Message-ID: <24585asstr$960469806@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: "diamond" X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.00.2615.200 X-Original-Message-ID: NNTP-Posting-Date: Thu, 08 Jun 2000 03:15:42 EDT Subject: {ASSM} RP The New Toy (M/f, D/s, cons, rom) Date: Thu, 8 Jun 2000 09:10:06 -0400 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: apuleius, IceAltar Yes I found it... I found it. :) Good ol' Eli, guess he gets my first born child, or my soul. Although neither is probably worth it. :) Ok here's for the spiel, don't post anywhere else, don't post and use your name, and please do not repost without my permission. No ifs, ands or buts. Also if your under 18 just don't read this, and 21 in some states. The New Toy by Julie She stared at the box. Just stared at it. She knew why he gave it to her. He was Going overseas on business. They would be apart for several months. Either until she managed to get herself to England, or he managed to find his way back to the Windy City. With her fingers of her right hand she opened it, reached in and pulled free the white envelope. Holding it in her hands, she bit her bottom lip and took a deep breath. No going back now. Slowly exhaling, her breath flowing from between her lips. With the tip of her tongue she moistened her lips and pulled the disk free. Placing it in the drive, she began the installation. After pressing the repetitive "next" button, she followed the directions and shut down her computer, to install the hardware. Leaning back in her chair, she lit a Marlboro. taking a long drag, she held the smoke in her lungs, closing her eyes, her head falling back. Slowly, the smoke billowed from her lips as she exhaled. Looking at the clock she saw that she had 15 minutes. She stamped out the cigarette and pushed herself from the chair. Moving to the kitchen she poured herself a glass of Chardonnay and moved to her bedroom. Slipping her jeans to the floor, she sat on her bed and pulled her socks free. Adding her shirt to the pile on the floor, she topped it with her bra and panties. Pulling the red silk chemise and robe from a drawer at her bureau, she slipped them on. Making sure her wine was in her hand she moved back to the computer, and rebooted it. Settling back into her chair, she set up the camera so it was aimed at her and opened the program. She signed on to the net, and waited. Before she got the message she jumped from the chair and grabbed the bottle of wine. She figured she was going to need a lot of it. Back in her chair she waited. Moving through some of the news groups she began to read some of the erotic stories. Her legs parted on their own, and her right hand had moved to her breasts, her finger lightly circling her nipple, feeling it grow beneath her fingers. The tell tale noise of ICQ. The flashing yellow box. She stopped then, her hands froze. She had forgotten about the camera. She slipped the robe off. Her right breast almost completely visible. The invitation. She accepted. Her tongue running over her lips, wetting them. The strap of her chemise slipped down her arm, her right breast completely exposed. Her nipple tightened even more as the cool air hit it, and he saw it all. The words flowing across the screen excited her, and she displayed herself for the camera. His harsh words causing her more excitement as she pushed two fingers into her pussy. She nodded her head vigorously, he could see her heavy breathing. He could see her mouth open, and he imagined the moan that escaped. He saw her hand move to her other breast, making her other nipple as hard as it's partner. He saw her hips begin to thrust harder. Lifting her ass off the chair. He saw her wetness. He saw it leak onto her hands. He also saw her move her thumb until it pressed against her clit. Her head fell back, moving from side to side as her back arched. She tugged at her nipple. and lifted herself higher. Pushing herself harder and further onto the dildo. God how he wanted her. He knew she couldn't see his words, but it excited him to watch her, and to comment, and direct her actions. Her thighs quivered. He could see her muscles ripple beneath her skin. He saw her tightly pinch her nipple, pulling on it. He saw her pussy tighten around the dildo, god how he wanted to be that dildo. How he wanted to feel her tighten around him. The rippling of her muscles around him. He saw her grind the pad of her thumb against her clit. And he saw her hand holding the dildo flex. Her mouth opened, and he heard her scream in his mind. Using his memory. He saw her open her eyes slowly, and lean towards the keyboard. Her hand on her breast stayed there. Continuing the idle toying of her nipple. Yes, he was going to love this new toy he thought, as he stopped the recording, and replayed. Leaning back in his chair and stroking his now very hard cock. -- 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. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+