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Subject: {ASSM} My Real Fantasy, by Unlucky (Humor?, MF, oral... forced writing)
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Date: Wed, 27 Jun 2007 14:10:05 -0400
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Note: A late night conversation with a friend brought the questions:
Question: What do you want?
Answer: I want something that will get me to finish all these stories
I start.
Question: That's it?
Answer: Well... maybe a few other things...

My Real Fantasy, by Unlucky

"Write!" she growled at me, holding the whip high in the air.

I tried to pull my eyes off her luscious body, but couldn't. Her thick
thighs and ass in black and crimson boy cut panties with garter belts
coming down to hold up slightly ripped fishnets. Her bra, cupping her
big breasts greedily and her bright green eyes glaring at me angrily.

I must have looked too long, because the heavy leather whip came down
hard against my back. I scream out, my hand coming to the keyboard of
the computer as I tried to obey.

"Type you little prick! I'm tired of watching you sit there starring
at a blank screen... or even worse going over to that stupid
television and watching nonsense. Working 50 hours a week and then
coming home and jerking off to Rache stories and watching Heroes and
Battlestar Galactica episodes all night instead of doing what you
promised me you would do... WHICH IS WRITE!"

The whip came down again, leaving a bright red stripe across my back.

"It's true! I'll write, I'll write!" I said, sloppily typing on my
beautiful black Macbook, which was splattered with my own blood and
tears.

She paced in front of my desk, wrapping and unwrapping the whip around
her arm and watching me.

*

After about three hours I got some real work done and she came back
into my office with someone else.

The girl was eighteen, but just barely. She was timid, dressed in a
Batman t-shirt with a pleated plaid schoolgirl skirt and clunky black
boots. She also wore a pair of fake plastic cat ears on her head and a
pair of thick black rimmed glasses on her face. She looked perhaps
half European and half Japanese, with light skin and large almond
shaped eyes. Her hair was dark brown, but bleached and dyed a
bubblegum pink at the ends; it was pulled into two small pigtails.

"I've been monitoring you... not bad work today. Not good either, but
I guess you deserve something." she cut her eyes at me and pushed the
girl forward.

"Her name is Sally, she's a computer hacker who is going to a Ivy
League college with a double major in French Literature and Particle
Physics. She can cook amazing Thai food, speaks seven languages, is bi
with a lot of hot friends and she is completely in love with you. She
is also double jointed, has no inhibitions and is a completely well
adjusted orphan. Oh and she has millions of dollars."

She pushed she girl forward. The bespectacled co-ed fell to her knees
before me and looked up with a smile.

"Daddy?" she asked with giggle.

The buxom dominatrix cleared her throat, getting my attention.

"I'll be back tomorrow to make sure you are finishing those stories...
and to fuck your new girlfriend."

I nodded, numbly.

"Oh and I called your job and quit for you. Sally will be taking care
of your bills from now on... as well as anything else you'll need."

As she said this Sally pulled my swiveling chair around and unbuckled
my belt.

"I hope you ate breakfast... and are up on your Foucault and Lacan,
because it is going to be a long night of postmodern philosophy and
oral sex." Sally said, expertly ripping off my pants.

I groaned as the door closed and I was left alone with my dream girl.

"Wow.. that feels good. Listen, can we start an band tomorrow?" I said
as I got the best blowjob of my life.

"Sure, I used to play the bass for Bjork."

The End.

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