Message-ID: <20308eli$9903010505@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: M Quayle Subject: (ASSM) A "Farrell" Story (Late For Dinner) Chapter 62: Not Until Morning (S&M Family fun) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: quayle_m@hotmail.com MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=iso-8859-1 Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <36DA2E89.3A28@hotmail.com> Your comments, criticisms, and evil/sexy/comical plot ideas are always welcome. Many of Kathy’s adventures are based on reader suggestions. Join the free “Late for Dinner” mailing list: http://www.onelist.com/subscribe.cgi/LateForDinner New chapters are also posted regularly to alt.torture, alt.sadistic, alt.sex.stories & alt.sex.stories.moderated. Earlier chapters are on-line in the mailing list archive and at J. Wijnands’s site at http://www.xs4all.nl/~wijnands/bdsm/late/ >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> WARNING! This story is for adults only and contains Strong Sexual Content and Convoluted Attempts at Humor. It is intended as a work of satirical sexual fiction for ADULTS only, and the author does not in any way condone or encourage similar behavior even if it was legal or physically possible. If you are under the age of 18 or reside in a state (or alt.state) that prohibits such behavior, stop reading this right now. I mean it!!!!!! Remember: DON’T DO THIS AT HOME!!!!! <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Do not repost or post without permission of author. Late for Dinner copyright 1998-99 by M Quayle (a pseudonym) All rights reserved Chapter 62: Not Until Morning Kathy had just about convinced Officer Ray that she needed to be taken into immediate custody when the door bell rang. She hopped off the friendly lawman’s lap and dashed to answer it. It was the society reporter and a photographer from the newspaper. “Hello, dear,” the attractive journalist smiled, “are you the young lady who called us about the party. We hope we’re not too late for the deflowering.” “I’m really sorry,” Kathy apologized, “but Daddy’s already popped Kim’s cherry. I didn’t think you were coming.” “That’s all right, we’re the ones running late,” the photographer assured her. “Do you think they could pose for us anyway? You know how everyone loves to see pictures of young ladies losing their virginity.” Kathy helped Daddy get it up again and positioned little Kim on his lap so the photographer could get both their faces in the shot. “Smile, Kim,” the camera man coaxed. “But it doesn’t feel good,” the girl winced as Daddy lowered her onto his resurrected rod. “Where did you get this lovely lady?” The reporter quizzed. “Oh, I bought her in Tokyo for my daughter, Becky,” Daddy nodded to the little freckle face who had made herself at home on the reporter’s lap. “That’s because I did everyone I was told,” Becky beamed up at the pretty interviewer. “She came with me on a business trip and I must admit she was the bell to be balled that week. Without her, I doubt if we could have landed the hovercar account.” “Good for you!” The reporter stroked her long red hair. “Did you like doing all those businessmen?” “Well, sometimes it kind of hurted,” Becky answered seriously, “but that’s okay,” she perked, “‘cause I’m a masoskist!” “She’s precious!” The reporter laughed and gave Becky’s clit a friendly tickle. “You’re going to have to come over and play in my dungeon sometime. Okay?” “Okay!” Becky hopped up and down on the nice lady’s flicking finger. “Can I bring along Christi? She’s a masoskist, too.” “Why, of course. I’m sure my boys would love to have both of you,” she slipped her finger deeper inside the happy girl, “and your little slave girl, too.” “Oh, goodie,” Becky exclaimed as her little honey pot exploded with pleasure, “can we go, Mommy, can we?” Mommy took the photographer’s cock out her mouth. “Why of course, sweetheart. Now, what do you say when someone gives you an orgasm.” “Thank you, ma’am. Would you like one, too?” “We’ll give each other plenty when you come over,” the reporter gave Becky a soft kiss then eased her off her lap and handed her a business card. “My home address is on the back. Just have your Mommy call hen you can come over to play. We’ve got to get back to the paper before we miss our deadline.” “But I haven’t finished your photographer,” Mommy protested. “I hate to send him off with such a big erection,” she giggled, “he might hit it on something.” “Oh, don’t worry. I’ll finish him in the car.” The reporter readjusted her business-like black microskirt and slipped her notebook into her purse. “Nice meeting you.” She waved as she showed herself to the door. “Well, it certainly has been a long day,” Daddy yawned as he lifted Kim off his cock, “and I think this little family needs to clean up this mess and get some shut eye. Tomorrow’s a school day after all. Okay, everybody?” “Okay!” Everybody said. Soon the living room was back to normal, Officer Ray took Carol home to meet his mother and sister, and Billy was tied securely to his own bed. “Oh, Mom,” he mumbled, “can’t I at least play with myself a little.” “Not until morning.” Mommy patted her son’s rather impressive erection. “Anyway,” she winked, “a certain little brunette will be needing her wake up call.” “Don’t forget, Bil-ly,” Christi cooed from the doorway. “I’m counting on you to get me up.” “Yeah, Bil-ly,” Kathy sassed. “I hardly recognize her in the morning without a big glob of your cum on her face.” Soon Becky and Kim were tucked snug in their bed and Kathy and Christi had settled in for a sweet, sexy nightcap. What a day, Kathy thought as her beloved wrapped a bright colored nylon around her neck, I wonder what will happen next? -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----