index


Message-ID: <62216asstr$1340277002@assm.asstr-mirror.org>
From: "T.h.e. Outlaw" <the.outlaw2011@yahoo.com>
Reply-To: "T.h.e. Outlaw" <the.outlaw2011@yahoo.com>
Subject: {ASSM} [RV] From Manhattan to Munich: Part 4 - The Girl With the Shampoo Bottle (MF, anal, shampoo bottle, dp)
Lines: 407
Date: Thu, 21 Jun 2012 07:10:02 -0400
Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d


<1st attachment, "fmtm-4.doc" begin>

From Manhattan to Munich
Part 4 - The Girl With the Shampoo Bottle
MF, anal, shampoo bottle, dp

I woke up about 4 AM. Since the board members don't work on
weekends, I usually sleep in and don't wake up until around 10
AM. However, I had a particularly bad dream. In my dream, Lanisha
and I were fucking, and then suddenly out of the blue she turned
into Shepard Smith. It was truly a horrific dream. I got up out
of bed and went to the bathroom. I turned on the cold water in
the bathroom sink and splashed my face with cold water, trying
desperately to forget the fact that I had fucked Shepard's sloppy
seconds.

I got up and turned on the TV. I changed the channel to TCM and
watched the Fritz Lang silent classic Metropolis. It's always
been one of my favorite movies. As I watched the movie, I was
amazed to notice how the movie pretty much summed up my current
love life. I compared Freder's blossoming romance with Maria with
my blossoming relationship with Victoria. And then I saw
Rotwang's robot clone of Maria acting like a whore, and
immediately I thought of Lanisha. And then I watched the end of
the movie. Freder and Maria were reunited. But how can I be
reunited with somebody whom I've never met? And then I saw the
final title card:

     THE MEDIATOR BETWEEN HEAD AND HANDS MUST BE THE HEART!

Victoria was my heart. With my head, I created a billion dollar
empire. With my hands, I molded my billion dollar empire. I had
billions of dollars...and nobody to share it with. Being a
billionaire sure had its perks, but it gets lonely at times. Sure
I've had relationships before, but I've never truly loved
anybody, including Lanisha. Looking back, my desire for Lanisha
was centered around her physical beauty. But other than her
physical assets, she really offered nothing interesting to me.
Now with Victoria, it was different. We talked about movies,
current events, culture, and just about everything else you can
think of. We have intellectual conversations about everything.
Victoria's intellect and her sweet personality were a great
compliment to her physical beauty. She was the total package. God
I wanted her!

I got on my MacBook and opened Facebook in Google Chrome, and
upon Facebook opening, it indicated that I had a friendship
request. I clicked on the icon, and I got a friend request from a
woman named Victoria Khler. Then I noticed the photo in her icon.
It was Victoria! I readily accepted the friendship request. I
clicked on her name and found out that she lived in a town named
Ansbach. I looked up Ansbach in Wikipedia and found out that it
was in the German state of Bavaria. 

Then I noticed another alert popping up on my friend request
button. I clicked on it, and Victoria had indicated that we are
in a relationship. Oh my. Should I accept? I mean I've never met
her in person. But then I thought of all the pleasant
conversations we've had in addition to the intense cybersex we
engage in from time to time. I figured what the hell and
confirmed the relationship. Then I clicked on my name and saw the
brand new post on my timeline:

     Sean-Paul DeCraig is in a relationship with Victoria Khler.

It was official. Well, "Facebook-official" to be exact. Then my
phone rang. I looked at the caller ID and saw a strange number.
Normally, I do not accept phone calls from strange phone numbers.
But something told me to answer it. I picked up my cellphone and
hit the Send button. "Hello?" I said.

"Thank you for accepting my friendship request and my
relationship request, darling," Victoria said.

We talked on the phone for several minutes. I wish we had time
for some phone-sex, but I had a plane to catch in a couple hours.
"I can't stay on the phone too long, Victoria. I have to get on a
plane and fly to San Francisco."

