Message-ID: <22941asstr$951275406@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: rosered000@hotmail.com Lines: 569 X-Original-Message-ID: <88uqbj$fd9$1@nnrp1.deja.com> References: <22868asstr$950922606@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Reply-To: rosered000@hotmail.com X-Article-Creation-Date: Tue Feb 22 20:08:23 2000 GMT Subject: {ASSM} {ASSM, ASS}NEW: What She Wants (Mf/oral/teen) by Rose Red Date: Tue, 22 Feb 2000 22:10:06 -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: Vulpine, english, newsman, gill-bates, IceAltar What She Wants (C)2000 by Rose Red (This is one story in a string of stories involving one young woman in particular. Each story can stand alone and it is not necessary to read them in order to understand what's going on. I think in time Rosemary's character, purposes and desires will be made very clear. Enjoy) Warning: This story is not intended for children. You must be of the legal age in your state to read this. If anyone wishes to re-post this story, you have my permission as long as you give me the credit. Thank you. — Rose Red *** The last seat available at the coffee house happened to be outside, a table for two. "Perfect," thought Rosemary when she slipped quietly to the patio. She wanted to smoke anyway. Even though the weather was breezy with a nasty drizzle, the kind of day that called for a dark room and soft bed perfect for sleeping, she didn't want to go home. Rosemary overlooked the older man watching her from the newsstand. He interrupted her when she began rummaging through her backpack for her smokes. "This seat taken?" He asked. "Um, no, I guess." Rosemary shrugged, looking back into her backpack. She pulled the last cigarette from the pack, lighting it with a scratched up Bic lighter. Rosemary checked out the man after her first drag on the cigarette. She exhaled a plume of dirty gray smoke out of the side of her mouth while studying the stranger. Nice looking, in an older way. He might have been twenty-eight or he could have been thirty-eight, it was hard to tell. His blonde hair didn't have any trace of gray. Rosemary looked away alternating between sips of her cooling latte and a drag on the quickly fading cigarette. She felt his eyes on her. It felt good, a man checking her out. It had a way of bringing out the tease in her. Especially this man, being a little older than the guys she hung out with. She blinked slowly and slid her eyes back to his. She took a last drag from the cigarette, inhaling slowly as she watched him. Their eyes held. Curls of smoke drifted from her open lips. "What's your name?" Rosemary asked, grinding out her cigarette in the ashtray. "Joseph." He smiled, extending a hand over her backpack. Rosemary took his hand and briefly shook it before pulling back. "Mine's Rosemary." He pulled a cigarette from his full pack offering her one.. "Thanks. This day's been a bitch." Rosemary took the cigarette and let Joseph light it for her. "Fucking teachers. Fucking algebra. Like I'll use it one day." Rosemary rolled her eyes and sat back in her chair, inhaling deeply. Her tits heaved against her baby pink t- shirt. She noticed his eyes on her tits and smiled secretly when she felt her nipples tingle and tighten. She loved the attention. She arched her back a little more, thrusting her tits out farther and felt the hem of her short shirt slide up her belly a little. His eyes drifted a little lower. She rubbed her hand over the tanned skin that now showed above her naval. Joseph nodded and smiled. "Know what you mean. I wasn't fired up about that shit either. Good thing, though, when you get outta there you can pick what you really want to do." "What do you do?" She ran her little finger over her bottom lip. "I'm a photographer. Mainly I work for different magazines, some catalog work. In my spare time I shoot wildlife at the river. Those sell pretty well." Rosemary nodded, she could almost see where this was going. "So you do people? Cool. Like artsy shit?" He grinned cooly and took his time answering her question. "All kinds of shit. Let's just say I really enjoy my job sometimes." He placed a photography magazine on the table between them, thumbing through some pages before coming to a photo he wanted to show her. "See? I did that one. You would look good in that kind of shot. I wouldn't use yellow on