Message-ID: <21305asstr$942819002@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: lingam1541@my-deja.com Subject: {ASSM} New: Home After Work 2/? (MF, ds, spank, wierd commercials) Lines: 490 X-Original-Message-ID: <80t6ks$2u6$1@nnrp1.deja.com> X-Article-Creation-Date: Wed Nov 17 03:15:43 1999 GMT Date: Wed, 17 Nov 1999 01:10:02 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: Lambchop, newsman Hi, This is the second installment to the story. Many profuse thanks to ragtime for his amazing proofreading work. Also thanks to Bill, for his feedback, etc. Standard Disclaimer: This story is set in an alternate world which closely parallels our own. This is pure fantasy, with bits of satire and dry humor tossed in. Any similarities to persons living or dead is entirely coincidental (Really! Believe me! I mean it!). Of course, with the standard fantasy conventions, most men and women are ideal models of beauty, there are no sexually transmitted diseases (although a possible future chapter has a funny twist to this), and unintended pregnancies are quite easy to prevent. If this looks too much like your reality, get me in contact with your dealer! Attempting to replicate this type of world in your life could get you in a big-assed dog pile, mentaly, physically, or just plain old legally. I don't advocate any of it! If you are under 18, you shouldn't be here. Buy your parents a freaking clue. It won't be too long before you're over the fence and wishing you had your youth back. Come back when that happens. At this point, this story will be fairly no holds barred. That means you can expect: mf of all types and numbers (orgies, gang bangs, even plain vanilla, etc.), public, ff (though will stay away from mm for the most part), mild d/s, mild ws, possible inc. (would like feedback). Plus there might be peripheral excursions into stuff like beast, and s&m (but mild in any case). No rape, or other extreme type behaviors. Please send feedback (Like it? Want to see something? Want more chapters? Is the sky blue?). Enjoy! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Home After Work by Lovin Lingayat (MF, ds, spank, wierd commercials) The dinner for the Henley family went pretty uneventfully that night, with only Christy's occasional snipes at Bill, Cindy, or the whole world for that matter, being the only thing to spice things up. The food was good, not great, just like typical Sarah. If Bill wanted great, he would have gone to some fancy restaurant. His wife kept making veiled threats of grave punishments to Cindy for her inconsiderate sin of being a few minutes late to dinner, but Bill finally got it around so that Cindy would have to do the dishes for the rest of the week. This being a Wednesday, the punishment wasn't too bad. This, of course, brought around a fresh round of sniping from Christy. At one point Christy shot a pea at Bill while he wasn't looking, but didn't do anything more when he ignored it. Mike ate like a hog, Bill ate a sensible amount for his calorie restricted diet, Cindy and her mother ate like birds, and Christy ate like hog junior. How did Christy remain so thin while eating so much? Sarcasm took a lot of calories, Bill decided. All in all, nothing happened during the dinner that wasn't completely forgettable. The next couple of hours went pretty much the same way. The kids went off to do homework. Sarah went somewhere. And Bill went to the den to pay a few bills, gloss over a few magazine articles, and stare blankly at a laptop screen in lieu of catching up on some work from the office. Before he knew it, it was a quarter to 10, and time to shuffle all the kids off to sleep. As he came up the stairs into the family room, he found Christy and Cindy parked in front of the TV. A commercial for Spring's Morn was playing on the screen. It was set on a beach only found in Hollywood backlots or travel brochures. A pretty "middle aged" woman was bringing a couple of Chippendale hunks over to where her 20-something daughter was lying on a chaise lounge. "Mary, look what I found!" the woman gushed to her daughter, stroking the arms of the two vacantly smiling beefcakes. "Oh, mom... I don't know..." "What's wrong?" "It's the middle of the day! Don't you ever feel, well, not fresh after you do it?" "Sure honey, that's why I use Spring's Morn!" The scene cut away to box covered with a vague silk screen of cherry blossoms. "Spring's Morn," a blandly cheerful announcer said. "To feel fresh as a morning breeze throughout the day." The scene cut to the naked upper bodies of the two women as they bounced up and down on their respective hunks. Bill decided that the mother looked way