held the other hand, with the concealed weapon, against my head. "I said 'wash em,' I aint gonna tell you more den twice." I slowly stuck out my tongue and bathed his ghetto balls with my mouth. I tasted sweat and cum as his balls filled my mouth. I felt the course hairs of his balls between my teeth. I tasted that black thug boy in my mouth. His testicles gave off heat and rested heavily between my lips. His pubic sweat covered my mouth. His taste and smell filled my mouth and nose. I gave that black boy a tongue bath. I licked between his sacs and cleaned nut-sac off. I tasted every crevice of that black kid's groin. His dick hardened and poked me in the eye. He hissed, "Kiss dem nutts" I held his thick, black hardening cock and gently and pressed my lips against his hairy sacs. I kissed them again and again, as if I were paying homage to teenage thug sacs. My face reddened with shame. There I was, down on my knees, kissing a young nigger's nuts in a darkened porn booth. How did I ever get in this situation? I lifted the boy's balls and licked under his nuts until I could taste my own saliva. I smelled and tasted the shit from that black boy's ass. I licked and swallowed the juices from his body. His hardening prick oozed precum onto my forehead. My face was pressed between that black boy's smooth, warm thighs, kissing his sacs and licking him clean. Now his dick was throbbing hard. I could feel it pulsating between my fingers. It felt like a heater in January. He put his hand on my head and guided his dick into my mouth. He barely mumbled, "Suck on dis dick." He stuffed me with a mouthful of his thick black cock and pumped it down my throat. He grabbed the back of my head and pushed his black cock in and out of my mouth. I felt his soft, firm thighs and pelvis push against my face. My face was buried in his thick pubes, breathing them in as I chocked on that big black cock. His balls rubbed up against my lips. He kept pumping. I held onto his smooth youthful thug boy thighs as he pumped his dick in my mouth. Suddenly I felt his body tense and shake. I felt the rush of cum rising up his shaft. The boy grabbed my head tight and held my face in his ghetto pubes. He let out a sigh. Thick, hot, salty and slightly sweet liquid spurted down my throat. He gasped and let out a series of these spurts. His juices coated my entire mouth and esophagus. My mouth tasted of fresh nigger cum. He drained his balls in my mouth and I swallowed his juices. That young black teenaged thug became a part of me. He held my head tight with my face in his pubes. I could barely breathe. My nose was filled with his pubic scent. He eased the pressure off of the back of my head and let me pull away. I gasped for a deep breath of fresh air. I tried to spit his cum out of my mouth, but most of it had already gone down my throat. I kept kneeling, bent over with my hands on my knees, breathing heavily - trying to recover from the fear and the shame. The black boy laughed softly, zipped up his pants and slipped into the darkness. I stumbled down the main corridor in the dark until I saw a dim reflection sign that read "Men's Room." The door creaked open. It was a small restroom - barely one person could fit in it at a time, probably to discourage sexual activity. There was a single porcelain toilet and a dirty sink jammed close together. I locked the door. After rinsing out my mouth several times, and washing my face thoroughly, I sat on the toilet and put my face in my hands, in exhaustion and shame. I must have nodded off; I lost track of time. I woke up to the sound of commotion, but didn't know where it was coming from. I looked at the graffiti-covered drywall, and the exposed wire, and dingy light bulb hanging from the ceiling. I noticed a closed vent behind the toilet. The vents were shut, but I plied them open with my fingers and found that I could peek through them to get a clear view into the manager's office. The white manager had a brown-skinned boy bent over the back of his couch. The boy's black ass was bare; he had few tender hairs on his slender legs. I couldn't see his face, just his legs and his feet and his naked black ass. The manager was a large man with a pot belly. He walked beside the bare-assed boy barking, "You're hard-headed. You don't do what you're told. I never should have hired you off the streets. I need to fire your black ass right now!" The boy was pleading, his voice muffled by the back of the couch, "No, no please. I'll do a good job. I'll do anything." The white man seemed amused, "Why do you want this job so bad?" The black boy begged the man, "So's I kin git paid. So's I kin have nice clothes like all the otha niggas. So's I kin buy games fo' my Playstation." The manager chuckled. "Damn right you're gonna do anything I tell you to do. You're gonna be my black pussy bitch tonight." The boy's plea turned into a muffled sob behind the couch. The man unbuckled his belt and slid it off his waist. He rolled part of the leather around his wrist and slashed the boy's black ass like he was punishing a runaway slave. The black boy's body involuntarily jumped with every stroke. The manager whipped the boy's black ass until welts began to appear on the boy's brown skin. Then the manager stopped and stuck his hand inside the boy's ass crack. He felt around inside of the boy's ass, while the helpless teenager let him do it. He spread the black boy's ass cheeks and stuck his fingers deeper inside of the boy's crack. "I'm tired of trying to reason with you hard-headed niggers. All of you young niggers have a bad attitude. You need a white cock inside that black ass of yours to teach you how to act right!" The boy let out a pitiful whimper. The white man continued to finger the boy's ass. The manager slowly unzipped his pants and pulled out a thick white cock. His back was facing me as he mounted the helpless teenager. I watched as his big hairy white ass pumped in and out. The teenaged boy's legs jerked up with the white man's thrusts. The manager grunted as he fucked the wayward black boy, "Take...that...white...cock." The boy moaned in deep pain and humiliation. The manager didn't let up. "I'll...fuck...all...you...black...bastards...and...teach...you...to...be.. .good...employees." The boy's legs shook with every thrust. Each thrust lifted