Message-ID: <55700asstr$1177405801@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-Original-Path: o5g2000hsb.googlegroups.com!not-for-mail From: rache <rache696@yahoo.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <1177377498.627848.61010@o5g2000hsb.googlegroups.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 NNTP-Posting-Date: Tue, 24 Apr 2007 01:18:19 +0000 (UTC) User-Agent: G2/1.0 X-HTTP-UserAgent: Mozilla/5.0 (Windows; U; Windows NT 5.1; en-US; rv:1.8.1.3) Gecko/20070309 Firefox/2.0.0.3,gzip(gfe),gzip(gfe) Complaints-To: groups-abuse@google.com Injection-Info: o5g2000hsb.googlegroups.com; posting-host=222.127.50.77; posting-account=qBK25Q0AAACTpvYY3RGCixMIsuvRRKwm X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 23 Apr 2007 18:18:18 -0700 Subject: {ASSM} A Little Magic Ch.4 by Rachael Ross (M/F, Fantasy, Magic, Size, Mast, Light BDSM) Lines: 362 Date: Tue, 24 Apr 2007 05:10:01 -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/Year2007/55700> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: Sagittaria, RuiJorge A Little Magic By Rachael Copyright 2007 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. Intended for mature audiences. Story Codes: M/F, Fantasy, Magic, Size, Mast, Light BDSM A Little Magic - Chapter Four "Whew!" Pauline was laying on Robert's palm, her legs still spread around his middle finger, but not tightly at all now. "I don't know about you, Bob, but I need a shower after that!" She sighed and caressed her left breast which had fallen out of the small bikini she wore. Robert stared at his tiny boss, his hand still trembling just a little and he actually had to resist the urge to shake her away. He could feel the wetness in his underwear from his orgasm just a few moments before and he felt deeply humiliated, and more than a little guilty. He was leaning against the wall, there in the upstairs hallway, just between the large framed wedding portrait of himself and Brenda on one side, and the family portrait they'd taken just a few months before, on Heather's sixth birthday. Pauline was happy for a change, and not just because cumming was good for relieving stress, but because she knew she'd made Robert do something against his will. She'd brought the man to orgasm, which was probably what he really needed, she thought, but hardly the point. Pauline had found power over him, how much she couldn't know yet, but it was there and if she could manipulate him once, she could do it again. She could use that power to get what she wanted, that was the important thing, and what Pauline wanted - even more than returning to normal size - was revenge. That the path required her to seduce the man was of little concern, sex was a tool like any other. The woman purred happily and contemplated her words carefully. Robert would pay for what he'd done, and so would that shrew of a wife of his. This wouldn't be the first home Pauline had wrecked, that honor belonged to a certain law professor in college who'd had the temerity to give Pauline less than a perfect grade, after she'd let him take her to a motel room. He'd stabbed her in the back and paid for it dearly, losing his wife and children in the process. Robert was Pauline's assistant and he'd obviously driven the knife deep between her shoulder blades. Pauline was more than ready to return the favor. "Robert...I really need to wash myself." Pauline said, shaking his thumb gently. "Please?" "Yeah, uh...Okay..." Robert blinked and nodded and rubbed his sweating forehead with his other hand. "I bet you could use a shower too, huh?" Pauline asked. "It's okay, I won't tell anyone what happened. It'll be our secret, okay?" "What?" Robert was walking slowly, his legs slightly bowed as he made his way to the nearby bathroom. "Our secret." Pauline smiled, but she resisted the urge to laugh. "I just want you to know, you can trust me." "A secret..." Robert hadn't thought of that, of what it meant in the long term, this strange episode at the top of the stairs. The fact was Robert didn't have any secrets, which quite possibly made him unique among men. But now he did, he realized. Brenda could never know about this, she wouldn't understand. How could she when Robert himself didn't understand why it had happened. It would only hurt her feelings, knowing that while nothing had really happened between him and his boss, Robert had still had an orgasm. Robert closed the bathroom door and locked it. "Brenda wouldn't understand." He said, needing to explain to someone, anyone...Even Pauline. He'd put her down on the bathroom cabinet, on the counter next to the sink, and he started to sit on the toilet but that didn't feel especially comfortable so he stood back up. "Of course she wouldn't." Pauline agreed, watching