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Subject: {ASSM} The Essense of Amelia (M/F, control)
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Date: Sun, 04 May 2008 08:10:02 -0400
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An experimental story.

The Essence of Amelia
By
Obsidian Disorder
    Amelia Stewart was a high priced lawyer and partner for a large Wall 
Street law firm who specialized in representing sleazy stockbrokers who 
frequently lost sight of their fiduciary responsibilities, and tended to 
bilk their clients out of money they didn't deserve.  There was the 
occasional criminal client who found himself in the company of what he 
thought was a high priced call girl who turned out to be an under cover cop, 
or who discharged the business end of a .9mm Glock into his wife's head in 
front of his mistress who flipped on him at the speed of light resulting 
from intense questioning by detectives of the New Your Police Department.
By all standards, Amelia is unquestionably beautiful:  five feet, ten inches 
tall, slender without being skinny, long red hair, green eyes, porcelain 
complexion, and always wearing clothes from her personal tailor.  She fit 
equally in the courtroom or the boardroom.  And, when she spoke, everyone 
listened.  She had degrees in history, literature, international banking and 
finance, and graduated from Harvard Law.  She was still single at thirty, 
though not for lack of prospects.  She knew there wasn't a male attorney at 
the firm who didn't look at her ass or chest as she walked by, or have 
dreams of banging her brains out on the conference table in the main 
conference room.  One of her many secrets: United States District Judge 
Arnold Parker was, so far, the only one to have that honor, after which, he 
decided a particularly complicated federal case of stock fraud in her 
clients favor.  The managing partner was sufficiently impressed with her 
victory that she became a partner shortly after that.
    Amelia also cultivated an air of mystery.  Her private life was private, 
and the men who accompanied her to social functions were rarely seen again. 
She had no known significant other, and lived alone, except for her German 
shepherd, Leo, a trained guard and attack dog the NYPD recently retired. 
Leo was the only male of any species that frequently accompanied Amelia in 
public, and most often, even when she was in the company of a human male. 
Along with Leo, and her black belt in Tai Kwon Do, she could take care of 
herself.
    As a lawyer with a personal staff, Amelia gave orders: lots of orders. 
She lived in a high stress environment of dictating multiple legal briefs, 
opening and closing arguments, negotiations, and the kinds of deals that 
would make even a US President shudder with fear.  Amelia ran four miles a 
day to relax, with Leo at her side, of course.  Occasionally, however, 
running wasn't enough.  When she found herself so stressed that running didn't 
help, the only other way she could relax was to take orders instead of 
giving them.  Today was one of those days.
    Amelia was walking out of a courtroom in the US Court House in New York. 
She just finished cross-examining the prosecutions star witness, and 
fighting the US Attorneys copious objections, and managed to get on Judge 
Parkers bad side.  The atmosphere was so heated that Judge Parker took a 
decision about contempt of court against her under advisement and recessed 
for the day.  As she exited the courtroom with a face red with anger, she 
pulled her cell phone from her purse, called up a number from the cell 
phones phone book, and pressed send.  She let it ring three times, then 
pressed end without breaking her stride.  Ounce outside the courthouse, she 
took a taxi back to the office.  She stormed through the firms' doors in a 
way that everyone got out of her way, and went straight to her office, 
slamming the door.
    "That son of a bitch," she shouted, throwing her purse down on her desk. 
"That stupid, god damned son of a bitch."  Throwing herself into her 
executive chair, she turned to look out her corner windows at the New York 
skyline.  She did not turn around when she heard her door open and close 
again.
    "Bad day in the salt mines, eh?" the baritone voice of Nikos Papadakis 
said in his sexy Greek accent.
    "That fucking son of a bitch, Parker, is actually thinking of citing me 
for contempt," Amelia said.  "ME!  I can't fucking believe it."  Her sailors 
language revealed itself when she was angry, and she was very angry at the 
moment.  "I was crossing Phillips, and Herbert jumped up every other 
syllable with idiotic objections, only a third of which Parker sustained. 
