Message-ID: <23162asstr$952899027@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <20000312092501.31309.qmail@hotmail.com> From: "aceinthe hole" Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; format=flowed Subject: {ASSM} Screwed, by Ace Lines: 384 Date: Sun, 12 Mar 2000 17:10:28 -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: dennyw, newsman Screwed, by Ace thanks to Dr. spin for his useful editorial criticism! I was pretty sure that my stepfather, Frank, was screwing me. My mother had got us into a start-up venture together some years ago, before her death. A local Internet service provider for our town. Frank put up most of the starting capital, and did the billing and bookkeeping, while I housed the machinery at my home, and did the technical work. All of the income was reinvested in the business, and I had a 'real' job to pay my bills. We had to borrow heavily at one stage to keep up with the demand for more capacity, but by the time of the story that I will now tell, there should have been profits. Lots of profits. I did the engineering! I knew how many subscribers we had, and I knew what was being spent on equipment, more or less. But Frank wasn't giving me access to the books. As it had started as a family venture, and no one had really expected it to go anywhere serious, I didn't have a proper contract. Frank is a lawyer and accountant, and I was starting to feel,.. well,.. screwed. I wouldn't have felt so strongly about it, if it weren't for Naomi. Naomi... just thinking of her fills me with happiness, even after five years of marriage. We met in Greece. We were both on our vacations. It was Naomi's first time away from Japan, and mine from the states. She was... she still is, very beautiful. Thick black hair to her hips, five foot three, slim. I don't know how I managed to win her, but she was the best thing to ever happen to me. The sex was electrical, amazing. She loved my 'Big American cock', and it loved her right back! She came from a rich patriarchal family, and her father kept good his promise to cut her off were she to marry me, a foreign wage earner. I wanted to be well off, more for her than for myself. She never liked Frank much, but when I told her of my suspicions, her lovely face was contorted with hate. 'We should kill the motherfucker' was her comment when it was clear that there was no legal way to get what was ours. 'I don't think that would be useful, my love. What we need is the records, and the bank statements.' 'Can't you just hack into his computer and get them out?' 'He's not that stupid. He knows my abilities. He keeps a separate machine for those things, with no outside line connected.' 'There must be a way.' 'I have to get to his machine. If I can connect to it, I can down load everything.' Her narrow eyes narrowed. 'How long would you need?' 'Well, I pretty much know where everything is in his place. I guess a half hour would be plenty of time.' 'We could break in.' 'There's a pretty good security system up there, with an automatic dialling system. I'd prefer not to muck with it.' 'We could get in on some excuse... a pretext... then you could get at his computer.' 'He'd never let me in there alone for long knowingly. If he knew I was even in the house, he'd keep track of what I was up to.' 'Then we have to get you in without him knowing.' We kicked some ideas around for an hour or two. Here's what we came up with; Naomi would make an appointment to see Frank, to overtly ask him to release some company funds to us for our domestic needs. She would distract him, let me in, and I would copy Frank's hard drive and look through his papers while she kept him talking. It wasn't much of a plan, I admit, but it was flexible enough that it might work. 'How will I keep him talking for a half hour? He could dismiss my request within minutes.' 'Don't get to the point to fast... flirt a little. Then he'll be in no hurry to get rid of you.' 'Flirt? I hate him! I can't I flirt with him.' 'He's an American! He'll be no match for you and your inscrutable oriental ways.' Naomi laughed, and said; 'I've been here too long already, I don't know if I remember how to be inscrutable!' 'Just work on it for a few days, and try to imagine that you think Frank is an O.K. guy...' Naomi looked amazing, as usual, as she rang Frank's bell. She wore a simple cotton summer dress that showed her figure off nicely. High heels gave her that bit of extra height, and her dazzling jet-black hair was down, gleaming in the fading evening sunlight. 'Hi, Naomi' I heard him say as he opened the door. 'Come on in, would you like some coffee?' the door closed behind them. I crept around to the balcony and waited. After about five or ten minutes, Naomi opened the doors and stepped outside. Frank followed, holding a tray with the coffee. 'Lets sit inside,' said Naomi, 'it's a little chilly out here.' she followed Frank back in, leaving the doors open for me. I knew my way well. Frank had set up his office in my old bedroom. The sticky part would be getting to the office door through the living room, where Frank and Naomi would be seated. I'd been up to the old house from time to time, and had worked out how it would have to be done. I went from the balcony into the little anteroom that opened into the living room. Naomi had sat on the end of the couch so as to block Frank's view of the connecting door. 'Frank, do you have some milk?' Naomi asked him sweetly. 'Well, sure, I'll get it.' I slipped into the room, and through the open office door, my heart pounding like firecrackers, while he was in the kitchen. 