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From: Pippi Forsberg <huntresspippi@yahoo.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Emma's Pet store - Ch. 3 (Caution, F/fish, insertion, solo)
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Date: Fri, 10 Apr 2009 18:10:01 -0400
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Disclaimer: If fish-fucking is illegal in your state or country, or
simply turns you off; don't read any further! You've been warned. Yes,
and Happy Easter!

Konkel


Emma's Pet store - Ch. 3

Takesha had been doing these fish-runs, as she called the journeys, once
or twice a month for the last five months. She had a pretty good idea
what her employer was doing with the live fish, even though she never let
Takesha inside her chamber when she was doing the deeds. 

She entered the Pet store shortly before noon, and was welcomed by the
nice and smartly dressed owner named Emma, as usual. Takesha handed her
the list Ms Livingstone had written and prepared for another long wait,
as the middle-aged shop-owner went about collecting the various fish. 
Emma seemed to be in a cheerful mood, as usual. She winked and asked:
"How was your trip, Takesha?" 
"Fine."
"You've traveled for hours. You must be thirsty. Can I get you
something?"
"Just some water with lime, please."
"Water it is." Emma left the counter and went into the bordering room.
She returned with a tall glass filled with ice-water and lime slices.
Takesha took the glass and tasted it.
"Thank you, Ma'am!"
Emma pretended to be embarrassed.
"You don't have to Ma'am me. You can call me Mademoiselle Emma. Look...
I'm about to close the shop for lunch..."
"I'll return after lunch then..."
"Are you going shopping?"
"No... Just having lunch."
"Won't you join me for lunch then? It's such a bore eating all by
yourself, don't you think?"
"Yes."
 
Thirty minutes later, the two women sat at the kitchen table, eating and
chatting. Emma had a shipload of funny stories and anecdotes to share
with the girl. Takesha was nineteen years old and had been working for Ms
Livingstone for almost six months. She said that she liked her job and
her employer, but Emma could tell the girls was lying. 
Takesha had taken a liking to the twice as old woman almost instantly.
There was something refreshingly strong and carefree about Emma, like she
said and did pretty much what she felt like. 
Takesha wished she could be more like that herself, but at the moment,
she couldn't tell her employer to go fuck herself. She needed her money.
Ms Livingstone paid almost twice as much as her former employer had.
Takesha felt comfortable in Emma's company. And she loved the older
woman's cheeky sense of humor. 

Lunch hour was over. Emma unlocked the door and let a customer in. The
old man bought some dog food and left. Apart from him, the business
seemed really slow. Takesha wondered how Emma made ends meet if it was
like this all of the time. 
While Emma caught the fish Ms Livingstone had ordered, she wandered
around in the store and looked at the other animals. A cute bunny caught
her eye. She wished she could have one, but as long as she was living at
her employer's house, that wasn't going to happen. She wasn't allowed to
keep animals, nor to smoke, listen to music loud, stay up late or see
boys. 

Emma admired the young black woman secretly. She certainly wouldn't mind
sharing a fish with her. If she played her cards right, and the young
woman responded to her upcoming offensive, then maybe some day...
Emma brought the water filled plastic bags to the counter and handed them
over to the girl. 
"Well, I guess we'll meet soon again. Your employer seems to be an
awfully careless fish-keeper. Maybe she's not feeding them properly." 
She blinked her left eye and smiled mischievously at Takesha. 
"Bye. See you soon, Takesha!"
"You can count on it. Bye!"
The tall and slender black maid left the shop with her fresh fish. Emma
admired her large, shapely buns as she walked down the street with gently
swaying hips. Young women like that, proud, sexy and pretty, was a
constant reminder that she was not entirely straight. 
She tried to imagine the dark-skinned beauty laying naked on her bed,
caressing her own small and firm breasts. 
After ten minutes or so of explicit fantasies about the nude black girl
playing naughty games with herself and others, Emma had gotten so worked
up that she needed some quick relief. The shop was empty, so she put up a
"Closed - will be back soon"-sign and locked the door. 
She caught one of the smaller of her newest fish-imports and headed for
the rest room behind the shop. 
She stepped out of her pants and lay down. Without any foreplay
whatsoever, she swiftly inserted the extremely powerful little fish into
her wet pussy. She closed the flesh entrance with her left hand and began
rubbing the furry area above her cunt. 
After whipping up a fire inside her, she went down and started stroking
her clit with really light and gentle circling movements. Such a small
fish was hard, if not impossible for a grown woman and mother, to kill by
hugging and squashing it with her pussy, unless she was a young virgin. 
It usually lasted a real long time, sometimes more than twenty minutes,
inside her juicy cave, before fading and dying. She didn't have that long
now.
With growing impatience, she worked her clit over with experienced
fingers. She had a strong and explosive orgasm while thinking of
Takesha's large and beautiful ass, seated on some other young woman's
face. The fish was still very lively and struggling inside her pussy. 

