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Subject: {ASSM} The Girl Ch.2  (MF cons exhib bd)
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{ASSM} The Girl Ch.2  MF cons exhib bd

Copyright 2007 Liem Dyrssen.  all rights reserved.


Title:    The Girl
Author:   Liem Dyrssen (liemdyrssen@gmail.com)
Keywords: MF cons exhib bd
Words:    1420

This is my first time submitting a story to ASSM, please let me know
what you think of it!  There is likely to be at least 2 more chapters,
but they have not be written yet.  If you have ideas about where the
story should go, please send them to me!

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I begin to hear sounds, the black becomes lighter, the music louder.
I see the crowd still gathered around.

Then I feel something.  I feel exposed, my pants are now around my
ankles, but that's not all.  This feels good.

I look down, and there she is, still naked, as beautiful as ever, and
she's sucking my cock.  She's cleaning her juices and my cum off,
careful, gently, making sure she gets it all.  She sucks it all into
her mouth, and the feeling is phenomenal.  My cock had gotten soft
while I was passed out, but now it is coming back with a vengeance.

As it enlarges, she has some difficulty fitting it all in, but somehow
still manages.  It is the most incredible blowjob I've ever
received.   She begins moving her head up and down, my cock hitting
the back of her throat and continuing on.  Then she slides her mouth
off of me.  The warm moisture in the cool air causes goose bumps.  She
looks up at me, a huge smile on her face, and I meet her eyes and
smile too.

Then she moves down and licks my balls... lifting them with her
tongue.   She gently sucks them one at a time into her mouth.  Then
works her way back up from the base to the tip, tickling the underside
of the head.  Then she takes it all the way in again, covering it with
her saliva.  Then she stands up and turns around.  Slowly she lowers
her body toward mine and pushes my cock against her asshole.   She
lets out a loud groan as she impales herself slowly onto me.  It is so
tight that it is almost painful.  Her fingers bumping against my cock
tells me that she's playing with herself while riding me.

After an eternity my cock is all the way in, and then she begins
moving up and down.  I can feel her juices running down onto my
balls.  The globes of her ass are tight and I can see the muscles
flexing in her thighs.  Even though I just recovered from an amazing
orgasm, this is almost too much.  After several minutes of
excruciating pleasure, I have to make her stop.

I reach forward and grab her shoulders, pulling her back onto me.  My
hands find her breasts, my mouth finds her ear.  I whisper sweet words
softly into her ear, and she jumps and wiggles from the tickle of my
voice.  At the sudden movement, my cock slips out.  She whimpers at
the loss.

I then roll to the side, and slip out from under her. I bend over her,
my weight pushing her into the couch.  I begin to play with her
breasts.  Twisting the nipples, tweaking them, squeezing them.  I move
off of her and reaching for my pants, pull them up, reach into the
left pocket and fumble around for a bit, then pull something out.  I
lean down over her again and pull first the right and then left nipple
into my mouth.  Then I attach the nipple clamps I removed from my
pocket.  They are the kind that have a screw.  I place the cold steal
against her wet right nipple, then adjust it until her sudden
inhalation tells me to stop.  I again moisten her left nipple, then
attach and adjust the other clamp.  The cold chain lays across her
chest, making her nipples even more erect.  The pressure of the nipple
clamps makes her squirm.  I pull gently on the chain, and receive a
satisfying squeak in response.

I then finish fastening my pants, and again pull on the chain this
time to encourage her into a standing position.  Then to the amusement
of those still watching, use continued pressure to lead her across the
room to the stairs.  I watch her face and see that her eyes are wide
with pleasure and pain, she is biting her lip to keep from squealing.
We head up the stairs, half way up, I wait for her to pass me, then I
turn her around with a little pull of the chain, then draw her close,
needing to feel her body against mine again.  The nipple clamps poke
against my chest.  I hug her tight, and begin to kiss her.. deeply...
vehemently...  our tongues find and explore each other.  I grab her
ass, squeezing it, pulling her closer still.  Then with a playful swat
we continue up the stairs.

At the top, we see several rooms, looking in the first, we see a bed,
it is occupied by several busy people, there is a man with his face
buried in woman's pussy, while another has his cock in her mouth.  In
the corner is another couple, he is sitting in a chair while she is
riding him, they are both watching the group on the bed.  In the
second room is another bed in a similar setup, this time a man is tied
to it, a woman is sitting on his face, writhing in pleasure.  A second
woman is deep throating his cock, while being fucked from behind.  A
naked man is moving around the bed with a camera taking pictures of
the action.

Then we look into the third room, it contains the toys I am looking
for...  Over in one corner is a St. Anthony's Cross, the cuffs for it
sitting on the floor in front of it.  Several swings, rope sets,
collars, and handcuffs sit neatly stacked in a corner cupboard.  There
is a rack in another corner.  I notice that there are sets of hooks
all over the ceiling. In another area are a couple of suspension bars,
the controls for their hoists mounted on the wall.

In addition to all the BDSM paraphernalia, there are some people.
This room isn't as busy as the first two were though.  One girl is
hanging from a lifted suspension bar, her hands and feet secured to
hooks in a cross bar about 4 feet long.  She is at just the right
height that she is being fucked by a man with a huge cock.  He is able
to easily swing her body and still keep her impaled.  There is also a
man in black latex trussed up near a corner; a small woman is
flagellating him with a crop.

I pull on the chain again.  She emits a quick squeal.  We head over to
the cross.  I pick up the cuffs and place one on each wrist, she has
to stretch so that I can latch them to the cross.  Then I cuff and
hook her ankles, stretch her legs wide and secure them.  I quickly
tighten the belt around her waist to reduce the strain on her limbs.
While kneeling down doing the securing, I'm at eye level with her
pussy, it is gapping open, red and pink, dripping, ready for more
attention.  I head to the corner cupboard, and select a crop, a gag,
and a blindfold.

Making sure she sees what I'm holding, I stride back across the room,
and run the crop up the inside of her left thigh, gently running the
rough edge up to her pussy and then rubbing the stiff rod between her
pussy lips, making sure to bump against her clit.  She whimpers
obviously wanting more.  I begin to slap her sloppy wet pussy with the
leather end of the crop, first very gently, and then increase the
force a bit.  She begins to squirm.  Suddenly I stop and step away.
She emits a loud frustrated groan.

I step closer, groping her breasts, touching the nipple clamps and
sliding the satin blindfold between them.  I slide the blindfold over
her head and cover her beautiful trusting eyes.  I grab the chain
swinging from her breasts and pull on it, first to one side, then to
the other.  She gasps with each movement of the chain.  I release my
hold on the chain, and let it swing down against her chest.

I quickly slip my fingers into her pussy, she jumps at the contact.  I
wiggle my fingers and am rewarded with contented sounds.  I take my
now wet fingers and stick them in her mouth having her lick them
clean, then run my hands along her sides, touching every ticklish
spot.  I step away, quietly pulling up a chair, and I lower myself
into it noiselessly.  I begin watching her beautiful body as it is
quivering, waiting for the next touch.

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