Robert struggle with his consternation. "I need to clean myself." Robert said finally, mostly talking to himself. Like Pontius Pilot himself, Robert thought, he needed to wash away the guilt, and that thought just saddened him more. "You need a shower, Robert." Pauline nodded. "And so do I. Don't worry, I won't look. I promise." "What? Oh..." Robert had momentarily forgotten about Pauline. "Here, I'll uh, turn on the water for you..." He reached for the faucet, intending to let Pauline bathe in the sink once more, but she stopped him. "Can't I take a real shower? Please?" She asked nicely. "I won't be a bother, I swear." "With me?" Robert swallowed hard. "No...that's not a good idea, Pauline." Robert shook his head. "It's just a shower, Robert...Come on!" Pauline smiled at him, pacing the countertop back and forth so that Robert's eyes followed her closely. He wasn't going to admit it, Pauline thought, but he wanted her now. He'd touched her, in the middle of her cum, Robert had stroked her as a lover, and immediately cum himself. That was something he might push away consciously, but underneath the man would never forget. He wanted her now, even more than he'd wanted her then, and the feeling would only grow stronger. All she had to do was wear him down, slowly but surely, and he'd be hers completely. "I don't know..." He glanced at the door. "It's locked, don't worry." Pauline smiled as she began removing her swimsuit, reaching up, behind her neck to untie her top. The motion pulled her breasts up enticingly and Robert's eyes grew large. He did want her, Robert knew. It was a small voice in the back of his mind, and not even a voice at all, but just a feeling, a desire. She was beautiful and alluring and thrilling, just standing there six inches tall. If anything that was the part that excited him most, how small she was, and how fragile she seemed. Pauline was vulnerable, and dependent on Robert, like a child but without the emotions a child engendered in him. A child was sacred and he could no more imagine touching a child, any child, anymore than he could fly to the moon. Such thoughts weren't within his capacity...But Pauline was no child, obviously. She was a woman and desire was an instinct that every man struggled with sooner or later. Robert wanted to say no, that Pauline would have to content herself in the sink. In fact he almost had the words out and it wasn't desire that changed his mind, although Pauline believed otherwise, it was the realization that he'd have to leave her alone for the five minutes or so it took him to shower. If guilt is the father of anything, it is most certainly suspicion. He couldn't trust her, Robert knew, not alone in his house. It was too dangerous, for her and for his family. Pauline was still angry, she hadn't learned her lesson yet, and so she needed a close eye at all times. Robert sighed and nodded, wondering for the first time if he'd done the right thing after all, shrinking the woman as he had. Pauline had promised not to look, but of course she did. It was impossible not to and she had to suppress a giggle when Robert peeled off his boxers, white with little red and blue diamonds on them. They were wet with semen and Robert flushed pink when he glanced up, seeing Pauline sitting on the edge of the counter waiting and watching. "You said you wouldn't look!" He protested, turning away from her. "Oh, get over it Robert!" Pauline smiled. "You don't have anything I haven't seen before. Besides, you've seen me all day, so how can this be so wrong, hmmm?" That didn't make Robert feel any better, being the truth as it was. He said nothing else as he undressed quickly and turned on the shower, adjusting it with his hand under the spray. Pauline watched him, of course, noting that while Robert was certainly no Rico (who was built like a Spanish Adonis) he wasn't too awful for a middle-aged secretary either. Pauline wondered if Robert didn't work out once in awhile. His body was trim, not well defined or anything, but healthy and his cock...Pauline did a little double take at that. Robert was positively hung, which was really surprising. It was soft now of course, but still impressive as it hung there all of six inches long and rather thick. There was just no telling about some people, Pauline thought. Robert had a big dick, surprise, surprise...No wonder Brenda was so possessive, if she was getting that every night. "Why don't you just put me there..." Brenda pointed at the unused soap holder built into the shower wall. It was wide and semi-circular and it had a grab handle built into it. "...and after you're done washing up, you can hold me so I can get clean, okay?" It sounded reasonable to Robert, so that's how they did it. Pauline sitting