'So, Naomi, What did you want to talk to me about?' Frank asked, returning with the milk. 'It's Dave, Frank. He's so stressed all the time. The Internet business is taking so much of his time, and he still has to work a full time job to keep things going.' 'Has he been neglecting you?' 'Well, he hardly has any time left for me after his two jobs.' I put the device I'd built on the desk, and turned franks computer around to connect the cable. 'And what do you think I can do about it?' asked Frank, as my elbow pushed a stapler off of the desk. It landed with a small 'thud'. I saw Frank whip his head around towards the open doorway. There was still sunlight streaming through the living room windows, but the shade was drawn in the office, so he couldn't easily see in. Naomi, my Naomi! She was quick. Most people would have frozen, but not Naomi. She threw her arms around his neck, pulling her slim young body to him. 'Oh Frank! Say that you'll help me!' I crouched in silence, peeking from behind his desk, as he wrapped his heavy old arms around my woman's narrow hips, pulling her closer. He kissed her perfect mouth, his wrinkled face so in contrast with her smooth complexion. She ran her little fingers through his sparse grey hair. I got back to my work. With the price that Naomi was now having to pay for it, time was extremely precious. Frank had her dress up around her waist by the time I started the download, and he was running his hands up and down her silky smooth back. She must have been able to hear the terrible clicking of the two hard drives, she had to keep kissing him so that she could hold his head, keeping her hands over his ears. I cursed myself for not having realised what a racket it would make, even in the next room. Of course, I hadn't thought that we'd have to deal with an open door, but there was no way he wouldn't have noticed if I'd closed it. I searched through the mail on the desk. There was a new bank statement, in the company name. I checked the outer room again. Naomi was keeping Franks hearing under control by rubbing the back of his head with one hand. She held out her other arm while he threaded her dress over it, leaving her in only her panties and heels. Naomi hardly ever wore a bra; her small, firm, conical breasts just didn't need one. I was feeling pretty numb by then, but when I took a look at the bottom line of the page in my hand, it was none the less quite a shock; $985,456.25. I stared at it for quite a while. That bastard was holding nearly half a million of what should have been my money, while I worked two jobs and was barely getting by. I remembered Frank and Naomi, and looked through the door again; it was time for another shock; Naomi's panties were missing, and so were franks trousers. He was pushing her onto her back, her shapely little left foot, still in it's shoe, rested on the floor, her right was over the back of the sofa. She was spread wide, and from my vantage point, I could see frank's big old cock in Naomi's small hand, positioned at her entrance. I was frozen; my mind seemed to just stop working. I watched as Naomi rubbed frank's big hard cock up and down against her clit. She kept running her other hand through his hair and around his head, so he wouldn't be able to hear the soft clicking of the download. He pushed, causing his swollen old cock to enter her about an inch. 'Slow, Frank! Careful..' Naomi gasped. 'Oh baby, I don't think I ever had something so sweet.' said Frank, as he pulled out and pushed his way back, slightly deeper. 'Oh god, Frank, you're so big!' said my little Naomi; her hand still holding his prick as he slowly worked it deeper and deeper. 'Bigger than Dave?' 'Yes, Oh yes! Bigger than Dave!' Indeed, I have to admit that it was true. Not by much, though. When he had sunk his bigger than mine cock in to the hilt, he stopped there for a little while, and they kissed, deeply. It was eerily quiet, and I realised that Franks entire hard disc had now been copied. I should have gotten back to work, disconnected the cable, put his machine back into it's former position; but my eyes were glued to the scene in the next room. He started to fuck her, long, slow, and deep. Her hands were on the small of his back, her legs still at full open stretch. 'FUCK ME, FRANK, FUCK ME!' she cried in her baby girl voice, and he started to speed up. I suddenly realised that he would have to come soon, and I got back to my job. When I had the cable off and my machine back in it's bag, I looked again. Of course, I hadn't stopped listening to Naomi's love cries. Big old frank was pounding away at slim young Naomi, Her legs were now wrapped around his, and she held him tight. Her face started to turn, more and more pink, I saw that vein in her neck start to swell, and she came, screaming; 'Fuck me you bastard! You motherfucking son of a bitch! Oh god, fuck me!' Her gorgeous long hair spilled over the couch onto the floor, she grabbed Franks head and pulled his lips to her own as she tightened the grip of her young legs around his hairy old ones, in her delightful response to orgasm. He held her head in his hands, his motion stopped, as they explored each other's mouths while her orgasm subsided. When he started fucking my true love again, I realised, with a mix of feelings, that he had not yet come himself. Relief that she was not yet soiled by his cheating old sperm, yet sickened that it was not yet over. 