too young to have a daughter in her mid twenties. Her medium sized breasts didn't have a bit of sag to them for God's sake, and there was hardly a wrinkle anywhere, let alone her face! "Thanks mom, you give the best advice!" "That's my job, hon." The mother's face had the look of wise and blissful serenity that looked very strange when one considered what she was doing just below the frame. "Oh, God!" Christy exclaimed. "That commercial is so lame!" Cindy laughed aloud. "Like some mom is gonna be out getting cheese puffs for her daughter to fuck at the beach!" Christy continued. "Yeah, and her daughter is that old, and she doesn't know about douche!" "Was it douche?" Christy asked with mock innocence. "I thought it was mouth wash!" "No, it was tissue paper!" "Maybe it was soap!" The girls fell back on the sofa in a fit of giggles. Bill smiled as he strode up to join them. He felt divided between wanting to let them enjoy their time together and fulfilling his parental obligation. His paternal instinct won out. "Hi girls, finished with your homework?" "Of course!" Cindy beamed at her dad as she answered him. "Yeah," Christy said, but from a tightness around her eyes, Bill could tell she was lying. It made him mad, but he still kept a placid exterior. Even though he had planned to let them continue watching TV for a while no matter what they answered, he hadn't expected a outright lie. "Well, then you won't mind if I check them will you? I'll check Christy's first. Let's go Christy." Bill didn't plan on doing so, but it was the best way he could think of to catch Christy at her lie. "Yeah, just wait a sec," Christy said, squirming a little. "The show is not over yet." Bill felt his temper rising a bit. "You said your homework's done so this shouldn't take long at all. You can always catch it in reruns if you miss a part." "There's, like 5 minutes left! You can wait that long," Christy complained, not budging one bit from her position. "No I can't. Let's go." No way Bill was going to let her win by finishing the show when she was obviously in the wrong. "God! You suck! You're always picking on me!" Christy yelled at him. "I'm not going anywhere! Mom! Dad's picking on me!" "Christy--" "Shi-FFFFT! This is so unfair!" That did it. Bill picked Christy up roughly and sat down on the sofa, pulling her across his knees. "You've had this coming for a long time tonight, Christy," Bill said as he hiked up her skirt to deliver a spanking. Christy whimpered in fright as his hand came down sharply on her hiney. It was so quick that Bill didn't notice until the first spank that Christy wasn't wearing any panties. "Why aren't you wearing any panties?" Bill asked, surprised. "Who said I have to wear them at home?" Christy whimpered between her sobs. Even mewling, she sounded defiant. "Dad, please," Cindy came up and grasped his right hand gently, stroking it with her fingers and preventing him from using it to spank her sister further. "Let Christy watch the last part." The frightened, pleading look in her eyes made Bill feel two inches tall. But he was in the right wasn't he? "Bill, let Christy watch the end," Sarah called from the top of the stairs. Bill scowled. His parental authority was being ripped to shreds. "Fine, you can watch the rest of the show," Bill said with a forced calm. "But in this position. And one more snide, smart alecky comment from you and you'll be feeling it tomorrow. Got that?" Christy nodded a meek affirmative. Cindy moved back to where she was sitting, anxiously moving her hand to her lap. As if on cue, the last commercial ended and the last segment of the show they had been watching came on. It was some murder mystery, and the last part of it involved some terminally stupid female lead confronting the killer after having sex with him. Apparently, something he said in the throes of passion tipped off her otherwise muddled brain to his guilt. She then spent the rest of the show being chased by him naked through a raging storm from a dorm building into a small grove of trees. She finally tripped and fell under an oak. Apparently seriously disabled by the simple fall, she watched the killer walk up to her, telling her how he had never intended for her to find out and how much he loved her. All of a sudden, a branch broke off the oak and landed on the man, killing him. Bill almost groaned in pain. At least the girl was pretty and had an incredible body. Watching her thrash around naked in the mud was almost worth suffering through the moronic plot. He looked back to Christy to ask her if she was satisfied only to notice that he had been kneading and stroking her butt unconsciously. He