behind the chrome bar, her legs dangling down, leaning over with her hands under chin. She watched closely as Robert washed himself, having to pay particular attention to his cock and balls, naturally. It was like going to the Pantheon, which was an exclusive club that featured male strippers. It was very popular with professional women, many of whom had sacrificed any sort of family life for their careers. This was rather like getting a private shower show with one of the dancers, and with a penis like Robert's he certainly could have qualified...If he'd buffed up a little more, Pauline thought. As it was, watching the man wash his long thick cock and roll his large and nicely shaped balls around in his soapy hands, was very, very nice and Pauline couldn't help but squeeze her thighs together. "Okay," Robert said, brushing water from his hair and over his face as he stepped back from the spray, "your turn." "Goody!" Pauline smiled and stood up to allow Robert to delicately handle her. Robert stood back, with his arms out, palms together to give Pauline room to wash herself. Every now and then he'd move her from under the water to reach the soap dangling from the shower head, and she'd rub her hands on it and wash her body. He even gave her just a little shampoo so she could wash her hair, just a drop was all she needed. It was hard though, watching the small woman take her shower. The way she moved, pushing her hips one way and then the other. Bending over from the waist to wash her (relatively) long legs one at a time. The way Pauline moved her hands over her breasts, almost as if she were caressing them, making her brown nipples stiffen, just a little. Robert was frowning, Pauline noted as she turned slightly, wiping the water from her eyes, and then she glanced down and saw the reason. Robert's penis had grown and the woman gave a little squeal of delight, which Robert didn't notice thank goodness or he might have dropped her. His cock was stiff now, standing straight out at least nine inches, maybe even ten in Pauline's expert opinion. And thick! Pauline wondered if she'd be able to get her arms around it, if she ever had to, she told herself. It was as fine a cock as she'd ever seen on a man and she shook her head slightly, wondering why a man like Robert, who'd obviously never had any woman besides his wife, should have been blessed with a gift like that. Robert had his eyes closed, trying very hard not to think of Pauline or the way she looked all wet and glistening in the palms of his hands. He cursed his penis, wondering what he'd ever done to deserve something like that. The one part of him that had always seemed to be beyond his control. He was trying very hard to will it soft, but of course that was impossible and the more he tried, the less successful he was. He tried to think of innocent things, memories and such that had nothing to do with Pauline or her beautiful body. But every time he thought of something, Pauline was there, naked and inviting...This wasn't right, wanting the woman sexually. He didn't love her, he loved his wife, and that was what made him a man, wasn't it? Different from animals? He could control himself, couldn't he? Apparently not, because when Robert finally opened his eyes he saw Pauline bent over, presenting her tiny perfect ass to his view, and she was washing herself slowly, sliding her fingers across her sex. It looked like she was masturbating, right there in front of him, in his own hands and Robert swallowed hard as he watched several of Pauline's fingers disappear momentarily in the soft wet pink between her spread legs. His cock twitched and jerked, all by itself, and Robert knew he had to stop this. It couldn't happen to him again, not twice in one evening. He resisted the urge to touch himself, which was a strong one to be sure. Robert wanted to grab his penis and stroke it, but no...He'd done that before, as a young man before he'd met Brenda, but never since. He wasn't going to start now just because Pauline was doing it. "Are you almost done?" Robert said, his voice sounding more like the croaking of a frog at first. "Almost." Pauline said, not bothering to stand up, but just peering at Robert over her back as she continued to 'wash' herself. Pauline really couldn't help herself. The water felt good and it was an unimaginable luxury lying in a man's hands, literally. Pauline had always been the one on top, in every relationship she'd ever had, and this one was not going to be the exception. But still, her thoughts wandered, Robert had given her that spanking and at the time it had made her angry beyond words. But had it really been so bad? Right then Pauline wasn't so sure. Like many powerful people, the real escape, the best escape, was