When I finally got tired of it, I objected to Herbert's objecting, and said 
so.  We got in an argument, and Parker with ape shit.  But, BUT, instead of 
citing Herbert, he threatens me with contempt.  The little prick."
    "You should know," Nikos said.
    "What?"  Amelia snapped her glare in Nikos' direction.  She couldn't be 
sure of what he knew about her a Parker.
    "That his honor has a short fuse," Nikos said.  "That is all I meant."
    "I'm positive that's not the only shortcoming he's got," Amelia quipped.
    "That, I would have no knowledge of," Nikos chuckled.  "Bourbon or Gin?" 
he said, crossing to Amelia's wet bar.
    "Vodka," Amelia said.  "Straight up.  Make it a double."
    "Not returning to the lions den, I trust," Nikos said as he poured two 
shots of Stolichnaya into each of two glasses.
    "Parker recessed until one o'clock tomorrow," Amelia said, accepting the 
proffered glass from Nikos, who then sat in one of the plush chairs in front 
of her desk.  "Fucking idiot," she said after taking a healthy sip of her 
drink.
    "Parker, or Herbert?" Nikos asked over the rim of his glass.
    "Make that fucking idiots," Amelia said with a mischievous grin hidden 
from Nikos behind her own glass, but clear in her emerald eyes.  She dropped 
her arm to the arm of her chair, and flopped her head back to rest on the 
chairs high back.  She blew a deep breath out, puffing her cheeks in the 
process.
    "So noted," Nikos chuckled.  "Maybe you should take the rest of the day 
off."
    "I am," Amelia said.  "I'm going to have a couple more of these, 
 though," she continued, emptying her glass, and starting to get up to get 
another drink.
    "Allow me," Nikos said, rising and taking her glass from her.
    "Thanks," Amelia said, kicking off her shoes, taking another deep breath 
to try to regain her composure.  "It really wasn't all that bad, though," 
she said.
    "It never really is," Nikos said from the wet bar.  "But, in the heat of 
the moment, in the stress of a trial, it always seems so."
    "I can just imagine the apology I'm going to have to make tomorrow," 
Amelia said, taking her second drink from Nikos' hand.  "He doesn't make it 
easy.  After all I've done for him."
    "Excuse me?" Nikos said.
    "Oh, it's nothing," Amelia said, waiving her hand in dismissal.  "Just a 
couple of favors I did for him that have nothing to do with the law or any 
cases before him.  Maybe I'm blowing it out of proportion."
    "One of life's many possibilities, I've learned," Nikos said.
    A knock sounded through Amelia's office door, and her executive 
assistant entered with a courier envelope in her hand.
    "This just arrived for you, Amelia," the other woman said, handing the 
envelope to her.
    "Thank you, Sarah," Amelia said, her smile and usual easy going way 
returning.
    "What do you have there?" Nikos asked, picking Amelia's empty glass up 
to refill it.
    "My afternoon off," Amelia said cryptically.  Accepting her third vodka 
from Nikos, she leaned back in her chair, and propped her slender legs up on 
the edge of her desk.  Her loose, pleated skirt slid over her thighs to 
reveal the hint of her stocking tops.  She made no move to pull her skirt, 
and didn't particularly care if Nikos enjoyed looking at her legs.  She 
enjoyed the thought of Nikos getting a hard on at the sight of her, and a 
gentle twitch between her legs at the thought of what was in the courier 
envelope made her third vodka taste especially good.
    Nikos stayed with her long enough to finish their drinks, and chat a 
little more, then wished her a good afternoon off as he left her office. 
Amelia felt a little nervous at the thought of what was inside the courier 
envelope.  It always made her nervous, but that heightened the excitement 
and anticipation of what lay ahead for her.  She fixed herself another 
drink, a single this time, and sat back down at her desk to open the courier 
envelope.