quickly looked over to Cindy to see if she had noticed, but she was watching the TV with an intent look on her face. Bill removed his hand from Christy's butt calmly to hide his shock, and patted her shoulder gently to indicate she could get up now. Christy lay where she was quietly with a dazed expression on her face. "Well, are you ready now?" Bill asked Christy. "Huh? Yeah," Christy said quickly, snapping out of her daze. She got up and looked over at Cindy. "So what happened at the end?" Cindy gave a start. She looked at Christy for a moment before they both gave each other a meek smile. "Huh?" Cindy asked her sister nervously. "Weren't you watching?" Bill asked Christy impatiently. "Yeah... Yeah, I was," Christy replied defensively. She started up to her room. "I still have a couple of questions to answer for English... It won't take long, I promise." "Tell me something I don't know," Bill thought to himself. Fortunately, it wasn't long before the girls were ready to go to bed. Christy, true to her word, finished quickly. Cindy's homework, as usual, was perfect. Mikey, Bill found out, had already gone to sleep. Despite the earlier problems, Bill still tucked Christy in, and she still smiled at him like a little angel and said goodnight. "Why couldn't she act like that all the time?" Bill wondered mentally to himself as he turned off the lights. Cindy was always the last to be tucked in. It was an agreement between them. She was lying on her back in her bed in all her naked glory. Bill came into the dark room and kissed her on the forehead. "Goodnight, little angel." Bill hoped that was all she would need tonight. Christy's antics had his mind running around in vaguely disturbed circles tonight, and he wasn't sure he wanted to continue with the usual ritual. "Daddy," Cindy stopped him with her hand. "Please?" Bill sighed. "I think they are big enough already." Cindy giggled. "I want them bigger!" "You know--" "You promised!" "Okay, okay. But pretty soon, you won't be able to stand up with 'em." Bill kneaded her right breast gently in a circular motion, pressing it into her chest periodically. He then repeated the same for the left, alternating back and forth when he was done. Cindy had a bust size of 36C already. On her little girl frame, her tits looked enormous. Her nipples were standing up to attention, painfully engorged in blood. Her areolas were one inch in diameter and were swollen slightly from her excitement. He brought his mouth to the right breast and suckled it into his mouth, temporarily letting it go to lick the areola in a circular fashion. Bill kneaded the breasts with his hands and alternately suckled one and then the other as long as Cindy guided his head to them. He tasted the salt of her skin as well as a gentle tang that made his mouth water. Sometimes, he licked around the entire breast, sucking in big mouthfuls of titflesh gently and then releasing it. He had to admit he liked this as much as she did. Finally, Cindy let go and relaxed back into the bed. "Thank you daddy," she said, smiling contentedly. "You're welcomed honey." Bill turned to go. "Daddy?" Cindy stopped him again with her hand. "Yes, honey?" Bill turned around to see a concerned look on Cindy's face. "Do you think my butt is pretty?" "Huh?" Bill let out a short barking laugh. "Why do ask that?" "I think my hips are getting too fat, and they make my butt too flabby." "You don't have fat hips, and you certainly don't have a flabby butt." Bill wasn't lying either. Cindy had a body that stayed in a man's mind for a long time. "You have the most perfect body I have ever seen. I am amazed that I have such a beautiful daughter." "So I have a cute butt?" "You have a very cute butt. Now get to sleep." Bill told her gently but firmly. He brought the cover over her naked body, and left her room after a final goodnight. What had brought that on? When he walked into the master bed room, Bill noticed Sarah sitting on one of the overstuffed chairs by the vanity, brushing her hair. She didn't have any clothes on and it looked like she had finished rubbing her daily portion of skin creme into her body for the night. Bill looked at her with mixed feelings of attraction and a slight bit of irritation. Maybe it was anger. He locked the double doors leading into the bedroom and went into the adjoining bathroom with a vague plan hatching in his mind. He turned on the faucets full blast. Going back into the bedroom, he turned the TV on and turned up the volume a bit. It was a prime time interview special. A pretty little starlet was being groped and fondled by Guy Reno as he asked her personal questions about her love life. Sarah