'Oh you bastard! You cock sucking son of a whore!' she started to mutter after a couple of minutes. She was always vocal when we made love, but I had never heard her be profane in bed. She had kicked off her high heels, and now she put her cute little feet on his flabby old ass cheeks as that vein started to throb again, and she came once more, her arms tight around Franks heaving, thieving frame. 'Oh Frank! Are you a man or a god? How do you do that?' 'You should have come to me sooner, baby. I can show you what loving is about!' He pulled his disgusting organ from her exquisite body, and moved around to present it to her face. She sat up and opened her mouth, and slowly took his hard sticky member inside of it. She looked up at him with her big, beautiful, dark eyes, tickling his hairy, low hanging balls and sucking his cock. 'Oh yeah, baby, that's the way! See if you can get it a little deeper... oh yeah! Deeper!' When half of his big old cock was in her mouth, she gagged a little, trying to swallow on it. 'That's it, honey! That's the way! Keep trying!' She pulled her mouth away, and looked at up him unhappily as she continued to work his length with her hands. 'I'm so sorry, Frank. I can't get it all the way down.' 'It's O.K., Naomi. It takes some practice. Maybe you need to start on something smaller like...' he paused. 'Dave!' she laughed 'That's it!' he said, and laughed uproariously. 'I'm hungry, let's eat something.' said Frank. I saw Naomi look up at him in surprise 'Don't you want to come, Frank?' 'I sure do, sweetie, but first I want to pee, and then eat, and then screw you some more.' Naomi sat back on the couch 'Wow, O.K.' she said, smiling up at him. As Frank went into the bathroom, Naomi stuck her head into the office. 'I've got it,' I told her, 'get your cloths on and let's get out of here.' 'I can't do that!' she whispered, 'You get going, I'll come soon.' An unfortunate choice of words. 'Naomi, get dressed, make an excuse, and meet me at the car!' 'He'll get suspicious! You go, I'll come when I can.' She turned and walked to the couch, retrieved her shoes, and put them on. The toilet flushed. Naomi turned, and I watched her small behind headed towards the kitchen to meet Frank. I left my old house as I had had entered, and went to our car. I stashed the bank statement and machine, the data bought at such a huge price. I had to know what was happening, I had to see! My old house was surrounded by shrubbery and trees, set on a hill by itself. It was dark by that time, and I went back up to the old place confident I wouldn't be seen. I went to the kitchen window. I suddenly remembered how my mother had always wanted the curtains closed and Frank wanted them open. It was a hot night, and the window was open as well. I had to stay well back to be sure not to be seen. Frank was standing at the stove, naked, stirring something in a pot. Naomi stood behind him, wearing only her heels. She had her arms around him, her head against his shoulder. 'How did hot chick like you end up married to a little nerd like Dave?' Frank asked her. I suddenly realised that she was slowly masturbating him while he cooked. 'I was on a four week vacation,' said Naomi in her funny high pitched voice, 'I knew that when I returned to Japan, my father was going to make me marry some Japanese man. Japanese men all treat their women like shit.' 'So Dave was the best you could do?' 'Dave was nice to me. He was the first man I ever met who just talked to me as though I was an equal.' 'But you don't love him.' Frank turned slightly, and I could now see Naomi's two little hands caressing his swollen penis. 'Oh, I love Dave. I want to spend my life with him and have his babies.' Said Naomi, one hand holding Franks cock steady while the other lovingly roamed around its head. 'So why did you come here?' 'We're getting desperate Frank. We really need some money.' She held his cock head steady, and stroked the shaft with the finger tips of her other hand. 'So why didn't Dave just say so?' The bastard! How many times had I come here and argued about it with him? 'I thought he had talked to you about it, Frank' she said, bending her knees a little to be able to reach around and cup his old balls. 'Then why did you throw yourself on me like that?' I wondered if he was getting suspicious. 'I didn't throw myself at you! You seduced me, I am seduced.' She held his cock safely against his stomach while gently caressing his chest. 'Aha, I see.' Frank tasted his concoction; 'This is ready, let's eat.' They sat at the table. Naomi put some of the soup in her mouth, swallowed, and then bent down and put her hot mouth over Frank's half hard cock. 'Owee! Baby, your not going to give me a break, are you? God, I want to watch you come a few more times! Why don't you climb up and sit on me?' My lovely wife broke into a hysterical giggle, causing ripples in her glossy hair, and her small breasts to wobble. She slipped off her shoes, and stood on frank's chair, facing him, one delicate foot on each side of his lap. He held his big cock up with one hand, and placed the other on the small of her back to steady her as she lowered her body, impaling herself on his organ. When her weight was on his lap, she let her legs swing free. Her head was level with his in this position, and she wrapped her arms around his thick neck. Frank stroked her with one hand, and fed her with the other. They were speaking very quietly, and I could no longer hear what was being said, but Naomi would giggle or laugh from time to time. She made small movements of her pelvis intermittently, just to keep them both eager. Amidst my intense pain, I realised that in part it was due to an erection. The extreme sexual tension from the room was spilling through the open window. I removed my own organ, and despite my shame, stroked it. Frank had finished feeding them both, and he lifted his weight from the chair. He stood in a low squat, Naomi's slight weight still on his thighs. He put both hands under her little ass, and started to rock her up and down. 