    Her hands shook a little as she picked up the envelope and tore the 
opener strip off.  She reached inside and removed a single sheet of paper 
and a plastic card.      The card was an electronic card key from the Plaza 
Hotel.  The sheet of paper read only "Suite 1169.  NOW!"  She finished off 
her drink, picked up her purse, slipped the card key in her jacket pocket, 
shredded the sheet of paper, and headed through the office door.
    "I'll be gone the rest of the day, Sarah," she said to her assistant.
    "Got it covered, Amelia," Sarah said with a smile.  "Enjoy yourself."
    "Oh, I will," Amelia said.  She had her orders.
    The taxi ride to the Plaza Hotel felt as if it took forever, even though 
it was closer to the office than the US Courthouse.  The seemingly long ride 
helped to intensify the throbbing between her legs.  Her nervous excitement 
slightly blurred her vision, and she blinked several times to clear it. 
Finally, the taxi dropped her off in front of the Plaza Hotel.  She gave the 
driver a generous tip, and entered the hotel.
    The lobby was busy with hundreds of people coming and going.  It eased 
Amelia's nervousness a little to know she would not be noticed in the large 
crowd.  People looked at her without seeing anything more than a beautiful 
woman in a tailored, loose pleated pinned strip skirt suit, and white silk 
blouse walking a little shaky to the elevator.
    Entering an elevator, Amelia pressed the button for the eleventh floor. 
Three other people entered the elevator, each pressing buttons for other 
floors.  As the elevator ascended, it stopped on the floors the other 
passengers wanted, and on other floors for other hotel guests to enter and 
leave.  Amelia noticed that the elevator stopped on almost every floor 
between the lobby and the eleventh floor.  She finally reached the floor, 
and exited, walking with shaky legs to suite 1169.  Reaching the door, she 
took a deep breath, and inserted the card key into the electronic lock.  She 
pushed the door open once the light turned from red to green, indicating the 
locked released.  She entered a dark room, though there was enough light 
coming from around the edges of the drapes to allow her to see.  Once her 
eyes adjusted, she walked deeper into the room.  She wasn't sure if he was 
there yet, but she suspected he was.  If he wasn't in the room at the 
moment, he'd surly been there already.  She smelled his cologne.  There was 
a large sofa with its back to the entry hall in the living room of the 
suite.  She walked up to the back of the sofa, dropped her purse onto it, 
and waited.
    She didn't hear anything.  The first thing she noticed was a blindfold 
dropping over her eyes, and the elastic band being positioned over her head. 
Butterflies invaded her belly, and her knees felt like they might give way, 
but she managed to remain standing.  She could feel him standing behind her 
now, so close she could feel his erection through her clothes as he nestled 
it between her ass cheeks.  He placed his hands on her hips, and slowly slid 
them up, under he blouse, over her belly, higher to her breasts.  He gently 
caressed her breasts for a moment, and then deftly opened the clasp in the 
front of her bra.  Her nipples hardened when she felt his hands on her naked 
breasts, and he strummed his fingers across them.  He nuzzled her neck as he 
pinched her nipples hard enough to case the pleasure of the pain she could 
only get from him.
    She realized he was already naked.  She felt him step back a little as 
he released her breasts.  Reaching around her again, he ripped open her 
expensive blouse, sending several buttons flying off into the darkness. 
This sent twitches of lighting flashing through her sex.  He stepped back 
again, and she felt his hands on her ass, rubbing her through her skirt. 
His hands went lower, to the hem of her skirt, and underneath, traveling up 
the backs of her naked thighs to her ass, rubbing her ass again, through her 
panties.  The left hand moved to her hip beneath her skirt as the right hand 
snaked between her legs, the fingers urgently probing her crotch from 
behind.  He viciously applied pressure to her sex, squeezing and probing. 