Afterwards, she let the fish out into her cupped hand. She put on her
pants and went back to the store. On her way to the front door, she
tossed her used fish into the Piranha tank. It appeared to be in a stat
of shock for a few seconds, before its instincts kicked it and it tried
to save its own life.. The predators were all over it and had torn it
apart in seconds. 
Emma watched the amusing scene for a few more seconds, and then unlocked
the door. There were two customers waiting outside. She apologized for
the sudden closure and let them in. As they passed her in the doorway,
they noticed a strong sexual female odor, but dismissed it as
imagination. After all, they were in a pet store. 

Takesha's train ride home took an hour and forty minutes. She was greeted
by a clearly expectant Ms Livingstone, who pulled the plastic bags
containing the fish, before Takesha had the chance to put her bag down.
There was something sickening about the woman. 
Takesha didn't want to know why she was buying all these fish. Her
friends had been talking about certain games girls and women could play
with live fish, but it seemed a bit too sick and twisted to be true. 

Diana was a very good-looking forty seven year old woman, by any
standards, still in the prime of life. She had a splendid figure to match
her majestic bosom. She kept in shape by jogging and working out in her
own gym in the basement. Her hair was turning gray, but that only added
to her aristocratic and timeless beauty. 
Boys and men of all ages gave her glances most every time she went
outside. She assumed she reminded them of that special strict teacher
they had fallen in but never out of love with in school, and still
fantasized about when they masturbated or went to bed with their
girlfriends or wives. 
It was evident every time she admired her own naked body in the mirror
that she still was a well-shaped and attractive woman. She wasn't the
kind to pretend she wasn't aware of what she possessed.

An hour passed. Takesha went about her business. While she was about to
start vacuum cleaning the downstairs living-room, she heard a loud scream
of pleasure from the locked upstairs bedroom where the lady was having
her fun. Just before she turned on the vacuum cleaner, there was a second
scream, outdrawn and hoarse. Takesha shook her head and continued with
her work. 

Ms Livingstone got out of her sofa as soon as she heard Takesha's steps.
When the door opened, she was there to snatch her lively goods right out
of the girl's bag. She didn't waste any time socializing with her
employee, but headed upstairs with her fresh toys.
She stepped out of her clothes and opened the plastic bags containing the
four different species of fish. She poured them into a large glass bowl
on the table beside her luxurious double bed, all but one, which she took
to bed in her clenched hand. 
The twenty seven dollar fish was vibrant and full of juice. She placed it
in the valley between her mighty breasts and scratched her pubic bush
lightly with her long, painted finger nails. She loved the sight of the
silvery creature jumping around and teasing her sensitive flesh. This one
was good for a long foreplay. It was about the same size as her index
finger. 
She squeezed her huge breasts together and trapped the little fish. The
spastically fighting little fish sent shock waves through her entire
body. This was the perfect tit-teaser, so strong, so eager to please...
She lay down on her back and pressed her massive breasts together with
both hands. It almost felt like she was playing with some broken
electrical unit. She could see its head peeking out between her
surrounding flesh. 
A minute later, she decided it was time for it to vanish completely out
of her sight, and she pushed it backwards. 

Her gentle and skillful fingers stroke and pinched her large erect
nipples as she massaged the life out of it. The closer she pushed it
towards the edge, the harder it fought, and whipped up a turmoil inside
her loins. 
She kept her hands away from the crotch. It was too early for that. She
loved the thrill of the slow kill. The harder she squeezed, the bigger
the pain and the sweeter the pleasure for her. 
Those last weak twitches of the embraced fish made her sigh. This one had
certainly been worth the cost. 

She fished out a large and thin plaything with large fins. This one was
slightly more expensive. She decided to put it to test right away.
With her thighs wide apart, she held it by the head and painted her
clean-shaven labia, close but not too close to her stiff clitoris. It
certainly felt a lot stronger than the pitiful goldfish she had been
using on a daily basis when she once had started to experiment with live
toys. She blushed at the embarrassing memory, mostly at the thought of
her lack of imagination. 
She had had some terrific moments in bed with those goldfish, but once
you had taken the step and discovered other, more lively and enduring
fish, there was no turning back. She would have to be extremely desperate
to take a goldfish to bed again. 
She began teasing her fat, blood-filled pussy-lips with the tiny
vibrator. She smiled and sent a thankful thought to Emma for suggesting
her to try this new discovery from South America. She understood why the
women of Brazil had taken such a liking to it. They knew how to amuse
themselves, and had been pioneering this underground movement for ages,
Emma had informed her.
Diana had a sinister smile on her lips as she gave her swollen labia a
good work-over with her little assistant. It was marvelous that such a
tiny creature could give a full grown woman such great pleasure. She felt
as if it was dying to please her, and in a manner of speaking, it was. 
She tickled her thick, dark pussy lips with it, playfully, and wondered
how many "innocent" and loving housewives, mothers and daughters all over
the world who were doing the same at this very moment. And their
husbands, sons and fathers didn't have a clue. If they only knew the ways
of imaginative women across the universe...
She knew quite a few women in this small town who shared her interest.
They got to know each other by recommendations from trusted friends, as
it wasn't a hobby most "normal" people would understand. 
But still... many women who appeared to be totally normal on the surface,
held wicked secrets inside. 