'Oh Frank! Frank!' she cried, 'What are you doing to me now? Oh FRANK!' I had a flash back; those very words, my mother, when I was ten. I had crept to the window then, too. Was this whole thing some sort of Freudian wish of mine? Naomi was coming again, her arms and legs holding her small body onto frank's large one like a parasite on it's host. I ejaculated into the flower bed, but I took no pleasure from it. I described Frank's body earlier as 'flabby'. I now had to admit that this wasn't true. He was just big. If fact he was amazingly lean and muscled, and I realised that he must have time for a lot of exercise. He took a step backwards and sat back down in the chair, my Naomi still heaving, clutching him. 'Let's take this to the bedroom' said Frank 'It's getting late, I'd better call Dave.' My heart lifted! She would call me, get dressed, return to me! And I didn't think Frank had come! Perhaps he couldn't, he was old! Maybe he was no longer able! There was a phone on the table, and Frank passed it to her. She dialled, and I felt my cell phone vibrate in my pocket. I walked quickly away, so as to be able to talk. 'Dave, you know I told you I was going to visit Meg? Well, she's in a bad way, and I'm going to sleep here tonight' Crushed, crushed again. 'Naomi, get out of there! Come meet me at the car!' 'You go on home, Dave, and I'll see you tomorrow.' 'PLEASE Naomi, PLEASE! We did what we had to do, now come home with me!' 'There's some leftovers in the fridge, just put it in the oven and heat it up.' 'Naomi, I'm your husband, you're my wife! You must come with me!' 'Oh, don't worry about me, sweetie, I'll be fine. And I'll give Meg your regards. By by.' 'NO, Naomi, NO!' but she had hung up. I turned around, I could still see them, they hadn't moved. Frank's old cock was in her still, had been while she had talked to me, sending me away. Frank did finally have his orgasm, about ten or fifteen minutes later. I was watching through the bedroom window. I couldn't see much, but I could hear them very well; 'Do you want me to come, Naomi?' 'Oh yes, Frank! Come, come in me!' I could see his ass moving up and down as he drove onward. 'Deep? You want it deep inside?' 'Yes Frank! As deep as you can!' He stopped suddenly, I could hear him groan out his orgasm, and I saw Naomi's legs wrap around him once more. It was very quiet after that, and the night was getting chilly, so I went home. Naomi returned around noon the next day, and we had a huge fight. 'Why did you have to stay all night?!' I demanded, 'I had no choice! Once I had gone that far, there was no way to turn back!' 'You never had to go that far!' 'Frank would have caught you and beaten you to a pulp if I hadn't thrown myself on him when you started to rummage around in there like a bull in a china shop!' She started to cry; I can never refuse her when she cries. 'I sacrificed myself for you, for your stupid paranoia! I let that ape abuse me so you could get at his worthless files!' 'Worthless? He owes us nearly half a million dollars, and I have the proof!' Her pretty mouth dropped open in shock. 'It was true? Frank has been robbing us?' 'Blind.' We made up, and made love. Real love, not like that fucking that she had done with Frank. There was one little shocker left for me that day though; when I removed her dress, she had nothing on underneath, and her pussy was now shaved. Frank called me a couple of days later; 'Hey, Dave! I've got some good news for you... all of our debts are paid off, and it's time to pay a dividend! We'll have to talk about how you want to do the accounting, but you can have up to four hundred thousand if you want.' This was all a couple of years ago. Now I only work at our firm, and things are going very well. Naomi finally got pregnant, we have a lovely daughter, and I'm pretty sure that I'm the biological father. I never figured exactly out why Frank had suddenly come clean about the money. Perhaps he had missed that one bank statement I took, or maybe he wanted things to be comfortable for Naomi. Who knows, maybe he was telling the truth about it, and had intended to pay me my share the whole time. We have a girl now to do the day-to-day secretarial work, and Naomi does the accounting once a week, up at Frank's house. I upgraded Frank's computers, and bugged his entire house while I was at it. That's how I know that Naomi and Frank are still lovers. It was hot and heavy between them for the first couple of months; they were doing it in every position in every room of the house. Naomi did actually practice deep throating on me, and as soon as she had succeeded in getting my slightly smaller cock all the way down [which is great, by the way], worked with Frank on it until she could do him, too. I would go up to watch fairly regularly at first, if the weather was o.k., But since the baby was born, I mostly listen from home if I want to know what's going on up there. Naomi doesn't seem to be so interested in Frank any more, but if he insists, she lets him fuck her, or she blows him. I was confident that soon they would stop having sex together completely. But then something happened. I'll write about it if there's much interest. Ace, 2000 aceinthe_hole@hotmail.com -- 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. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+