Amelia dropped her head forward and the left hand suddenly removed itself 
from her hip under her skirt, quickly grabbed a handful of her flaming red 
hair, jerking her head back.  The right hand remained incessantly violating 
her crotch.  The left hand wrapped itself around her creamy throat.  The 
ringers on the right hand began pulling the right panty leg hole aside to 
give him access to her naked flesh.  The fingers returned to her now flaming 
cunt, stimulating an urgency that had been building since she made the call 
from the courthouse.  One foot kicked her ankles in a silent order to move 
her legs further apart.  Amelia complied, providing the fingers in her 
crotch moor room to do their dirty work.
    First one, then two fingers violated her cunt, and began moving slowly 
in and out.  He pulled her head back harder as he finger fucked her, and her 
juices flowed from her, around his fingers, and down her leg.  She was 
wetter than she could ever remember being, and a third finger snaked its way 
into her.
    He removed his fingers from her cunt without warning, and inserted his 
thumb to the hilt.  He pumped a few times, and then began urgently massaging 
her twat, covering his hand with her juices.  He started spreading her 
flowing juices from her cunt to her ass hole, generously lubricating her. 
Pulling her head again, he violated her ass with his thumb, and again 
violated her cunt with his fingers, holding her like a bowling ball.  He 
started pumping his hand, moving his fingers in and out of her cunt, and his 
thumb in and out of her ass hole.  He'd never done this before, and she 
quickly overcame any squeamishness she initially felt.  The left hand 
attacked her tits, kneading and pinching them, assaulting her nipples with 
pleasurably painful pinches that had her close to climax.  She felt as 
though both her cunt and her ass hole were going to orgasm, and that she 
would pass out from the pleasure of it.  She wanted to beg him to fuck her, 
but she dared not speak.
    As suddenly as he touched her, he let her go, but not for long.  He 
pressed his body against hers, and roughly bent her over the back of the 
sofa.  He pulled her pleated skirt up over her waist, and with his powerful 
strength, ripped her panties off her body, tearing them to shreds and 
carelessly throwing them aside.  He placed his hands on her hips again, and 
probed her from behind with his enormous cock.  In one, single, masculine 
thrust, he rammed his gigantic hard cock into Amelia's cunt with vicious 
force that pounded her pelvis against the back of the sofa.  He relentlessly 
pounded away at her from behind, fucking her so hard, she squealed with 
delight and pleasure.  She released guttural moans from her throat, bracing 
herself with her hands on the seat of the sofa.  She felt like she was being 
impaled on a lodge pole in an ancient Indian encampment as he pounded away, 
harder and harder with each thrust.
    Eventually, she realized she felt a new sensation that was so unfamiliar 
that it shocked her once she figured out what it was, and what he was about 
to do.  Still fucking her, slowly now, in and out, he inserted something 
into her ass hole.  It wasn't large, but she felt a creamy substance filling 
her back door.  He was going to do it, what he had never done to her before, 
and she knew she didn't want anything more now than that.  The creamy 
substance filled her anus to overflowing.  She released her inner self, 
ready for what he was about to do.  He pulled his cock out of her cunt, and 
she felt the knob press against her anus, and he applied pressure.  She was 
an anal virgin, and that was about to change.  This was the only time he was 
gentle with her, and once this last violation had been accomplished, he 
would never be gentle with her in any way again.  Her craving multiplied 
within her core.
    The pressure of his cock knob increased against her anus, and her 
orifice opened to receive him as she released this last of her virginity. 
As the pressure of his cock on her anus increased, she felt it pop in, 
passing her rear opening, and she groaned from deep within her chest.  He 
relentlessly pushed his cock into her, unremittingly shoving his tremendous 
cock up her ass.  Slowly, he pushed the entire length of his gargantuan cock 
into her until she felt his balls press against her cunt.  He remained 
buried in her ass to the hilt until he felt her body give completely away to 
this violation, and began to pull out again.  He pushed in again, and pulled 
out.  He increased his pumping until he fucked her ass almost as fast and 
hard as he fucked her cunt.  He took hold of both her hips, and began 
remorselessly fucking her ass, laying in for the long haul.