you, though. Red is what you need." Rosemary leaned forward and looked at the nude model covered in yellow paint. The woman in the picture didn't have any hair between her legs. "Wow. That's good." Rosemary uncrossed her legs, shifting her weight in her seat. The sight of the busty woman with a shaved twat gave her a twinge in her cunt. She wondered if her nipples were sticking out even more than the woman in the picture. "Looks a little uncomfortable, though. Doesn't the paint get all dried and shit?" "Not that kind of paint." "Oh." "Have you ever modeled, Rosemary?" He pushed the magazine closer to her, not taking his blue gaze from hers. She shook her head, a smirk on her pink-glossed lips. "No, never have." Joseph closed the magazine and handed her a business card. "You should think about it. I know you must think I'm coming on to you like some kind of perv. You have a fine body. Your face is naturally pretty. I think you could do things, go places, and get paid." He watched her read over the business card before stuffing it in one of the backpack pockets. "I pay $40.00 per roll. Just lay back, relax, let me take care of you and shoot away. Before you know it, ten rolls have been taken and you get paid on the spot. I know that sounds good to a girl still in school. You need cash, don't you Rosemary?" She nodded, eyebrows raised. Her painted nails clicked together as she considered his words. "I'll think about it, Joseph." Rosemary's eyes drifted over his shoulder. Immediately her mood changed, her demeanor stiffened. "Rosie, honey, I thought you were going to be home right after school? I was worried about you." "Bullshit," thought Rosemary. Rosemary's mother bounced down the sidewalk in their direction. She seemed oblivious to the rain. Her mother was a gorgeous woman, petite with dark brown hair. Her eyes were so much like Rosemary's, except where Rosemary had a generous expression and soft eyes, her mother's had hardened and stagnated over the years. Her mother had seen her share of hard times and never hesitated to remind Rosemary about how hard it has been for her, raising two children on a secretary's salary. Their father was long gone, a drifter of some kind. Her mother plucked the cigarette away from Rosemary. Her full lips were painted dark red today and sucked hard on the business end of Rosemary's cigarette. "You're too young to smoke, young lady." Rosemary cast her eyes downward, gathering her backpack and math book. "And who is this?" Rosemary's mother turned to Joseph. She played with the dainty chain at her neck and smiled prettily at Joseph. "I'm Caroline, Rosemary's mother. And you are?" Rosemary noticed the spark in Joseph's eyes. Her mother did that to all the men she met. It must be a scent she gave off or something. They all came sniffing around her like she was a bitch in heat. Even Rosemary's boyfriends couldn't take their eyes off of the charming Caroline Randolph and her cute little ass. "Joseph. Joseph Muller. I'm . . . ah . . . a teacher at Rosemary's school." Caroline leaned over and took Joseph's hand. "It's a pleasure, Joseph. I hope to be seeing more of you around Rosemary's school." She held his hand longer than necessary, Rosemary thought, before giving him a look Rosemary knew all too well. Besides, her mother had never stepped foot in her high school, no matter what the reason. "Yes ma'am, I'm sure you will." Joseph smiled. "Well, if you don't mind, Rosemary has some chores to take care of at home. Goodbye, Joseph." Caroline winked before guiding her daughter from the sidewalk. Rosemary shifted the backpack to her shoulder, looking back at Joseph and caught his smile at her. She smiled back, a sexy pout on her sweet pink lips. Back in Caroline's car Rosemary sulked, ready for the lecture. "He's too old for you, Rosemary. You can't imagine what a man that age could be like. He could've been a rapist or molester of some kind. Maybe that's what you need. I saw the way you flaunted yourself in front of him, I was watching. One day, Rosemary, one day something bad is going to happen." Her mother continued her lecture. Rosemary turned her head and watched the rain drip down the car's window. === A few days passed, unremarkable, except Rosemary couldn't get the concept of all that money out of her head. What she could do with that kind of money boggled