Message-ID: <23118asstr$952463429@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: michaeld38@aol.communism (MichaelD38) Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=utf-8 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-Original-Message-ID: <20000307141312.00643.00000199@nso-ch.aol.com> Subject: {ASSM} Jessica {MichaelD}(MF, bdsm, rough) Lines: 238 Date: Tue, 7 Mar 2000 16:10:29 -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, dennyw IMPORTANT LEGAL INFORMATION If you have received this work in your e-mail box and do not know why, it is because your Internet service provider is forwarding posts from Usenet newsgroups to your account. It has *NOT* been e-mailed to you by the author. You must contact your ISP for help. This story is a work of fiction. 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It was based in part on a real person, but that's all I'm going to say. It is notable for being my very first attempt to write from a feminine perspective. JESSICA Copyright 1992, 2000 by MichaelD38@aol.com Ever since I was thirteen or so I've had fantasies of having men dominate and use me. I never mentioned it to anyone because for a long time I thought I was abnormal. I was always reading those stupid gothic romances where the heroine gets swept away by some dashing young man, but they usually left me unsatisfied. I kept wishing that the villain would capture the heroine, or when he did, that he would force her to do things I could barely allow myself to imagine. I lost my virginity at sixteen, and it was one of the most disappointing experiences of my life. The guy I slept with kept stopping and asking if he was hurting me, and acted so worried that I felt like he was afraid of me. By this time, I had learned enough to realize that my secret fantasies were not so extreme and unusual, but I still didn't dare share them with anyone. I slept with a few more boys in high school, but couldn't bring myself to ask them for what I wanted. When I graduated, I enrolled in a fashion design school near downtown. I met a few guys there who were more willing to be rough with me than the boys in my high school, but I was still unfulfilled. This college was right near UCLA, and the students at both schools sometimes mixed at parties. One night at this fraternity, I met a tall, blond-haired guy I'll call "Dave." He was cute, but kind of skinny. I started sleeping with him about a week after we met. I finally found someone I was comfortable enough with to voice my secret desires, and he turned out to be quite willing, at least at first. We played around with blindfolds, whipped cream and light bondage, but it only made me wish for more. When I started asking him to hit me during sex, he got really turned off and finally broke up with me. At Dave's fraternity was another guy I had also met who was a good friend of Dave's. I'll call him "Brad," and he was older, about twenty- three, and very cute. He was a rich kid and drove a black BMW convertible. He had that sort of asshole/bad-boy attitude, the kind that pisses off some girls, but drives the rest absolutely crazy. The license plate on his car even said "BDATI2D." He was a flirt, but also, I found out later, engaged to another student at their school. I also found out later that Dave had told Brad practically everything that we had done, and that Brad had actually suggested some things for Dave to do to me. I found all this out about a week and a half after I broke up with Dave. One night Brad simply appeared at my door. He was wearing a leather jacket, I remember, and was acting very James Dean-ish, blowing cigarette smoke around him. He told me that he had heard that Dave and I had broken up, and wanted to know how I was doing. I let him in, and talked with him because, like I said, he was very cute and I had been attracted to him for a while, even when I was dating Dave. I realized that Brad was actually coming on to me, and I asked him what about his fianc (C)e - . He just said, "what she doesn't know, won't hurt her." That, for some reason, really turned me on, and I started making out with him in my bedroom. We were getting pretty hot and heavy, and I realized that we were about to start doing it, but then all of a sudden he stops and goes, "let me tie you up." Just like that. No preliminaries. Just, "let me tie you up." Well, part of me was shocked at how bold he was being, but the rest of me just loved it. I let him strip me naked, blindfold me, and tie me to my bed. He licked and bit me all over my body for like fifteen minutes. When he got down and began eating me, he ran his hands up my body and started pinching my nipples, not too hard, but hard enough to hurt. I lost it in an instant. I mean, I came after like ten seconds of this. He kept me tied up the whole time, and he just used me in every way he could think of. That's really the only way to describe it. I never asked him anything, he just did what he wanted to me. Even when he was sitting over my face and thrusting his cock into my mouth until I gagged, I didn't try to stop him. Toward the end, when he was fucking me, he was doing it very roughly, slamming into me. When I started to moan and cry out, he began hitting me, slapping my face, my breasts, or just my nipples with the very tips of his fingers. I had come several times before, but at the end, I just went crazy. I mean, I had an orgasm the size of Mt. Rushmore. Just before he was about to come, he pulled out and climbed up on my chest and began fucking my mouth. He held my head and came right into