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Subject: {ASSM} From Manhattan to Munich: Part 2 - A New Life is Born (MF, M-solo, F-solo, mast)
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FROM MANHATTAN TO MUNICH
PART 2 - A NEW LIFE IS BORN
(MF, M-solo, F-solo, mast)

I was looking outside the window of my apartment. The sun had
just set, and the bright lights of Manhattan were slowly coming
on. From my window, I had a perfect view of Times Square. I saw
many neon signs flashing vivid colors. And the headlights of what
seemed like millions of cars illuminated the streets. It was a
welcome distraction from my paperwork.

I own a start-up tech company named XC Systems which has the
computer industry talking. We were developing a new
GNU/Linux-based operating system which would combine the best of
traditional computing with the best of cloud computing. When I
first saw the gOS operating system, I knew cloud computing was
the wave of the future, even though gOS' ways of implementing it
left much to be desired. (Not to mention that their operating
system had way too many bugs.) I have received numerous offers
for buyouts, but the dollar figures have been so laughingly low
that I balk at them. Several weeks ago, I turned down an offer
from Mark Shuttleworth to buy my company and assimilate our
technology and research into his company Canonical's Ubuntu
operating system. Why would I want to sell my company only to see
our hard work be put into a rival company's software? And when I
saw the amount of money offered, I politely declined. There's no
fucking way I'm going to take $50 million just to see my hard
work buried.

Besides, $50 million is nowhere near the net worth of my company.
With all the contracts that we have with the GNU Project, Novell,
Apple, and even the federal government, my company has a net
worth of $75 billion. Now tell me: who in their right mind would
sell a $75 billion company for $50 million?

Today, we had a board meeting. I was unable to be at the company
headquarters today, so I joined in via Skype teleconference. I
had just appointed my buddy from college Steven as the company's
new vice president of software research, so today I let him
conduct the board meeting. He did quite well. I find board
meetings to be very boring. (In fact, one day as a joke, I wrote
"Today's Bored Meeting" which had the executives roaring in
laughter.) Every now and then, I decide to spend time at my
apartment doing my own work. Today was one of those days.

I looked at my watch and noticed that it was 8:30 PM. "Better get
ready," I thought to myself. "Don't want to stand up my date." I
was dating a beautiful black woman named Lanisha. She was
twenty-five years old. She had just received her master's degree
in journalism at Duke University and was interning for Shepard
Smith at FOX News. I felt bad for her because I knew how much of
an asshole Smith is. I had met Smith at a charity fundraiser to
raise funds for the medical bills of 9/11 rescue workers. When we
got to the subject of the tech industry, he told me I was a "damn
fool" to believe Linux can compete with Windows and Mac OS X. But
when he alleged that Linux users were communists, I walked away
but not before flipping him off and saying, "Fuck you, Shepard."

I exited my apartment and rode the elevator twenty floors down
until I reached the ground level. After I exited the building, I
hailed a taxi and asked him to drive me to Lanisha's home in
Queens. Once we arrived, I paid him the fare and exited the cab.
I walked to her front door and knocked. After a few moments, the
door opened, and I was left breathless.

"You're right on time, Sean-Paul," said Lanisha with a DAMN sexy
smile. Lanisha looked radiant. Her light brown skin had no
imperfections whatsoever, not even a single blemish. Her dark
brown eyes were capitvating. Her arched eyebrows gave her a very
exotic look. Her full lips were red, plump, juicy, and oh so
inviting. She was wearing a pink summer shirt with spaghetti
straps; it was low-cut, exposing a generous portion of her
breasts. And she was wearing skintight skinny jeans which
accentuated her voluptuous badonkadonk. We embraced each other
and kissed deeply. We have been going steady for five months.
Lanisha broke the kiss and whispered into my mouth, "so where are
we going tonight?"

"Anywhere you want, babe," I whispered into her mouth.