"Oh you're no fun," Victoria said with a little sarcasm in her
voice. "Well, be safe. I love you."

"I love you, too, darling," I replied. I hung up and got ready.

The flight to San Francisco was pretty nice. We had a layover in
Kansas City. I remembered the last time I was in Kansas City. I
had met this girl named Taylor. She was amazing in bed. For some
reason, she had a weird obsession about fucking herself with
shampoo bottles. One night after we got done fucking each other's
brains out, she asked me to shove a shampoo bottle up her cunt
and shove another one up her ass and fuck her with both shampoo
bottles at the same time. The orgasm she experienced from the
shampoo bottle sex was monstrous. We finished the session with my
cock buried in her cunt while I shoved a shampoo bottle up her
ass and made her cum countless times.

After our layover in Kansas City, we flew to San Francisco. Upon
arriving in San Francisco, I was picked up by a limousine. I
entered the limo, and I was greeted by a familiar face. It was
Barack Obama, the President of the United States. "Good to see
you again, Barack."

"Same to you, Sean-Paul," the President replied. I had met
President Obama at Dartmouth. He came to my college politics
class to give a lecture on the Constitution. At one point, Obama
spoke on the flaws of the Constitution. Many in the class
objected to the future President's perceived hatred of the
Constitution, but I defended him and pointed out examples of his
points. Because of this, the class was able to restore order, and
had a long, lengthy discussion about the Constitution's pluses
and minuses. "I knew you'd have a bright future when I met you,"
Obama said. "By the way, thanks for accepting the invitation."

"You're welcome," I replied. "So where are we going?"

"Have you ever heard of the Bilderberg Group?" Obama asked.

"That's the group that those conspiracy theorists say is a bunch
of rich elitists planning a global government," I replied. "Is
there any truth to their claims?"

"None at all," the President replied. "All Bilderberg is is a
debater's club. We just sit down and have rational discussions
with everybody."

"Like our discussion about the Constitution we had at Dartmouth?"
I asked.

"Exactly," replied Obama.

We arrived at the most luxurious hotel in San Francisco. I saw
protestors lined up across the street, and I saw police
patrolling the area. I saw a fat guy holding a megaphone. I heard
him ramble on about many conspiracuy theories including 9/11.
Poor Alex Jones. He doesn't know what the fuck he's talking
about. 

I remember 9/11 as if it were yesterday. Steven, myself, and a
Dartmouth classmate named Gregory had just founded XC Systems and
rented office space on the sixteenth floor of WTC 1. On that day,
Gregory arrived earlier than usual. Steven and I had a huge
breakfast at a diner on Fifth Svenue. And then we heard and
explosion. We ran out and saw the World Trade Center on fire. And
then we saw the crater that the plane made. Our company
headquarters were located in the heart of the crater. I thought
our business was done for. But we perservered. And although 9/11
happened almost 11 years ago, it took ten years for Gregory's
remains to be identified by DNA testing.

It's amazing how Alex Jones can say Bush blew up the World Trade
Center as his "Reichstag Fire" when the truth is Bush isn't smart
enough to ride a Segway, much less plan any false-flag attack.
Finally, we pulled in the garage and exited the limo. The secret
service escorted us inside to the meeting.

The Bilderberg meeting was fantastic. I had such a great time
having intellectual discussions with everybody from David
Rockefeller to even Bill Gates. Gates and I had a long discussion
about the tech industry, and he told me that I was a visionary
and that my company would become the biggest tech company of all
time.

A few days later, a bunch of us got together and travelled to
Monte Rio and the Bohemian Grove. And once I was inside, I found
out that once again Alex Jones doesn't know what the fuck he's
talking about. The "Cremation of Care?" It's nothing but a play.
And like Bilderberg, Bohemian Grove was all about intellectual
discussions. Oh, and you also get to piss on a giant redwood tree
with Henry Kissinger.

