Message-ID: <21503asstr$943661401@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: BPri563419@aol.com X-Original-Message-ID: <0.58f8cc77.257050e7@aol.com> Subject: {ASSM} Sally Submits (FemSub, rom, marital, anal) MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Date: Fri, 26 Nov 1999 19:10:01 -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: IceAltar, dennyw, newsman Brad & Sally Fantasy Interlude No. 5: Sally Submits - Part 1b (WARNING: This story contains graphic sexual variations that may not appeal to all people and is not intended for anyone under 18 or who is offended by unusual sexual practices. If you are under 18 or are offended by such practices, do not read further.) AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is a fantasy. Real couples may engage is some or all of these activities, but this story is principally written to explore the thoughts and feelings that may cause some individuals to choose alternative sexual activities. (If you enjoyed this story and would like to see more like this, reply on this board or e-mail me at BPri563419@aol.com.) "I want you to caress yourself," Brad told her. "Start with your breasts." Sally looked at him intently for a second and then looked down at her breasts. Tentatively she rubbed her palms softly over each nipple. She was self-conscious now, with Brad feet away, eyeing her from a distance. She felt his gaze on her. It was like being caught masturbating--except he was encouraging her, approving of it. That helped her feel better. She started focusing on how her breasts felt. She cupped one and started fingering the other's nipple, then tweaked it. It felt good. "Tell me who those breasts belong to," Brad ordered. Sally continued to massage her breasts. It was feeling better and better. Her cunt was starting to respond to the stroking. She took a deep breath. With her eyes closed she spoke. "They belong to you, Master. They are for your pleasure." Saying it out loud made it seem so real. She grabbed both tits and pulled them out toward him, as if offering them to him, and it felt so good she squirmed her hips on the bed. "And what do you want me to do with them?" Brad asked. "Please love them. Hold them, suck them. I want you to suckle them. Please rub my nipples. They are yours." Sally squirmed more as she spoke. "And it's not just me, is it?" Brad accused her. "You want men to look at your breasts and lust after them, don't you? You'd like to show them off to anyone, wouldn't you? You'd let anyone suck them, because it makes you feel good. They aren't yours, are they? They're for anyone who wants them. Even another woman. You'd like to know what it felt like for another woman to suck and fondle your breasts, wouldn't you? Tell me!" Pictures flashed through Sally's mind. She saw a line of faceless men suckling at her bosom and fondling a tweaking her nipples. And then the idea of a woman holding her breast and stroking her nipples came to her. She flashed on the image of another woman's nipple touching her nipple and then another woman's breast crushed against hers. She felt her cunt rippling with excitement. She pulled and tweaked her tits with more and more insistence. "I don't care who plays with my tits," she gasped. "I just want them to be sucked and squeezed and rubbed. It feels so good. They don't belong to me. They are for anyone's pleasure. I would even let another woman play with them, if you said, Master." Sally couldn't believe how it felt to be rubbing her tits and saying these things out loud to her husband. She was astonished how turned on she was getting. She never could have imagined saying such things, let alone getting hot over it. "I thought so," Brad smirked. "You're a real slut, aren't you? Made to be a sex toy." Sally pulled both breasts up away from her chest and hunched her hips up in the air. "Yes, Master," she admitted. "Now rub your thighs," Brad said. Sally sighed and reluctantly let go of her tits. Her cunt was burning and leaking dew, and it was all she could do to follow Brad's orders and caress her thighs rather than ramming a hand into her pussy. She shuddered at the sensuousness of feeling her hands on the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. After mauling of her own breasts, this was like a rest stop as she lightly rubbed herself. "Tell me about your thighs," Brad demanded. "They feel so sensitive," Sally replied. "They long to wrap themselves around someone who is fucking my cunt. I want to spread them wide and open my cunt wide to have a cock planted in me. I want to squeeze them to draw the cock deep into my cunt." "Very good. Now caress your cunt." Sally trembled as her fingers scooped pussy cream and spread it on her throbbing clit. "Slowly!" Brad barked. "And tell me about it." "Oh, it feels so good, Master! My cunt is so hot. My cunt belongs to you and your cock. Please fuck me, Master! I want your cock in me so bad!" She struggled to rub her clit slowly, as Brad had