"How about we just stay here and get in my bed and fool around,"
Lanisha asked with a sultry expression on her face. The sultry
expression and the sexually-charged inflection in her voice made
me weak in the knees, and it made my cock throb. I pulled her in
close and we kissed hard, deep, and fast, Lanisha began grinding
her cunt on my raging tool, and the sensations were almost too
much to bear. I pulled away from her body.

"Okay," I said matter of factly. We went inside and closed the
door. We ran right to her bedroom. Once we reached the bedroom,
Lanisha turned off the lights, leaving the city lights and the
moonlight as the only source of illumination. We embraced once
again, and as we kissed with a renewed hunger, I reached around
and grabbed each magnificent cheek of her sexy ass and squeezed.
Lanisha snaked her tongue into my mouth. Then she began fumbling
with my belt buckle, trying to undo my belt and slacks in record
time. My hands raised up and pulled her summer shirt over her
head, fully exposing her tits. Finally, she undid my belt buckle
and yanked my slacks and underwear down in one motion. I undid
the snap of her skinny jeans and pulled her jeans and her thong
panties down in one motion as well. I pulled my shirt off,
leaving both of us completely naked. I laid her down on her bed
and began kissing my way down her neck and throat, tracing every
contour of her throat with my tongue. Then my tongue went lower
until I reached her heaving bosom. Her nipples were erect.

"EEE!" Lanisha cried out as I deliberately flicked my tongue out
at the hard, pointed nub of her right nipple. My right hand
seized her stiff left nipple and began lightly pinching it. I
snaked my left hand down to the juncture of her thighs and shoved
my middle finger into her slit while my thumb began to tease out
her swelling clitoris. "Ah, ah, ah," Lanisha moaned as her
pleasure grew and grew. Finally, I decided it was time. My mouth
left her nipple, and I began kissing my way down her fit stomach.
I slid my tongue into her navel, making her squirm, moan, and
gasp. And then I kissed down lower until I reached her aroused
pussy. She was lubricating freely, the juices just oozing out.
Her clitoris was fully erect, standing up proud and flushed with
blood. I gently blew on it, and I was amazed to see it throb and
to hear her let out a sharp cry as if she was about to cum. Now
who am I to deny my girlfriend her release and ultimate
pleasure?

I slid my finger out of her wet slit and pressed it against the
wrinkled star of her anus. Finally, I decided it was time. I was
going to make her go out of her mind. I slid my finger to the
hilt, completely burying it inside her ass. Then I seized her
stiff pleasure bud between my teeth, and I bit down and pinched
her nipple hard at the same time. 

"EEEEEEEOOOOOOAAAAAAAIIIIIII!!!" Lanisha cried out as her body
was seized by a debilitating orgasm. "YIII! YIII! YIIIIIIIII!"
She cried out as each spasm sent her into fits of ecstasy. Thick,
pungent cream spurted out of her slit and into her mouth. I've
tasted far better girl-cum that what Lanisha offers, but it was
still intoxicating. I let her come down from her sexual high, but
a minute later, I began sucking hard on her clit and rapidly
fucked her ass with my finger until she was once again rising
towards yet another climax. "Ah, ah, ah, AH, AH, AH,
AAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEE!" Lanisha squinted her eyes shut as a
second climax smashed into her. This one seemed even stronger
than her first. I felt her anus spasm around my finger, and I
felt her pussy lips flutter as each orgasmic contraction tore
through her.

Finally, Lanisha calmed down and got her breathing under control.
Althought she was exhausted, she still wanted my cock inside her.
But I decided to let her rest a little bit. I laid down beside
her, and we cuddled. "I love you, Lanisha," I said.

"I love you, too, Sean-Paul," she replied. "You need to fuck me
soon, babe. I have a long day ahead of me tomorrow. Shep expects
his workers to be at one hundred percent."

"Shep?" I asked.

"Shepard Smith," she replied.

"I know who he is," I said. "I just can't believe you'd call that
asshole that name."

"Asshole? What do you mean by that?"