looked up casually from her brush. "What are you up to?" she asked Bill curiously. She watched him placidly as he approached her. "The faucet's still--EEEK!" Sarah squealed in surprise as Bill picked her up off the chair. No matter how much he hated to admit it, Bill was in his middle age. Hopefully, it was just barely on an outdated technicality, but facts had to be faced. Still, he could brag that he still had a firm, strong body. His muscles were still hard and big, even though they didn't have a trace of the definition they once had. Bill easily placed Sarah on his knee. "This is for" WHACK "interfering with" WHACK "my disciplining" WHACK "Christy" WHACK "Do you" WHACK "understand?" WHACK "Owww, ouch, ouch," Sarah moaned. After he had put her across his knees, Sarah hadn't moved very hard to resist. Except for little squeal when his hand hit, she didn't make any noise. "That hurt sweety." Sarah complained in a cute voice. "Are you" WHACK "complaining?" WHACK One of Sarah's ass cheeks vibrated a bit as a muscle started twitching from the shock of the hard slaps. A dark red splotch colored each lily white cheek. Bill gently massaged Sarah's butt as he waited for her answer. Sarah moaned softly as Bill rubbed his hand across the skin of her back, down over her butt, and onto the back of her thighs. "Answer" WHACK "me!"WHACK "Ooooh, dear, never," Sarah said, panting. "Good." Bill said before he spanked each ass cheek three more times mercilessly. He dropped her gently on the floor and went to turn off the faucet. Maybe it wasn't that useful in hiding the noise anyway, but it had given him a dirty thrill to prepare that way. A certain anticipation at setting a stage. As he returned to the bedroom, he noticed Sarah was on all four and crawling toward him. "Uh, Sarah," he said, nervously. Sarah crawled to him on all four and kissed his feet. "Yes dear." It didn't take long for Bill to figure out what she was doing. It had been almost ten years since they engaged in this kind of play. "Has it been that long?" Bill mused to himself as he watched Sarah lick his toes. Amazingly, his prick had figured it out before him because it was now jutting out in his sweat pants like a steel rod. Some heads had longer memories than others. Bill wondered at how fast it had become hard. He remembered it had been half hard when he came into bedroom... How long had it been that way? It wasn't hard when he was working in the den... Bill's mind immediately clamped down on the train of thought. He would worry about that later, much later. Bill used his right foot to gently push Sarah's head down against the carpet. He was careful not to cause the slightest pain. He knew sadists got off on that, but somehow it was a total turnoff for him. Actually, there was no way that the spanking he had given her earlier hadn't hurt, but he had planned to take the entire night to make up for that. It seemed Sarah had other ideas for the night. He rubbed his foot through her silky hair. Well, if that was to be, no sense in disappointing her. Bill lifted her chin with his foot so that she was looking at him. "Come here," Bill said as he walked over to the overstuffed chair. Sarah followed him on her hands and knees. Sitting down, he pulled down his sweat pants, letting his cock spring free. Sarah immediately hopped her arms on the side of the chair and started playfully mouthing his cock, batting it around with her lips and tongue, pretending to be a dog. Bill took a handful of her hair and pulled her off him gently. "Bad little bitch," he chided her. "No manners at all. Turn around." Sarah turned around and lifted her ass toward him, wagging her hips playfully. Bill stroked the outer lips of her cunt with his big toe, occasionally pushing it in between her folds. Although her lips were pretty slick with fuck juices, Bill didn't want to take any chances. He reached down and stroked her pussy with his hands, gently cupping and massaging her mons before reaching in and rubbing her inner labia side to side with a gentle pressure. Sarah's clit slowly engorged and peeked out of it's hood and into his fingers. "That's a good girl," Bill said as he gently pressed the clit from one side to the other. Sarah moaned. Bill pushed a finger into her, and her vagina grasped it tightly. He pushed it slowly in and out, getting it slick with her juices and then rubbed it gently against her asshole rim. When he was sufficiently satisfied that she was wet enough, he sat back and pushed his big toe into her vagina. The big toe slid in easily, lubricated by her juices. Bill reveled in the slick, fleshy feel of the entrance of her vagina through his toe