instructed. She wanted to rub it furiously. It was straining her nerves to drag it out. "What if another man wanted to fuck you now, or a woman offered to fuck you with her dildo?" "Oh, Master, I have a slut's cunt. It just wants to be filled and it doesn't care how. Anything would feel so good right now. I need it, please. If you put you cock in me, I'll make it feel so good!" The offer sounded good, but Brad had other ideas. His hand had gone to his cock and he was stroking himself under the folds of his robe. The sight of his wife flagrantly frigging herself, practically delirious with lust, was exciting him tremendously. "Do you want my cum in your cunt?" "Oh, yes, I want to feel you spurt into me. I want to feel your cum running out of me." "Rub yourself faster, now. Make yourself come in front of me, right now," Brad ordered. Sally didn't need much encouragement. Immediately she started rubbing her clit furiously. Her other hand went back to her tits and started pinching and rubbing her nipples. She started gasping and bucking her hips. "Oh! oh! Unh! Unh! Ooohhh! Uh! Uh!" she groaned, as if in pain. Spasm after spasm rippled through her cunt and womb. She stabbed one finger into her cunt and squeezed her G-spot and another spasm shook her. Then she fell back onto the bed in ecstasy. She was gasping for air and the only sound for a minute was her breathing. "Now what do you say?" Brad prompted her. "Thank you, Master, for allowing me to have a great orgasm," Sally immediately replied. "Will you please fuck me now? It would feel so good to feel your cock in my slut-cunt. I want to make your cock feel so good. My cunt is so hot and ready for you." "You're welcome, slave, but I have other ideas right now. Get out the Vaseline," he told her. Sally immediately was roused from her post-orgasmic fog. Was he going to try to fuck her ass now? She was still hot, but after her orgasm, she wasn't so horny. She wasn't sure she was up for that right now. She looked at Brad with a pleading look. "Are you still my slave or not?" he barked at her. "Yes, Master," she answered and rolled over. She reached into the night stand drawer for the jar of Vaseline there and brought it out on the bed. "What parts of your body are at the disposal of your Master?" he quizzed her. "All of it, Master," Sally replied with a sinking heart. "Yes, that's right. But you'll need some training to be of full use to me. Now get some Vaseline on your finger and put it on your little asshole," he told her. "It needs some sensitivity training." Sally clumsily pulled a glob of grease out of the jar on her middle finger and reached behind her to apply it to her opening. "I want you to caress and explore your ass, while tell me what your ass is good for." Sally slowly rubbed the ring of her opening with the lubrication. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the feeling. She thought of O being stretched at the Chateau and made to wear a dildo to keep her open for the men's use. Her finger pushed against the ring and she dipped it into the opening slightly. She returned to rubbing it in a circular motion, and then dipped a fingertip inside herself for a second from time to time. She was concentrating so much that she forgot she was supposed to be talking. She caught herself and began. "My ass is another opening for my Master to use for his pleasure. I must learn to be open to my Master." She reached and got another fingerful of lube from the jar. This time she placed it directly on the opening and pushed most of it into her hole. She tensed as her ass protested the invasion. She went back to stroking the outside, but periodically plunging a fingertip into her anus about an inch. "Yes, you must open yourself to me. You cannot hold any part of yourself back. You exist for my pleasure alone." Brad moved to her. She lay on her side, one hand behind her, working at her ass, trying to relax herself as he ordered. He reached between her legs and began to caress her cunt. He smiled as he felt how wet she was. Her own lubrication was plenty to ease his way. Sally squirmed as she felt his touch on her puss lips and cunt. She pulled her leg up to make room for his hand while keeping her ass cheeks apart for her own fingers. The stimulation at each opening was creating new feelings in her pelvis. She reached for more Vaseline and plunged her finger all the way into her ass. It felt huge and she pulled it out. She put it back in and it felt smaller. He opening was relaxing. She started working her finger all the way out and all the way back in. At the same time she hunched her cunt against his hand. Tension was building in her womb again. "Tell me how much you want to serve me," Brad spoke in a low voice. Sally concentrated to speak as she worked her finger in and out of her own ass. "I want to be open to you, Master. I want you to have every pleasure that is your desire. Unh! I want to be able to take your cock up my ass. I want to feel your cum