her mind. Soon she could move out, get away from her mother. She could buy new clothes, a car, but most of all, she could buy her freedom. She listened to the third ring and recognized his breathless voice as he cut off the fourth ring. "'Lo?" "Joseph?" Rosemary asked, in her innocent, little girl voice. "Speaking." "It's Rosemary, you know, from the other day at the coffee shop? I was wondering, could you maybe like use me for some of your pictures? I remember you said that--" Joseph cut her off. "Of course, yes ma'am. Let me get my appointment book and we'll see what we can do." Rosemary thought he was talking a little strangely, like someone else was in the room. A few seconds of silence passed as he looked for his book and in those few seconds Rosemary could have sworn she heard a woman giggle. "Alright. How does 4:00 p.m. on Friday look for you?" Joseph asked, again in his professional voice. "Uh, fine. I'll be there. 22nd and Fairmont. I know the place. Anything special I should do or anything?" Rosemary asked. "No ma'am. I'll see you then. Goodbye." Joseph hung up leaving Rosemary feeling a little odd. "Maybe he forgot what he said to me or something." Rosemary shrugged. "Who the hell cares. The money is all I want." === Rosemary stepped into Joseph's studio. The weed she smoked a half hour earlier helped calm the jitters in her stomach. The room was large and lit with all kinds of lights. In the center stood a big bed draped with white satin. Feathers, glasses, clothing and props of all kind littered the room. Joseph was busy with his cameras, too busy to notice she had taken a sip of wine from his glass. "Hey, I saw that. I'll get you your own glass." He looked up at her , grinning. "Cool." Rosemary continued to check out the room, picking up fabric here, a pillow there, turning it over and examining it without really seeing it. "Here you go." Joseph reached over her shoulder from behind and waved the glass of white wine in front of her. "Thanks." She took the glass and gulped down a generous portion. "So, like, what do I do now? Are you going to direct me or something?" She looked over her shoulder at him, coyly playing with a blond tendril of her long hair, curving her full pink lips in a smile. "Yeah, just give me a second. Why don't you sit over there on the bed, make yourself comfortable. You can untie the robe, just don't take it off." Joseph smiled before turning back to his equipment. Rosemary climbed on to the soft bed, leaning back on some pillows and sipping her wine. The marijuana and wine were definitely relaxing her. "How old are you, Rosemary?" "Almost eighteen." "You look much older, more mature than girls your age." Joseph offered. Rosemary smiled. She would turn seventeen in two months. Joseph took a few preliminary flashes, monitoring the lighting. Satisfied all was working properly, he turned his attention to Rosemary. "Alright, pretty lady, just relax." Rosemary couldn't have relaxed more. She slid deeper into the white satin sheets, her white robe blending with the cool fabric. She turned and looked at Joseph, a practiced look of sultry innocence shot from her brown eyes as she looked at him from beneath her lashes. "Okay, hon . . . that's good. Touch yourself. Nothing fast, just a soft touch to your skin. That's it." She bit her lip and trailed her fingers down the neckline of her robe. Her fingers disappeared beneath the terrycloth, stroking up and down between her breasts. The click of the camera didn't seem to matter, all she heard was the cash register ringing up her paycheck. She wanted him to take all the pictures he wanted. She planned on making the afternoon last. "Baby, that's good. Real good. What are you touching? Can you show me?" Rosemary slowly loosened the tie with her hand. The neckline had loosened as well and now revealed more tanned skin and curves. She bit her fingernail, looking down at her tits which were still covered. "You want to see what's underneath?" "Oh yeah. Show me, baby. Only if you want to. Do you want to? You are so beautiful." Rosemary was getting off on this tease. "You want to see my tits, don't you?" "I bet those tits are the best tits I've ever seen. I can tell. You are so hot, Rosemary." Rosemary pulled open the robe, revealing her larger than average tits. She pinched her nipples, already stiff with excitement. Each