pad. "You're a nice little pussy," Bill said as he jacked his toe in and out of her. Sarah moaned contentedly. "So you want a little bone?" Sarah nodded her head enthusiasticly. Bill took a thick 8 inch vibrator from a collection on top of the dresser and stuck it into her pussy savagely. "Unnh," Sarah squealed as she felt the her vagina stretched tightly around the intruder. The constricting spasm subsided quickly as her pussy accustomed itself. She felt an urgency like an itch in her pussy tube that spread throughout her pubes and made her clit tighten with a painful need. She felt like crying out and frigging herself savagely, but she forced herself to remain as she was. Bill started to jack the vibrator in and out of her. It felt good, but Sarah felt the need for more, she wanted him to go faster, rub her clit, stroke her body, press a finger against her asshole, anything to feed the great mawing need that was consuming her body and mind. Bill suddenly turned on the vibrator inside her. Sarah nearly collapsed with sudden relief as the greater sensations quaked through her body. "Do you like this bone?" Bill asked. "Have I given you enough time to get acquainted?" Bill left the vibrator humming inside her as he crouched over her and stroked her back gently. He petted her head like a good dog. "Here, go fetch," he said, pulling the vibrator out of her and throwing it across the room. Sarah felt the energy go out of her limbs as soon as the vibrator left her cunt, but she willed herself to chase the vibrator enthusiastically. It was hard to pick up the vibrator with her mouth because it was still slick with her fuck juices and kept vibrating out of her mouth but she finally got her lips around the soft plastic and used her teeth to keep it in place. The thing felt weird in her mouth and the vibrations transmitted through her teeth tickled her entire head and made her scalp tingle. She crawled back to Bill with the vibrator in her mouth. "Did you use your teeth you little bitch?" Bill asked Sarah as if he was talking gently to a dog. He removed the vibrator from her mouth. Sarah looked at him with sad doe eyes and nodded. "Bad little bitch. Here, do it again!" Sarah went after the dildo again. This time, she was careful not to bite the dildo when she tried to get it. This was proving exceedingly hard because the slick dildo kept vibrating out from her lips, she finally figured out a way to use her tongue to press the back end of the vibrator against the carpet while she sucked in the front end into her mouth. She could taste her pussy juices on the dildo, and it still tickled in places. Sarah resisted the urge to drop the dildo out of her mouth and collapse in a fit of giggles. Bill took the vibrator out of her mouth and petted her head. "Good girl," he said, pushing the dildo back into her pussy. He stroked it in and out for a while more. Sarah was going out of her mind with passion. She wanted to yell at him to take it out and fuck her or push it in faster, anything so that she could cum. Bill took his own sweet time to slowly build up Sarah's passion and torture her with need at the same time. He finally pushed her on her back and got into a 69 position. She sucked his prick in hungrily while he lowered his face to tongue her clit. Sarah could only blow his cock for a few seconds before she exploded into an earth shattering climax. Bill raised himself off her, and pulled the vibrator out. As Sarah relaxed against the carpet with a sigh, He got into bed and lay on top of the sheets. "Here, you can treat yourself to my bone for the rest of the night." Bill said smiling. Sarah grinned at him slyly before she crawled into bed and took his cock in her mouth. "Do you like it?" Sarah nodded enthusiastically with the cock in her mouth. "Do you love the taste?" Sarah nodded again the same way and moaned sucked and licked the cock like a hungry woman. She proceeded to give him and enthusiastic and sloppy blowjob, drinking his milk when he came into her mouth. After she was done, Sarah smeared her lips and cheek against the wilting cock. Bill raised her head toward him. "Honey, we need to talk," he said to her. "Wurf!" Sarah replied jokingly. Bill laughed. "No I mean it. We're always at a cross ends when it comes to dealing with the girls." Sarah sighed and came up to rest her head against his chest. "Christy acts out too much against my authority and you don't help when you countermand everything I say." "Christy wasn't doing anything strictly wrong, Bill, you are too hard on the girl." "It's not a matter of doing something wrong. She has to respect me as her dad!" "She respects you! She loves you