    Amelia felt her climax building, overcoming her body with a power that 
made her delirious with a pleasure she had never felt.  She had never been 
taken anally before, and always wondered about it.  Now, she knew, she could 
no longer live without it.  He increased his pounding her, repeatedly 
filling and emptying her ass with his cock.  She gripped the sofa cushions 
with her hands as her body tensed in preparation for her approaching climax.
    She felt as if he was fucking her for an eternity, and she craved more. 
Her climax approached inexorably, and she released what last vestiges of 
control she had over her body.  She felt her cunt explode, and her ass 
clamped around his cock.  Her cunt pulsed and throbbed in an endless climax 
that sent wave after wave over her.  The pain in her ass was deliciously 
excruciating, and she didn't care.  He buried his cock deep in her ass, and 
held it there while her climax overwhelmed her.      He stayed inside her as 
her orgasm played it course, and slowly began subsiding.  He slowly pulled 
out of her ass, only to return his hand to her crotch to feel the final 
vestiges of her climax as her cunt continued to twitch.
    She was so exhausted now that she couldn't move.  She remained bent over 
the back of the sofa, the right side of her face resting on the cushion, her 
laborious breathing slowly returning to a semblance of normalcy.
    "I'm going to shower," he said in his deep voice.  "I'll want to watch 
you strip when I finish."
    Eyes closed, she nodded her submission to his statement, hearing him 
walk to the bathroom.  She heard the shower turn on, the shower curtain 
being pulled twice, and the sound of the running water change as his body 
came under the flow of water.
    He never took long showers, so she didn't have long to wait.  She 
managed to lift herself off the sofa to a standing position.  Her skit fell 
into place, and she was still supporting herself against the back of the 
sofa when she heard him finish his shower, towel off, and return to the 
living room.
    She felt his hand on her left elbow, suddenly tugging her away from 
where she stood.  She almost lost her balance, but he held her firmly, 
preventing her from falling to the floor.  She positioned her where he 
wanted her, in the middle of the room, she supposed.
    "Now," he said menacingly.  "Strip."
    She did as he ordered, and began removing the rest of her clothes.  She 
pulled off her jacket, and blouse, then her bra, dropping everything on the 
floor.  Then she unzipped her skirt, and stepped out of it.  She started to 
kick off her high heels to remove her stockings.
"No," he said forebodingly.  "Leave those on."  She stopped.  He grabbed her 
elbow again, pulling her.  "On the bed, on your back," he said.  She felt 
the side of the bed against her knees, and she crawled onto it.  "No, wait," 
he growled.  "Hands and knees."  She assumed the position, and he grabbed 
her hips, pulling her towards him.  He moved in behind her, and began 
fucking her from behind.  She was still wet and read from the reaming he'd 
given her already, and her cunt eagerly accommodated his abusing her now. 
Then, he roughly pulled out of her without warning.  "On your back," he 
ordered, and she turned over onto her back.  "Spread your legs," he said, 
and she complied.  She could feel his eyes on her cunt now, and the image of 
her lying there on the bed with her legs spread wide for him was so 
powerful, she felt her cunt begin throbbing again.  She was willing and 
ready for anything he demanded of her.
    She heard him walk around the bed, and then felt his hands under her 
shoulders, pulling her across the bed until her head was off the edge of the 
bed so she had to hold it up to keep it from falling back.  She then felt 
him move in over her, his thighs on either side of her face.  Instinctively, 
she lifted her head up to allow him to begin rubbing her face with his 
balls.  He moved back and forth in a fucking motion, caressing her creamy 
complexion with his crotch.