"I mean just that, Lanisha. He is an asshole. I have dealt with
him personally. How do you think it feels for somebody to write
off your hard work as 'communism'? It doesn't feel very good. And
I don't like the way he and the rest of FOX News act like a bunch
of Republican Party shills. Now I'm not saying all Republicans
are evil. But when you're a Republican Party shill and dismiss
anything you don't agree with as communism and far-left ideology,
that just doesn't sit well with me."

"You know what, Sean-Paul? Fuck you," said Lanisha with obvious
contempt in her voice. "You don't know what goes on in there.
It's not what you think. And I'm not going to let you make false
accusations against my employers or my boss. You know what? Just
get the fuck out."

"Lanisha, you're overreacting," I said. I went to hug her, and
then she pushed me away and slapped my face.

"I MEAN IT, SEAN-PAUL! GET...THE...FUCK...OUT! I never want to
see you again!" I got up, got dressed, and left her house. I
hailed a taxi and asked the cabbie to drive me to my apartment in
Manhattan. I arrived at the apartment building, and after I paid
the cabbie his fare, I rode the elevator to my apartment. Once I
entered my apartment, I headed straight for the kitchen and fixed
a glass of Diet Coke and Canadian whiskey on the rocks. After I
drank the mixed drink, I laid down on the sofa in the living room
and fell asleep. Hopefully the drink would alleviate my
blueballs. I had an alcohol-fueled dream about what happened with
Lanisha. In my dream, I was contemplating suicide when I was
stopped by a mysterious woman with dark brown curly hair and
beautiful green eyes. 

Then my cellphone rang and woke me up. I looked at the caller ID.
It was Lanisha. I answered the phone.

"Sean-Paul, I'm sorry," said Lanisha over the phone.

"You know what, Lanisha, fuck you. I don't deserve to get slapped
in the face like that. I don't need any psycho bitches in my
life. It's over. Don't ever speak to me again." I hung up the
phone. I got up and went to my computer. I opened up Facebook,
and not only did I remove my relationship status with Lanisha, I
also blocked Lanisha. Then I opened my Thunderbird email client
and noticed that I got an email from my favorite photography
forum. I read the email which stated that I got a personal
message from the girl whose photos I praised:

     Dear Sean-Paul,
     Thank you SO much for the kind words!
     I'm kind of depressed right now. I just went through a nasty
break-up.
     Can we chat? I'm on Skype as victoria.cameraluvr.
     
     Love,
     -Victoria <3

I opened my Skype client and searched for Victoria's user name. I
found it and added her. Within moments, it indicated that she was
online, and in no time at all, Victoria sent a chat request. Not
just any chat request, but a video chat request. I figured why
not, so I accepted. And on my screen was shown the most beautiful
woman I have ever seen in my life. I was enraptured by her
beautiful green eyes, her full lips, and her dark brown curly
hair. Was this the girl from my dream? I smiled from ear to ear,
and Victoria returned with the sexiest smile I have ever seen in
my life. Finally, I spoke. "I'm here."

"Thank you," said Victoria. "God damn you're a gorgeous guy," she
said with a wink and a smile.

"Thank you, Victoria. And you're quite the looker yourself," I
replied. "Anyway, I'm sorry that you're depressed. Let me guess.
You were dating an asshole, and he cheated on you."

"Yup," she replied. "He cheated on me alright. He cheated on me
with a man."

"Do you know what that makes you," I asked Victoria.

"No, what," she asked back.

"Gay bait," I said. And then Victoria let out the heartiest laugh
I have heard in a long time. We were both laughing. This was
actually one of the most pleasant chats I've ever had. "I had the
same thing happen to me tonight, except my ex-girlfriend got mad
at me for criticizing her boss."

"Who is her boss," asked Victoria.

"Shepard Smith from FOX News," I replied.