After the festivities were over, I thought about flying back
home, but for some reason I decided to fly to Kansas City. I
never told Taylor that I was a billionaire. I just have a feeling
that she's like the type that would be a gold-digging piece of
shit who would marry me just to get her hands on my money and
spend it on God knows what. I stopped at the Whole Foods Market
to check out the deli's vegetarian offerings. (In case you don't
know, I'm a vegan.) I order a spicy black bean veggie burger with
vegan mayo and a carrot-apple juice. After paying for the veggie
burger and the juice, I walked outside and sat down and ate.
After I got up, I walked to my car and bumped into who I thought
was a kid. "Watch where you're going, kid," I said with a little
agitation in my voice. Then I saw them. It was no kid. It was
Taylor. "TAY!"

"SEAN-PAUL!" We ran to each other and hugged. She jumped in my
arms and wrapped her legs around me and held tight as if her life
depended on it. I looked into her eyes and noticed her smile. Her
smile was fucking beautiful. Then she pulled my head towards hers
and she kissed me. We walked to my rental car, and we drove until
we found a hotel where we could be alone.

As soon as we entered our hotel room, I sat down on the sofa.
Taylor sat down on my lap, and she wrapped her arms around my
neck and pulled me in for a kiss. Taylor wasn't like most girls
I've been with. She was pretty much almost flat-chested , but for
a girl her size, she had quite a nice butt. Taylor's tight jeans
showed off her ass and her cameltoe. It's been nearly six months
since we last fucked. I picked her up and brought her to the bed,
and after I laid her down, I began removing her clothes until she
was completely naked. I brought my lips to a nipple, and my
tongue flicked out. For somebody who had tiny breasts, her
nipples were ultra-sensitive. I remember how easy it was for her
to cum just from nipple stimulation.  "Ah, ah, AH!" Taylor sighed
explosively as I made love to her tiny tits. I began sucking hard
on her left nipple, and then my left hand reached for her other
nipple. I seized the nub of her erect left nipple between thumb
and forefinger, and I seized the nub of her erect right nipple
between my teeth. I bit down and pinched at the same time. "AH!
AH! AH! AIIIIEEEE!" Suddenly, Taylor cried out. Her fists were
beating against the bed as her climax tore through her. Her
juices flowed out. She wasn't much of a squirter. I could smell
her arousal.

I could take no more. I reached in my suitcase and pulled out a
shampoo bottle and a bottle of Astroglide. The shampoo bottle was
as long as my cock and slightly bigger in diameter. I grabbed the
bottle of Astroglide, opened it, and squirted it on my penis.
Then I placed a pillow in the center of the bed and laid Taylor
on the pillow belly-first. Her sexy bubble butt poked up
invitingly. I spread her sexy cheeks apart, exposing her back
door. I lined up the crown of my cock with the wrinkled star of
her anus. I began teasing her vaginal entrance with the shampoo
bottle. Then I shoved the shampoo bottle in, and then my cock
pressed home.

"YIIIIIEEEEEEE!" Taylor threw her head back and shrieked as yet
another orgasm tore through her. I've always been amazed at how
fast she can reach orgasm. The last time we fucked, we achieved
eleven orgasms before I shot into her cunt. As Taylor came down
from her second orgasm, I began sliding my cock in and out of her
ass. Then Taylor's hand joined mine and helped me slide the
shampoo bottle in and out of her juicy cunt. The shampoo bottle
was soaked with her secretions. Then my hand left the shampoo
bottle and searched for her clitoris. I found it. It was fully
erect and standing up proud. I began frigging her stiff pleasure
bud, and when I sensed that she was close, I removed my hand and
pulled my cock completely out of her ass. "No, don't pull out..."
Taylor whined.

"Relax, babe," I said. I turned her around so she was laying on
her back. Then I brought my cock to her gaping asshole and shoved
myself back in to the hilt.