spurt in my ass. Unh!" Sally felt her own excitement increase as she said these words. She had been turned on by fantasizing about being fucked in the ass, but she kept it a fantasy. It couldn't really feel as good as the porn stories made it sound. Those were men's fantasies, she thought. "I want to be able to fuck you with my ass just like my cunt," she hissed. "I want to be used by you." Now she was working her finger in and out of her ass like a piston. "That's it, slave. Fuck your ass for me. Show me how much you want it. You want my cock in there." Sally could feel her heat building again. Brad's hand on her clit felt good, but the heat was also coming from her ass too. It was a slow spreading warmth, not the electricity of his strokes on her cunt. But it was turning her on. "Oh, it feels good, Master. My ass feels good! I want to fuck you. Fuck my ass, Master. Put your cock in my ass!" It felt hot to say that. She wasn't sure she was ready, but it felt very nasty and horny to say it. "Get up on your knees, slave," Brad ordered her. Without comment she turned over and raised her ass in the air. She could feel herself start to tense up, waiting to feel his cock at her anal opening. She started to feel fear filling her belly. What if it really hurt? Could she stop him? "Rub your cunt, slave," he told her. She reached up with her ungreased hand and began to caress her clit and lips. It felt good despite her worry. Just concentrate on that, she told herself. She felt Brad reach over for the Vaseline jar. Here it comes, she thought. She felt her ass clench in alarm. Then she felt Brad's finger at her opening. With gentle insistence, he worked a greasy finger in and out of her hole. It felt different because this time it was out of her control. But she could feel herself start to relax. Then she felt his cock bump against her cunt lips. She thought he was missing his aim. But then his cock was spearing her pussy! She could feel his finger still in her ass, but up against it was his cock, separated by two thicknesses of skin. Brad began to pump in and out of her cunt, while his finger massaged her ass from inside. Sally kept rubbing her clit slowly while getting used to the feeling. As Brad fucked her, she tried imagining that it was his cock in her ass instead of his finger. The longer she tried, the more she could almost forget which hole he was in. She began to get more and more excited by the fantasy that this was it, her Master was using her ass and she was the slave girl who existed only to be used by him. She began rubbing her clit more furiously. She could feel Brad's thighs slapping against her ass as he fucked her more and more energetically. The new warm sensation from the prolonged anal stimulation was spreading slowly through her whole pelvis. It was like her orgasm was building over a larger area, not just in her cunt. She started rocking back, trying to grind her ass against Brad's finger, trying to get it farther into her. "Fuck my ass, please, fuck my ass with your finger. I want to come with you fucking my ass!" she growled. Brad began working his finger in and out of her asshole in rhythm with his reaming of her pussy with his cock. "Oh, that's it. You're fucking my ass. I'm fucking you with my ass. Oh, please come in me, Master. I want your cum in me!" Hearing herself say that was a great turn-on. She felt herself start to come almost immediately. "Oh! Oh! Unh! Oh, God! Oh God!" As her cunt spasmed, she could feel her ass clench around Brad's finger and that sent her over the next crest with another orgasm. It was like a continuous orgasm, like a stone skipping over a pond, each touch another peak. She felt it all over her belly and pelvis, like the finger in her ass was tickling her stomach. Brad still pumped his cock into her. He was looking at his finger go in and out of her ass which he loved so much, and it was blowing his mind. He stared at the sight and it turned him on to the max. As he felt her as muscles clench his finger in orgasm, it put him over the top. "Oh! Baby. Ow! Ow!" He felt like his nuts were being squeezed in a vise, his orgasm was so strong. He slammed himself against her soft ass and held his cock deep into her cunt as cum spurted time after time. He slipped his finger out of Sally's ass, and leaned over her back and hugged her to him.. She collapsed beneath him and he lay on top of her on the bed, his cock still deep in her pussy. "Oh, slave, you have served your Master well," he gasped to her. "Thank you, Master," she said, turning beneath him to hug him front to front. "I want you to use me for your pleasure. Thank you for showing me how I can serve you better." She kissed him and he kissed her back hard. "Oh, I think this is only the beginning, slave. Only the beginning," he promised. End of Interlude # 5 -- If you enjoyed this work, take a moment to email the author. Your comments are their only payment. 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