"Wow," said Victoria. "Anybody who would take up for an asshole
like him isn't worth dating." And I had to agree with her.
Looking back, Lanisha just seemed like bad news. She would
criticize Iraq War protestors, vegans, animal rights activists,
and any other group that received regular scorn from the FOX News
crowd. "Were you going to fuck her tonight," Victoria asked out
of the blue.

I didn't know how to respond. It really wasn't any of her
business, but as I looked at Victoria on my computer screen, I
noticed that her face was flushed. Could it be that she was going
through the same thing? So I got the courage to ask her, "were
you going to fuck him?"

"Yeah," Victoria replied. "I climbed a ladder to his bedroom
window, and then that's where I saw him getting his cock sucked
by Alex. And then I saw Alex take his pants off and shove his
cock in Viktor's ass.

"Yeah I was eating Lanisha," I said. "I even made her cum. But
right before I got the chance to fuck her, she had to go
psycho-bitch on me all because I told her Shepanrd Smith is an
asshole." There was an odd silence, but then Victoria broke the
ice by laughing. I laughed along with her. God she was beautiful.
I was spellbinded by her beauty. "I don't mean to stare," I said,
"but I really haven't seen anybody as beautiful as you."

"Thank you, Sean-Paul. You are so sweet," Victoria said. Then she
flashed that smile again. I was feeling light-headed, and my cock
was straining in my slacks. "Can I see your cock," asked
Victoria.

"What," I replied.

"I want to see your cock," Victoria said. "If you're as horny as
I am right now, then you'll understand why I'm asking that. Show
me your cock, and I'll show you my tits and my cunt."

"I-I-I gue-guess," I stammered out. I stood up and unzipped my
fly and pulled out my fully-erect cock. Victoria's eyed widened.

"Good God, that's HUGE," said Victoria. "And I thought Viktor had
a huge one. Okay, a deal's a deal." Victoria stood up and slipped
off her yellow sundress, and then on my screen was a very
beautiful and very naked woman with large breasts, a firm
stomach, a narrow waist, perfectly-shaped hips, and the most
beautiful cunt I have ever laid my eyes on. I could tell she was
horny; her entire crotch area was shiny from her secretions.
"Jerk off for me," asked Victoria. And before I knew it, I was
rapidly pumping my cock with both hands as I watched every sexy
inch of her nude form. "Watch me touch myself," Victoria said
with arousal in her voice. She seized her fully-erect clitoris
between her fingers and began tugging at it, jerking it as if it
were a cock. "Oh God, I'm visualizing you sliding your cock into
my virgin cunt and taking my virginity. Ah, ah, AH! Oh God fuck
me, Sean-Paul, fuck me, fuck me." Victoria's fingers were like a
blur as began masturbating frantically. I was getting more into
it. I began pumping my cock faster and faster. Suddenly
Victoria's moans rose in volume and pitch. "Oh God I can feel
your cock inside me, oh fuck me, fuck me, ooo, ooo,
oooOOOOoooOOOOoooOOOOOAAAAIII!" Victoria's eyes squinted shut,
and she threw her head back as she orgasmed on her fingers. Her
feminine fluids gushed out of her spasming cunt with each spasm.
Finally, she collapsed into her chair gulping for breath.

Now I ws visualizing fucking my cock in and out of her virgin
cunt. I fantasized that my hands was her cunt attempting to milk
my cock dry, and the visualization was too much. "AAARRRGGHHH!" I
shouted as my long-suppressed orgasm rocketed out of me. Shot
after shot of thick ropes of semen blasted forcefully from my
urethra. I collapsed into my chair, equally exhausted.

Finally, we got our breathing under control. "I'll sleep very
well tonight," said Victoria. "Thanks Sean-Paul for tonight. Hope
to see you again soon.

"Me, too, Victoria," I said. "Good night."

"Gute nacht," she replied. I turned on my favorite Queen internet
radio station and let Freddie Mercury's voice lull me to sleep.

     When love breaks up,
     When the dawn light wakes up,
     A new life is born.
     Sometimes I have to make this final breakthru...
     NOW!

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