pinch tightened and hardened the nipples further until they stood nearly an inch from the deep pink-red areola. She massaged the warm globes, pushing them together and arching her back, lifting her tingling flesh to the ceiling. She threw her head back and moaned a little, tossing her head back and forth on the satin pillows. The camera clicked away, faster and faster. "Oh, man....that is so fuckin' beautiful." Rosemary loved the encouragement. It wasn't long before she had pulled the robe completely open revealing her toned body. Both hands drifted between her legs. One touch and she moaned, thrusting her slim hips up. She rolled over on her belly and gave Joseph a nice shot of her smooth, round ass peeking above the satin covers. She threw the robe to the floor, now completely naked on the satin bed. Juice dripped from her cunt, wetting the sheets in spots. She didn't care, she was on fire, getting off on this more than she ever thought possible. She pulled up to her knees, offering her tits to Joseph, legs spread. Her hair was messy and tumbled now, falling over her shoulders, barely concealing an angry nipple. She wanted Joseph to fuck her and the more he stayed away and took pictures, the angrier and more wanton she would become. She got like this sometimes, when a boyfriend wouldn't satisfy her right away. She could be cruel, too, pulling back just when she thought they would come. She enjoyed the power. "Fuckin' hot." Joseph breathed. "Come here, Joseph, and fuck me. Any way you want. Like this even." Rosemary bent over, giving him a view of her backside. Her asshole was tiny and pink, but nearly invisible compared to the wet trickle of juice coming from the hot spot between her legs. She stretched across the bed, reaching between her legs to pull her pussy lips apart with two fingers. "Fuck this, Joseph. I know you want it." Joseph groaned. "Keep it up, baby. Just keep it up." Rosemary turned around and sat at the edge of the bed. She peeked at him through a curtain of mussed hair. She pushed her breasts up as high as she could and tongued her hard nipple. She smiled when Joseph groaned. Slowly she opened her legs, her little pink tongue still savagely darting out to each long nipple. The blond hair between her legs was sparse, allowing a better view of her engorged clit and swollen pussy lips. Aware by now that Joseph wasn't going to come on to her for some reason, she took matters into her own hands. Rosemary reached between her legs and began rubbing her clit furiously with her fingers. Within seconds her fingers were drenched with her own juice, her long middle finger sliding in and out of her cunt. She fucked herself with her fingers, bouncing, groaning and rubbing until she masturbated herself to orgasm, juice pulsating from her cunt. "Oh-oh-oh-oh-yes. Oh fucking yes." Her hips were still undulating and thrusting as the last waves of orgasm squeezed from her. Her head was completely thrown back against the mattress, her tits jutted toward the ceiling, nipples painfully erect and red. Her legs still spread, she allowed the camera to capture the moment, uncaring and spent. She could have dozed off for a second, she was so exhausted and relaxed. When she looked up Joseph was stepping from the bathroom, a smile on his face. "Hot, Rosemary, so fucking hot. I shot seven rolls. Seven fucking, unbelievable rolls." He pulled a cash box from a desk and began to count out twenties. She gathered the robe around her body, still feeling the aftereffects of the powerful orgasm. "Fuckin' A, Joseph. That was fun." He handed her $280.00 and kissed her on the lips quickly. "How about the same time next week?" "I'll be here." Rosemary stepped away from the bed and dragged a finger across his lips. "Yeah, count on it." She slipped her sun dress over her head, slipped into her sandals and stuffed her panties into her backpack. On second thought, she pulled the panties from her backpack and tossed them to Joseph. "See ya next week." *** Three days had passed since the afternoon with Joseph. She still got excited when she thought of that afternoon. Shame wasn't an emotion Rosemary cared much about. Hunger and obsession were more her way of life. She had settled in front of the television with a soda, her homework complete, and played with the remote. No one was home and she wasn't expecting her