As she began massaging her inner labia with her plaything, she squeezed
its head lightly to get the optimal effect. Its frantically wiggling tail
fin slapped back and forth between her greasy lips with what felt like a
thousand beats per minute. Still, even though she held it more than an
inch below her stiff clit, she had a tremendous series of orgasms..
She was soaking the sheets with her richly flowing juices. This fish was
every bit as fantastic as Emma had promised, if not better. Next time
Takesha visited Emma's Pet store, she would have to get at least a dozen
of these lovely creatures. 
This little fighter was whipping her silly. She kept orgasming almost
constantly for the next few minutes. In the end however, she had to
torture it with her finger nails to keep it lively and vibrant.. It kept
her happy and satisfied till the end. During her final ecstasy, she more
or less decapitated the little fish. She rubbed its gooey remains all
over her hair-less cunt and closed her eyes.

After a brief nap, she woke up and immediately reached for the next fish.
This time she needed a large one. The foreplay was over with. It was time
for some good old fashioned fucking. She had some trouble getting a grip
on the extremely wild fish.. She got it in a strangle hold and laid back
in bed. 
It certainly looked like a living cock. The size was just perfect, and
Emma's reassurance that it was harmless was good enough for her. 
It had been a long time since she inserted such a big living creature
inside her. Nothing could beat the feeling of working and squeezing the
life out of a desperate fish with her powerful pussy. It was also a
perfect way to keep her inner muscles fit, after have given birth to four
children ages ago. 
She held it and pinched it repeatedly, curiously awaiting the miracle.
And within a few minutes, the reluctant fish was all covered in its
natural lubricant. The feeling of touching it while it lubricated itself
for her gave her goose-bumps. What a delightful lover. 
She let go of her awe and began pushing its head through her equally
slimy cunt. It blew every other living creature that had entered her most
private cavity out of the water. The intensity was incredible. She hadn't
managed to push much more than its head inside her, before she began
screaming out loud. She almost lost her control of her prisoner during
the first part of the orgasm, but managed to maintain her grip. 
She maneuvered her desperate lover further inside while the first fiery
waves died out. She began hugging it with her pussy and worked on the
creature with all her might. This resulted in yet another wild orgasm.
She had never sensed anything quite like this before. The fish's attempts
at breaking free caused intense, internal shock waves deep inside Diana.
It took her a long time to pull herself together well enough to find a
nice and steady rhythm. 
She began fucking herself with the fish. Her strong hands moved the
unwilling love-tool back and forth inside her pussy. She loved the look
of its shiny body being swallowed by her thick, dark purple labia, eaten
alive with every relentless stride. 
It moved around so violently, she had to use all her strength to break it
in. And every time it made a renewed attempt at escaping, she had yet
another shivering orgasm. The knowledge that she was in fact fucking the
life out of the helpless fish, added to her lust and excitement. 
She wasn't sure she was going to be able to kill it with her pussy. She
might even save it for a future fuck, but it was against her nature to
let any living creature that had entered her cunt live another day. 
The fish still felt fresh and strong. There was no sign of it losing
steam. She fucked herself faster. God, how she loved the way it
struggled! She decided to find out what it took to fuck the life out of
it. She wanted to find out how long it lasted, given a rough treatment.
Emma had promised that they tasted good too, especially when fried with
garlic. 
She had joked about their hobby and called it the "BFKE-cycle"; Buy it,
Fuck it, Kill it, Eat it. The perfect instant lover, always where they
wanted them, never abusive or drunk, and possessing about the same
intelligence as most men that hung around at the local bar. 
She did her best to make the fish's meat real tender by fucking it
brutally. This was the best sexual experience she had ever had, and she
had been through quite a lot. The more pain she inflicted on the poor
fish, the more pleasure for her. She orgasmed almost constantly by now.
She had lost track of time, and couldn't care any less. 
Her slippery fingers tightened around its tail end as she reached her
climax. Her convulsive body squeezed the remaining power out of the
fish,, and it died buried deep inside Diana's sore but content cunt. 


End of chapter 3

Comments and requests welcome.

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