"OOOoooOOOOoooOOOOOOEEEE!" Taylor threw her head back and howled
as yet another climax tore through her. I resumed pumping my
burning stiff cock in and out of her rectum. She pumped the
shampoo bottle in and out of her cunt faster and faster. Then I
grabbed the shampoo bottle with my left hand and while I pressed
it up to torture her G-spot, I seized her clit between my thumb
and index finger and pinched it hard. And suddenly, Taylor
exploded. "AAAAAAAOOOOOWWWWWWEEEEEEEE!" Taylor squinted her eyes
shut and threw her head back as the most intense orgasm of her
life sent her into fits of debilitating spasms. And she squirted.
Her juices squirted out of her slit, shooting up high in an arc,
hitting my square in the face. I eagerly drank down her nectar.
For roughly a minute, Taylor squirted and squirted, drenching my
face until her spasms weakened and reducing her squirting to a
mere trickle.

The taste of her juices, the smell of her arousal, and the
feeling of her rectum clamping down hard on my cock became too
much for me. I began pumping my cock in and out of her ass at a
feverish pace, and then I felt my nuts draw tight against my body
and my cock expand, and then I came. "AAAAAAH!" I cried out as my
own orgasm rocketed out of me. The first shot squirted deep into
her bowels. Five more explosive blasts of semen shot out, and
finally I was spent. I maneuvered ourselves without disengaging
myself from Taylor's ass until I was laying on my back and Taylor
was laying down on top of me. I ran my hands slowly up and down
her sweaty naked back and down to her ass. I gently cupped each
buttock and kneaded them lovingly.

"That feels so nice," Taylor said in a daze. "I wish we could
just do this for the rest of our lives." Then she brought her
lips to mine, and we kissed deeply. I pulled the shampoo bottle
out of her juicy cunt and slowly massaged her gaping, leaking
asshole with the tip. My cock was coming back to life. I slowly
slid the shampoo bottle inside her ass until the tip remained.
Taylor felt my cock hardening all over again against her cunt.
She began hunching her cunt against my erect penis. When I was
fully erect, I lined the crown of my cock with her vagina; her
vagina was still gaping from the shampoo bottle fuck.
My previous relationship with Taylor was one of the most intense
relationships of my life. I rolled us over so that Taylor was
once again laying on her back. My cock was sore with desire. I
had to have her. I wedged the crown of my cock against her
entrance, and then I pushed.
"AAH!" Taylor moaned as ten inches of erect cock slowly filled
her. I began pumping my penis in and out of her sex. She seized
her stiff pleasure bud between her fingers and started
masturbating frantically. My left hand seized her erect right
nipple and pinched it, and her moans rose in volume and pitch
until she shrieked. "Aah! Aah! AAH! AAH! AAH! AAAAIIIIEEEEE!" A
climax smashed into her. Her cunt fluttered down the entire
length of my cock, and although it felt exquisite, I was nowhere
near orgasm. After Taylor's orgasm subsided, I pressed the
shampoo bottle up to rub it against my cock through her rectal
and vaginal walls. "AAAH! AAAH! AAAH! AAAAAOOOWWEEEE!" Taylor
screamed as her body trembled all over in a violent orgasm. Still
yet, I was not ready for my release. Finally, I decided it was
time. I reached into my pocket and retrieved a popper and crushed
it in my hand. The sharp, sweet smell of amyl nitrate soaked the
cloth. I thrust the popper under her nose. Taylor inhaled the
fumes, and in mere moments the effects took hold. She began
sweating profusely. She felt tiny prickles all over her body. Her
throbbing, burning stiff clitoris flared like a torch between her
fingers. And then my fingers left her erect nipple only to join
her hand. I seized her stiff pleasure bud between my fingers, and
I pinched it hard.
"EEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIII!" Taylor threw her
head back and squinted her eyes shut and let out a horrific
scream of pure, raw pleasure as she exploded in the most powerful
orgasm of her life. Hell, it was probably the most powerful
orgasm of anybody's life. Her entire body trembled violently as
her cunt spasmed around my cock. While in the middle of a
debilitating orgasm, I pressed the shampoo bottle up once again
to rub against my cock. "YIIIIIIIIIIIIII!" She screamed as a
second orgasm tore through her. Creamy, aromatic nectar squirted
from her cunt, drenching both of us in her juices.
The knowledge of bringing my ex-girlfriend Taylor to multiple
orgasms was too much for me. I felt my testes draw up right
against my body, and I felt my cock expand, and my cum spurted
hot and deep into her womb. "AAAIIIEEEEE! EEE! EEE! EEE!" The
feeling of my scalding-hot jizz splashing against her cervix
triggered yet another orgasm. Finally, we were spent. We
collapsed in a cuddle, both of us gulping for breath as if we
both ran a mile. In the afterglow of our lovemaking, we began
lightly kissing. Then I heard my phone ring. "No, don't answer
it."