so much! Bill, you got to relax, Christy just has a strong personality that's all. She's getting into her teen years. She's got to be free to express herself in her own way." "I'm scared that she's getting out of control, Sarah." "She's not getting out of control, she's acting her age. You give Cindy a lot more leeway than you give Christy." "Christy doesn't get the straight A's Cindy does. Remember when Cindy was at Christy's age? She was an absolutely obedient little angel. She never gave any problems. Even now. Coming home a little late was the only thing she has done that's even close to bad this whole week! Christy, on the other hand... Just this week! Remember her ripping off my towel Monday morning, then when she kept interrupting my watching TV by throwing her stuffed animals, all the snide sarcastic comments she always makes, I could go on." Sarah shrugged, reaching back to rub her aching buttocks. They were burning with a searing heat. "Sorry about the spanking, honey." "I don't know, I kind of enjoyed it." Sarah giggled into his chest. "Was I a very bad girl to deserve it?" "A little bit." Bill replied, grinning. "It was about Christy wasn't it?" Sarah already knew, but she asked anyway. "Yeah, I guess it was." Sarah giggled. "I don't know... I understand where she's coming from. She isn't a bad person, Bill. Have a little patience." "Where is she coming from?" Sarah touched Bill's lips with her fingers. "No more of this," she said, dropping her other hand to stroke his manhood. "Let's fuck some more." "I don't know how I'm gonna handle three teenagers in this house for the next few years," Bill complained as she quietly stroked and licked him to hardness. It took a while, but Sarah finally got it hard enough and pushed her pussy down onto his cock, straddling him from above. "Oh, yes." she said, humping up and down on him. "This little bad boy is in his rightful home." "Oh, so good," Bill said as he felt her vagina clamp and release his cock in a rhythmic cycle. He reached up and squeezed her ripe breasts. They had the slightest bit of sag to them and were nowhere near the firmness of Cindy's knockers, but they were still a wonder to kneed and squeeze. He pulled on her nipples, which immediately started to swell. He brought her down to him and suckled on her breasts as they started to buck together. "Oh, yes, oh God! That hot bone sliding into my pussy!" Sarah moaned in passion. "Oh, so slippy, slidy, slippy, slidy! Oh my vagina is wrapped around your cock! You're inside me, honey! You're inside my body! You're body is inside me... Ooooh!" The fucked desperately for close to twenty minutes, their hands stroking each other's hot bodies, their tongues stroking inside their clasped mouths or running over each other's neck and shoulder and breasts, until Sarah started cumming again. Bill kept ramming in and out until he felt the familiar tightening and slammed his prick as deep as it could go before having an intense and slightly painful cum into his wife. His balls ached from the exertion. "So how long do I got until I run into the danger of losing you?" Sarah asked cutely as she snuggled up to him in the afterglow. A strange question, but Bill thought it was funny. "Usually it's until the youngest kid is 18 and out of the home, so you got about 6 more years." "Too bad you got my tubes tied so I can't have any more kids." "I got your tubes tied?" Bills asked laughing. "I might be mistaken, but I didn't know I could do surgery. Did I get drunk one day and do surgery on you without your consent?" "Yes, and it was painful. I wouldn't ever want you to do it to me again," Sarah complained in a mock little girl voice. Bill smiled. He kissed the top of her head, which was still buried in his chest. "I don't know if I have even close to the energy needed to raise another kid. Three kids suck a lot of energy out of you. I think I'd waste away and die if I had another. Especially at this age." Funny, when he was young, he had thought that he would get married at 30 and have one kid at around 32. That would place the kid at 5 years old currently, but now he felt too old for that. Maybe marriage added years your age. "So I'll just have to make the most of these six years, huh?" "That sounds about right." Bill said, smiling as he felt sleep overtake him. ----------------------- I'm doing this for feedback! So if I don't get paid in replies or letters, I don't post future installments (which might be a good thing). e-mail: lovinlingam@hotmail.com -- If you enjoyed this work, take a moment to email the author. Your comments are their only payment. 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