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From: Bud Red <redbud@inbox.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Daydreams and Distractions 12: A Day at the Races (Redbud)
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Date: Tue, 17 Nov 2009 17:10:01 -0500
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From: Bud Red <redbud@inbox.com>

   Daydreams and Distractions 12: A Day at the Races



   You're next in line.  You're shaking.

   You're tugged by a slender leash, fastened loosely round your neck.  You
keep your hands clasped in front of you, just where your long legs meet. 
They're not tied.  Your hands are all that conceal you.  You're naked.  You
hear cheering from the stadium, the announcer's breathless commentary over
the loudspeakers.  The lure comes into sight.  She's followed by
greyhounds. They're men in shape, naked but for the fine fur that covers
their abdomens and their widow's peaks that flow in a heavy mane down their
backs to their long tails.

   The announcer shouts a winner.

   You see the lure.  She's slowing.  She's holding on to a peg, in the
shape of a cock, with both hands.  She's on her knees and elbows, her knees
spread wide.  Before she's come to a complete stop, the fastest of the
greyhounds, the winner, leaps onto the small platform, on which she kneels.
His cock juts and curves heavily in front of his muscular abdomen.  In one
fluid motion he mounts the lure.  She groans as his cock sinks into her
from behind.  Then he's fucking her fast, as though still racing.  She
arches, her head rears back, her mouth opens wide as if surprised by the
suddenness, and then she's panting as her own soft belly abruptly clenches
his cock again and again.

   The greyhound arches, holds his catch tightly by the hips, and fills
her.

   The winning greyhound is lead off, his cock glistening and still
tumescent.  The lure is gently led off the platform.  Her belly drips and
her thighs are streaked.

   Now it's your turn.

   Your stomach is aflutter.  Your heart is racing.  You're bent over.  You
groan as the bunny tail buttplug is slowly pushed into.  You straighten and
can't help widening your stance.  The vibrating plug is begining to arouse
you.  Bunny ears are fastened to your head.

   You're gently lead onto the platform that will race you ahead of the
greyhound.  You lower yourself to your knees and elbows.  The leash is
removed and you tightly grip the wooden cock.  Your hands are lightly
bound. You spread your legs further and groan as the bunny tail vibrates
inside you.  You glance tentatively behind you.  The tall greyhounds,
reddish, russet and grey, lower themselves to the starting line.  Every one
of them gazes at your pussy, swollen and opening beneath your bunny tail.
Their cocks grow heavy and lengthen as they gaze at you.  You feel the
first stirrings of an orgasm as you arch and spread.  You groan.

   The countdown begins...
   


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