the boy's ass and legs off the ground. The thrusts in the teenager's ass were steady. The man's hairy white ass quivered as he pounded his dick inside the boy. His flabby arms shook. He held the teenager's hips and rammed his cock deeper inside of his trainee. I could hear the steady slap of flesh against flesh as the manager raped that black teenager's ass. The boy let out muffled cries, "Oh shit, Oh shit. No, no, no, no," This only seemed to encourage his tormentor, "Show...you...nigger...a...lesson." Suddenly the manager let out a loud groan and unloaded in the boy's ass. The black boy cried. The manager stood trembling with his dick in the boy's young ass. He continued shaking as he held the teenager by his waist. Then he let out a sigh, and pulled out. Streams of white cum flowed down the boy's slender brown legs as he remained bent over the back of the couch with his muffled cries barely audible. The manager pulled his pants back up, "And I'll fuck you just like I fuck your mama any time I have to teach you niggers how to act right." The boy whimpered while the manager shuffled through some papers piled on his desk. I closed the vent and sat back down on the toilet. My dick was stiff as a rock. I slowly moved my hand to cock and beat off. I was deeply disturbed by all that I had seen and experienced. I vowed that once I got out of this madhouse I would never come back. So this is what city life is like after dark! I knew I didn't want any parts of it! After I finished jerking off and shot my load all over my thighs and hand I cleaned myself up so that I could make good my vows to get away from this terrible place. I eased my way out of the men's room and moved quickly down the corridor - looking for an exit. I stumbled past another open video booth and couldn't help but to look inside. There I saw a completely naked young black man, he must have been in his late teens or early 20s, standing on the seat of the booth; his head was cramped against the ceiling. An older white man was fondling his genitals as if he were inspecting a nigger slave on the auction block. He bounced the black man's large hanging testicles in his hand as if he were weighing them. Then he had the young man turn around and bend over, pressing against the back wall. The black "captive's" ass jutted out, and the white man ran his hand up and down his black ass crack, just like the manager had done with the boy in the back room, and parted his ass cheeks. It seemed as though he had just purchased fine ebony merchandise. The man ran his hand up and down the black youth's muscular dark legs and between his thighs. He turned the young man around once again and pulled on the black boy's long cock. It looked like a thick black rope dangling between his thighs. The white man ran his hand on his black captive's nappy pubic hair and his muscled abs. He started inspected the nigger's belly button. Then I heard him grunt softly, "Get down, boy!" The young black man dutifully got down from the seat and stood naked, awkward and embarrassed. The man reached in his pocket and pulled out a few bills. The black youth reached for them, but the man drew his hand back and held the bills up in the air. "Not so fast. Not so fast. Not in your hand. Open your mouth." The black youth opened his mouth. The white man stuffed it with a fist full of greenbacks while the young man bit down. "Now, get on your knees." The black boy complied with a mouth full of bills; his face in the white man's crotch. The man had him turn around and bend over, resting his solid ebony arms on the seat of the booth, with his head pressed against the wall. His firm, plump black ass jutted out - waiting to be used. The white man stared at his prize - a naked black man on his hands and knees with his ass up in the air; just where he belonged. The man slowly undid his belt, letting his pants drop to the cum stained floor. The black youth was still chewing on the greenbacks. The white man stroked his cock while his captive remained focused on the money. He bent over the black boy's ass and rubbed his hard white cock up and down the boy's ass crack. Then, with a sudden thrust, he pushed his way inside the boy. The black youth winced, clutching the bills with his teeth. The man pushed deeper between the boy's thick dark buns. He grabbed the boy by his shoulders and pushed all the way inside of his the chocolate channel. The man humped wildly in the black boy's ass. The black youth's body swayed with every thrust. The man had full control over the boy. He picked up speed and force. He grabbed the nigger by his nappy head and yanked it back while he made that black boy take his hard white cock. The man's thighs slapped against the boy's firm black ass cheeks. The black boy grunted in pain, but he didn't protest. He took the white man's cock like a good boy. He kept the bills clutched in his teeth. The man grunted, sweat dripping from his forehead onto the boy's naked back. The boy grunted. His body rocked in compliance to the man's thrusts. The man let out a sudden yell, "Yeah, Nigger - Yeah - Yeah Yeaaaaah!" He exploded into ecstasy. His body trembled from head to toe. His face glowed bright red in the darkness. The nigger looked pained. His ass had just been thoroughly used. Tears streamed down his face as he clutched the dollar bills in his mouth. The man collapsed in exhaustion on the black youth's slick sweat covered back and let the rest of his cum trickle inside the dark boy's body. I rushed to get outside. ************************************ Out on the street the air seemed fresh and moist. The night sky was beginning to give way to the first signs of sunlight. The sidewalk was still damp from the heavy rains. I had had my adventure in the city. I felt I got a little more than I had bargained for. I didn't know when I would be back - but somehow I sensed that the tall dark buildings of this hardened town had not yet revealed all of their secrets. ------- ASSM Moderation System Notice-------- This post has been reformatted by the ASSM Moderation Team due to inadequate formatting. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com>| | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderators: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> | |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+