into a situation opposite from normal. Pauline had never thought she'd feel that way, but... In Robert's hands Pauline was happy, which was strange. She worked her fingers in and out of her sex slowly, hoping that Robert was watching, but unwilling to risk a look of her own to make sure. She had to trust that he was, because she wanted him to look. She liked that feeling, being watched, being wanted. It gave her control. But the spanking...Pauline sighed, thumbing her fiery clitoris. How nice would it be if Robert spanked her right now? He was her slave, standing there with his aching prick standing at attention. He was hers completely and yet, she wanted him to be stronger than that. Wasn't that why she was doing this, Pauline asked herself? She was being bad now, being very bad, and fingering herself in front of his face like a cheap whore. Hadn't he promised to punish her for being bad? Pauline moaned softly, her pussy contracting around her fingers as she worked them deep. She was cumming again, spilling her juices down her legs, washed away by the hot water running down her shuddering form. It was good, so good, all her fantasies coming together...Cumming together. Robert her slave assistant, lusting after her. His wife jealous and possessive and clinging to the fragile hope that she could compete with Pauline. And Robert finally coming to his senses, in Pauline's feverish dream, waking up and knowing what he had to do...Knowing he had to punish his helpless boss one more time. It was a very good orgasm. Robert waited, helplessly watching Pauline as she brought herself to climax in his hand. He felt the urgency inside himself, the desperate longing to touch her, just to feel her once more under his fingers. He held his breath and closed his eyes, trying to think of anything but her. "There...All done." Pauline announced and then she decided to drive another nail in the coffin. "Oh my!" She giggled, pretending to notice Robert's erection for the first time. "Look at that! Robert...Your cock is so...Big!" "Yeah, hmmm..." Robert mumbled something, and pulled his left hand away, making sure Pauline was safe in his right. "Did I do that?" Pauline asked, her words dripping with wonder. Robert didn't say anything as he turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, careful to stand on the mat. He reached over to put Pauline on the counter once more, and reached for a towel, drying himself quickly. "Can you dry me too, Robert?" Pauline asked, huddling there naked. "I'm getting cold." =-=-=-=-=-=-= "You were taking a shower?" Brenda stated the obvious. She'd been waiting in the bedroom she and Robert shared, knowing perfectly well that he was taking a shower, but only suspecting the worst...That Pauline was in there with him. "A shower?" Brenda repeated. "With her?" She pointed at Pauline, who was sitting casually in Robert's hand, wrapped in a small dry washcloth. Robert was wearing a towel around his waist and the good thing was that his penis had begun to shrink immediately when he saw Brenda standing there. "Well, she...I needed to shower and..." Robert cleared his throat. "You took a a shower with another woman." Brenda pursed her lips and crossed her arms. "I can see why you like him so much." Pauline said, unable to help herself. "What? What are you talking about?" Brenda stared at the tiny woman, knowing exactly what Pauline was talking about. "Robert." Pauline smiled and gave Robert's thumb a little pat with her hand. "He's such a nice guy, such a big...heart." She wiggled her eyebrows at Brenda, but they were very small and Pauline was afraid Brenda had missed it. "And it belongs to me." Brenda said quickly. She hadn't missed a thing and Brenda knew exactly what the little slut was talking about. That little exchanged worked to Robert's benefit, if nothing else, distracting Brenda's anger for the moment. She'd turned possessive and protective, as well she should because she loved Robert deeply and she knew in her heart that he loved her. He wouldn't do anything, not with Pauline or any other woman, Brenda thought. He was too good of a man. The best man she'd ever met, that was for sure, and while the six inch bimbo might think she could twist Robert around her fingers, the truth was that she just didn't know how Robert worked. If Pauline's plan was to come between her and her husband, Brenda thought, she was in for a rude surprise! Brenda would never, ever let that happen. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= End of Chapter Four rache696@yahoo.com www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/rache/www/index.htm To be continued... -- 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}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+