me. I had never let a guy come in my mouth before, but suddenly I was sucking it right up and trying to swallow it, even though his cock was halfway down my throat. And then, when it was all over, he untied me, cleaned himself off and just left. Just walked right out on me. I couldn't believe it, but part of me actually loved it, in a sick sort of way. I was a complete mess the rest of the night and the next day. I couldn't figure out why I had let him do everything that he had, and why I had enjoyed it so much. I felt raped, but I discovered that thinking of it like that actually turned me on. He didn't call me, but he did show up again two night later. I almost threw him out, but as soon as I saw the glint in his eye, I lost all control. He did me again like he had the first night, only twice this time. He left me at the end just like before, with hardly a word of acknowledgement. By now I was full-blown messed-up. I could not think straight when he wasn't around. All I could think of was submitting to every sick thing he wanted me to do. After the third night, just before he left, he told me to shave my pubic hair before the next time, and I did it without even thinking about it. During my few moments of lucidity I hated myself for what was going on, but most of the time I loved it for exactly the same reasons: that he knew my every sick desire without my ever telling him, that he was cheating on his fianc (C)e - , that he was using me like his personal sex slave, and treating me like a dog the rest of the time, that it was all just so *dirty,* just drove me crazy for him. Once he actually called me up and told me to meet him somewhere in the middle of the afternoon and give him a blow job. Probably the worst thing he ever did was to show up one night at like one A.M. He woke me up and as soon as I opened the door, he said, "I just fucked Kim (his fianc (C) - ), and I want you to lick her juices off me." He grabbed me and pushed me to the floor in front of my couch. He sat down in front of me and opened his jeans. When he had cock out, he grabbed my head and pulled me down onto him. I sucked him just like he wanted, but I was shocked to discover that I could actually taste his fianc (C)e - on him. That realization for some reason just turned my cunt into a fireball. I was sucking on him furiously, forcing his cock as far into my mouth as I could get it. After a few minutes, he jerked my head up and jumped off the couch. He went around behind me and shoved my head into the cushions. I felt him yanking down my panties, and then a second later, his cock stabbed into me. I came in an instant, biting at the couch in agony. He thrust at me so hard that the back of the couch was thumping against the wall. When he finally came, it set me off into an even bigger orgasm. Then he pulled out, walked into the bathroom to clean himself off, and then just walked out the door. I stayed there on the floor, crying, with his come dribbling out of me, for at least an hour. After one of these nights, he just asked me, "you into girls at all?" and I had to admit that I was bi-sexual, at least in my fantasies. He told me to get one of my friends the next time, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. That was what finally knocked me out of my haze, and I realized that he was going to destroy me if I didn't get away from him somehow. I was just too obsessed with what he could make me feel. I called him up and told him I couldn't see him anymore. He was really calm about it, almost cavalier, but didn't act like he believed a word I was saying. An hour later, he showed up at my door. I tried to stop him, but he forced his way in and raped me. That's the only thing to call it, I guess, even though toward the end I was getting into it and I had a couple of orgasms. I never saw him after that. I heard he got married a few months later. I had actually met his fianc (C)e at one of their fraternity parties while I was still going out with Dave. She was really beautiful, with long blonde hair, a real society girl. Since then I still find myself fantasizing about Brad, and what he would do to me. I know I can't ever let myself fall back into that frame of mind, with Brad or anyone, but I can't drive it out of my mind completely. I fantasize about meeting Brad and his wife and having them tie me up and use me like Brad used to. His wife sits on my face and makes me lick her while Brad fucks me and pinches and slaps my breasts. They make me lick both of them all over and then Brad's wife puts on a dildo and fucks me in the ass while I suck Brad. His wife has a riding crop and whips my butt to make me suck faster. Then they switch and Brad fucks my ass while I lick his wife's blonde pussy. We all come together, and then the two of them kick me out on the street and make me walk home in the dark. Since I stopped seeing Brad, I haven't been that way with anyone. I've had straight sex with a few men, normal and boring. I almost never come, but I know at least I won't loose control over myself with them. Sometimes I fantasize about Brad while I'm doing it with other men, but I don't let myself come that way. I guess I'm missing out on a lot, but I never want to be so obsessed with anyone again. Michael ~Story Archives~ www.storiesonline.net www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/BitBard/www/forray/michaeld/ www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Richard_Bissell/www -- 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: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+