    "Lick," he ordered.  She stuck out her tongue, and obediently began 
licking his balls.  She slithered her tongue around his balls, and took hold 
of his cock with her right hand without thinking.  He allowed this, however, 
so she then placed her left hand on the side of his left thigh.  She then 
buried her face deeper into his crotch, licking his balls and rubbing them 
with her face.  She felt him lift his right leg, and place his foot on the 
edge of the bed.  He moved over her more.  She felt now she had better 
access to him and what she felt he wanted from her now.  She was now 
incapable of disappointing him.  She used her tongue on him again, 
slithering from his balls to the area between his balls and anus.  She moved 
ever closer until she felt her tongue reach the expected destination.  She 
started to rim his anus, moving it around in tiny circles.  She licked him 
there as she pumped his cock with her hand.  She moved her left hand in to 
begin kneading his balls as she tongue fucked his anus.  She felt a kind of 
nirvana begin to move over her, and his fingers began violating her twat. 
Getting it from both ends had her purring and eager.
    He suddenly moved away from her, but not far.  She still had hold of his 
cock with her right hand, but his own hand pushed hers away.
    "Open your fucking mouth," he ordered, and she obeyed.  She felt him 
move over her, lowering his cock into her mouth.  She cupped his balls as he 
violated her throat with his erection.  "Get ready," he said, and he pushed 
the entire length of his cock into her mouth, forcing it down her throat 
until she felt his balls mash against her face.  Then he began fucking her 
mouth, using it like he did when he fucked her cunt, and her ass earlier. 
She knew and sensed at the same time, and was ready for it.  "Get ready to 
swallow," he whispered hoarsely.  "I'm going to cum in your mouth."  She was 
eager to receive his climax this way, and made herself ready for it.  "I'm 
going to cum in your mouth, slut," he hissed.  "Fucking whore, I'm cumming 
in your mouth."  He went over the edge, and his cock blasted into her mouth. 
The taste of his cum sent her over the edge, and she came also, her cunt 
throbbing in unison with his cock in her mouth.  He spewed his jism into her 
mouth, and she eagerly all he shot into her.  She felt like his climax 
lasted for an eternity, and she thought about this very cock pounding into 
her ass but now in her mouth, and she began sucking him with abandon that 
seemed to surprise them both.  She hungered for his cock now, swallowing 
each jet of his cum as he shot out of his cock and down her throat.  She had 
never let him cum in her mouth before, and she actually began to regret all 
those times when she blew him without this final delicacy.
    He eventually pulled his cock out of her mouth, and in one powerful 
motion, flipped her over onto her belly, and crawled onto the bed with her, 
mounting her from behind.  He forced her legs apart, and pressed the knob of 
his cock against her ass hole again, but this time, there was no gentleness 
in his assault.  Her anus was still wet and open, and he aggressively forced 
his cock up her ass and started fucking it.  He used his body weight to pin 
her down to the bed, his hands grabbing her upper arms as he pounded away at 
her.
    "Oh, fuck me," she said without warning.  "Fuck my ass hard."  He 
continued burying his cock up her ass, and she felt his balls mashing 
against her cunt.  "Shit, fuck," she growled.  "God dammit, fuck my ass 
hole, do it.  Fuck my ass.  Fuck it."  He pounded as hard now as he had 
pounded her cunt earlier.  In one last, Herculean thrust, he buried his cock 
as deep in Amelia's ass as he could, and she felt him begin to throb inside 
her as he had in her mouth.
    "Fuck," he said.  "Shit, I'm cumming."  She felt another flow of his 
jism fill her ass as her own cunt began to explode in her own climax.
"I'm cumming," she said.  "Fuck, I'm cumming."  Their mutual climax lasted 
for more than a minute, until they subsided as he fell upon her, his full 
weight pinning her to the bed.
    He rolled off her, pulling both of them onto their right sides as he 
pulled his cock out of her ass.
    They lay there for several minutes, and began to dose, she entwined in 
his arms.  He moved his hand to her breasts, and began caressing them.
    "I take it this has been my punishment for contempt of court today, your 
honor," Amelia said.
    "Not quite, it isn't," United States District Judge Arnold Parker said, 
rolling Amelia onto her back.  "Not by a long shot."  He lowered his mouth 
to her left breast, taking her nipple between his teeth and biting it until 
she squealed out in extravagantly delicious anguish as he shoved his fingers 
into her cunt to finger bang her. 

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