sister or mother to be home for a few hours. Too bad Jesse was at football practice. She could always look for her mother's vibrator. She sighed and snuggled into the sofa, catching the end of a movie on cable. She frowned when she heard the doorbell, ready to tell whatever salesman it was this time to get a real job. Her scowl turned to a smile when she saw Joseph on the threshold. "Hey Rosemary." "Joseph, come on in." Rosemary stepped back to let Joseph pass noticing how nice he looked in black jeans and a black turtleneck. "Come by to see me?" Joseph turned around, letting his eyes wander from Rosemary's bare feet, up the long tanned legs to the cut-offs and midriff baring shirt before settling on her eyes. "Ah, actually, I've come by to see your mother. We're going out tonight." Rosemary shut the door and stepped past Joseph. She threw herself back on the couch with a disgusted "Oh." "Not that I'm not happy to see you, I'm very happy to see you, Rosemary." Joseph smiled, leaning over to kiss her softly on the cheek. "Hmm, yeah." Rosemary shifted her gaze to Joseph for a second. "Did you fuck her yet?" Joseph laughed. "You think I would tell you?" "You don't have to answer that, I already know. Believe me, there has been enough action around this house for me to know better. She probably couldn't wait." "Are you jealous?" "Hell no. Why would I be jealous of my mother? More like she's jealous of me. I see the way she comes on to my boyfriends." "Boyfriends? As in plural?" Joseph laughed. "Lucky boys." "Yeah well, they're not all boys. Jesse is my favorite. He's like really big and he loves it when I suck on his huge dick." Rosemary watched Joseph's reaction. Joseph looked down at her. "I guess so." He cleared his throat and sat on the edge of the sofa near her feet. "I mean, that's every man's dream come true, to have a beautiful woman do that to him." Rosemary smiled. "I let him slap my ass when he fucks me from behind. Once, I even . . . " Joseph stretched over her, running a hand up and down her bare leg. She placed her other leg in his lap, slowly drawing him closer. She bit her bottom lip and looked up at him. "What did you do to that boy, Rosemary?" Joseph asked as he pulled away only slightly. One of his hands had slipped under her short t-shirt and was now fondling her breast, cupping the overflowing heat, his thumb tickling her nipple. "I let him fuck my ass." Rosemary wiggled underneath Joseph until she managed to pull her shirt up over her head, giving him full access to her jiggling breasts. "He was so good. His dick is so long, so thick, the biggest I've ever seen. I love it when he slams it into me again and again and again." Rosemary pulled Joseph's hair, mashing his face into her tits. "He's a boy. Wait till you get a man." Joseph breathed between her breasts, his hand already unbuttoning the snap on her denim shorts. "You know what he's really good at?" Rosemary pushed Joseph's mouth back to her nipple. "He's good at sucking. He loves to suck my tits. He loves to suck and lick my pussy. He loves it when I come all over his face." Joseph groaned. "I bet you're good at sucking. With those lips, shit..." Joseph trailed off before sucking her nipple deep inside his mouth. Rosemary thrust her tits even farther into his face, gyrating her hips now. "I like to suck his dick when we go to his parents house. They are in their room watching television or something. Jesse and I are in the den watching television. I go down on him right there. He gets a little nervous but I get him going. One time I pulled back and let him come all over my chest and neck. I wanted his Dad to catch us, then I would have fucked him too to make him happy. Then I would have gone back the next day and fucked his Dad again and again. His Dad is so fine." Joseph groaned. Rosemary pushed him back, wriggling free of her shorts. She lay back on the couch, spreading her legs for him to see her wet pussy. She placed a hand on top of his head and gently pushed him down. He didn't need much encouragement. Joseph began tongueing Rosemary's pussy, slowly at first, letting his tongue get a good taste of her. He looked up and watched her reaction. She pushed her hips closer to him, opening even wider. He flicked his tongue faster over her juicy clit. Faster and faster until Rosemary began rubbing her hips against his