"I have to. I'm a businessman, you know," I said. I looked at the
caller ID. It was Steven. I answered the phone. "Hello?"

"Dude you're not gonna believe this," Steven said with excitement
in his voice.

"Believe what?" I asked.

"Sean-Paul, we just got an offer from a Cristian Hermann in
Munich to buy our company...for seventy-five BILLION dollars!"
Holy fuck. Seventy five BILLION?! "Plus he has friends in the
media who can help us with advertising and such! With this deal,
we can be mainstream!" I can't believe it. My dream of turning my
company into a global empire may be coming true.

"I'll take a flight to Manhattan ASAP," I said. Then I hung up
the phone. I got up and put on my clothes. "Taylor, I'm sorry,
but I have to get back to New York. I just got an offer from
somebody to buy my company for a ridiculous amount of money.

"Aww shucks, and I was gonna let you fuck my cunt," she said.
"But I'm happy for you! I'm sure several thousand dollars will
make you richer."

"You mean several billion dollars," I said with a wink.

"WHAT?!" Taylor shouted in surprise.

"You just had sex with a billionaire," I said. After Taylor got
dressed, I drove her home. Her mom Terri and her aunt Mindy were
waiting. I got along great with Terri, but Mindy was a bitch on
wheels. I said my goodbyes, and I gave Taylor a good-bye kiss.
And of course, she had to snake her tongue into my mouth. I broke
the kiss and whispered into her ear, "the next time we're
together, I'll fuck you cunt." As I whispered those words into
her ear, my hand drifted down and I deliberately pressed my thumb
against her cloth-covered clitoris. I heard her catch her breath
as pleasure temporarily washed through her. Then we kissed once
again, and I headed for the airport.

I arrived in New York at about 9 PM. I took a cab to my apartment
building. I arrived at my door, unlocked it, and entered my
apartment. I turned on my desktop computer and checked my email.
Victoria sent me some lovely photographs she took that day, and
she wrote me a poem. I read the poem, and I suddenly felt like a
jackass for sleeping with Taylor. Victoria's poem made me feel
loved. This woman truly loved me. And I knew that I loved her,
but reuniting with Taylor made me question my self-worth. I
suddenly felt worthless of Victoria's love. I had to do
something. I called Taylor. "You awake?" I asked.

"Yeah," Taylor said.

"Listen, this isn't easy for me to say, but -"

"You don't have to say it, Sean-Paul. You're in love with
somebody else. I saw your relationship status on Facebook. It's
okay. I just want to thank you for loving me."

"You're welcome, Taylor. Maybe you can call your ex-girlfriend
Angelica and see if there's something still there." We laughed
together. "Good night, Tay."

"Good night, Sean-Paul." We hung up. I called Steven, and we set
up a special board meeting for tomorrow to discuss the buyout.

<1st attachment end>


----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------
Notice: This post has been modified from its original
format.  The post was sent as an email attachment and
has been converted by ASSTR ASSM moderation software.
----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com>|
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderators: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org>   Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> |
|Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}|
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+