mouth. His mouth closed in on her cunt and began sucking, kneading and licking with urgent grunts. Rosemary cried out as he continued to fuck her with his mouth. He didn't stop until she used his hair to pull him back. "Fuck, Joseph. Take off your pants. I'm going to give you something you'll never forget." Joseph stood and stripped from his jeans, tossing them to the floor. He stripped his briefs and threw them to the side and stood before Rosemary. His dick was too big to fit all the way into Rosemary's mouth, too big to fit down part of her throat. "Fuck Joseph. You're hung like a horse." Joseph chuckled as Rosemary pushed him to the sofa, smothering his dick with her hot little mouth. Her lips moved up and down the veiny shaft, licking and nibbling as she played. One of her hands rhythmically stroked his meat as she sucked on his juicy head. "Damn Rosemary. Fuck. Eat me, bitch. Eat me." Rosemary groaned and grew more frantic. He reached across and slapped her ass as she went down on him, his cock throbbing with each slap. "Shit, I'm going to come. Get ready, it's coming." Joseph groaned loudly as Rosemary clamped down on his throbbing dick. She sucked furiously, spreading her legs as her own desire started to mount. She moaned her pleasure as his hot jism shot down her throat. She continued to punish his meat with ferocious sucks, stopping briefly to swallow his load. Rosemary slipped his meat from her mouth watching it bounce once against his thigh. It was still a little hard but she knew he needed a little time. She looked up at him, wiping some of his semen from the side of her mouth and cheek, and smiled. He smiled back. "Damn, girl. Damn." "I ain't done yet. Neither are you." Rosemary said as she dug through her purse. With a triumphant smile she held up a condom. With practice, she opened the package, only to play with it until Joseph had time to recuperate. She felt ready to go but wanted to tease him into rock hardness. She straddled his hips, shoving her tits in his face. She bounced up and down on the sofa, laughing as he tried to capture one of her nipples with his teeth. Instead his tongue would pass over a nipple as her big tits bounced in front of his face. She played with her tits. "Do you like my tits, Joe?" She wiggled them with her hands, burying his nose in her deep cleavage. "Oh yeah." "Show me how much." Rosemary said in a pouty, baby-talk voice. He snapped at a nipple with his teeth capturing one. Rosemary froze. It hurt but not too much. Just enough to make her slide her hips against his belly. His cock was hard. Rosemary eased her nipple from his teeth, kissing him as she leaned back on his legs and rolled the condom over his cock. "Joe, honey. This is almost too small." Rosemary giggled. "That's what I like to hear." Joseph grabbed her slim hips and positioned her over his dick. With one hand he rubbed the ribbed end of his cock against her pussy lips. Her clit was already swollen and protruding slightly from between her wet lips. He tickled her fat clit with the tip of the rubber, just enough to make her shiver. "Stop messing around." She laughed as she impaled herself on his pole. Up and down Rosemary bounced, faster and faster with each stroke. Sweat began to trickle between her bouncing breasts. Wet splatter sounds could be heard above there moans and dirty talk. "You like to fuck me, don't you Rosemary? Do you like my dick?" Joseph growled. "Don't stop. No, don't stop fucking me. Deeper. Oh! Oh! Oh! With each stroke Rosemary's shudders and cries grew louder until both of them exploded in a burst of raw cries. After catching her breath, Rosemary pulled away from Joseph. "You better hurry and get dressed. Mom should be home any minute." She laughed, grabbing up her clothes, leaving Joseph to scramble to get dressed and dispose of the used condom. She wondered if Caroline would smell another woman on her new boyfriend. Rosemary kissed Joseph hard on the mouth before opening the door for her mother. "I'll see you Friday." She whispered before her mother crossed the threshold. Rosemary smiled at her mother, an exaggerated grin that immediately made her mother suspicious. "Y'all have fun. I'm going to Jessica's to work on our science project." She waved at her mother and Joseph and jogged down the sidewalk. 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