Message-ID: <26169asstr$967957805@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <20000901145000.7632.qmail@web4802.mail.yahoo.com> From: Redvenom Subject: {ASSM} Story Submission - Sexual Law Date: Sun, 3 Sep 2000 01:10:05 -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: assm-admin <1st attachment, "sexual_law.txt" begin> Sexual Law (FF,MF,NC,Anal) DISCLAIMER: Any resemblance to characters in a certain action-packed TV stories starring Samo Hung, Arsenio Hall and the babelicious Kelly Hu is pure, dumb coincidence. Grace Chang Pei Pei pulled into the driveway of her house alone as she had for the last couple of months. She was in an irritable mood, which she put down to her almost non-existant sex life. She remembered what her father once told her the police force was a possessive, jealous, and demanding wife (or husband in her case). Grace noted with a wry smile that it was true even here in America, a world away from her native Shanghai, China. Long, irregular hours that left her pretty much exhausted at the end of the day had dampened her social life. Plus the fact that most of the men she worked with were only too aware of her reputation as a tough street cop. Still, quite a number of men had tried to hit on her, taken by her exotic oriental features and superbly toned figure. Some had even tried to impress her in the dojo. Almost all retreated in disarray after sound defeats. No surprise there. She had begun her martial arts training much earlier than everybody else except Samo Law. And her teachers were more ruthless and demanding than theirs had ever been. "That's probably why you're alone on a Friday night while every other woman in the department is out getting laid," she berated herself. Grace knew that she subconciously treated every relationship in the same way she treated her sparring sessions - always feeling the need to emerge victorious. She sighed. The dildo she kept hidden in a dresser drawer would be needed again. Metal jingled as she fumbled with her keys in the shadowy doorway. Grace knew something was wrong as soon as she unlocked her front door. A strangely familiar scent that she couldn't quite place. Straining every sense, she crept inside the darkened hallway silently. She considered switching on the lights but that would have made her a much easier target. Moving carefully, one hand trailing along the wall for orientation, she moved towards what seemed to be the source of the scent: her bedroom. Discarding her coat which would have hindered her movements, she pressed her ear to the closed door. Nothing. Silently, she tested the handle of the door. It was unlocked. Light crept from under the door. With a deep breath, she kicked the door open. Fists clenched, she moved silently into the room, scanning for intruders. The room was empty. A small table lamp was on, illuminating the room in a soft yellow glow. The room was undisturbed, except for a vase of white flowers on the dresser table. Gardenias, she realized. A species native to South China, where she was born and raised. As she was considering the possibilities a dark shape detached itself from the ceiling where it had waited for several hours. Sensing something amiss, Grace whirled around just as the shadowy figure landed behind her soundlessly. She circled warily, sizing up her foe. The assailant was dressed in loose, dark clothes from head-to-toe. A long black cloth was wrapped around the face, leaving only the eyes uncovered. Like a ninja from a B-grade action movie. The eyes, however told her she was not dealing with some pajama-clad fruitcake who thought he was Stephen K. Hayes. They studied her intently, the way her sifu once did, noting her stance, weight, and balance. She began to have a very bad feeling about the situation. Calling on all of her skill, she attacked, leading with hand strikes, followed by a fast forward kick. Moving with uncommon fluidity, the black-clad assailant dodged the hand strikes and deflected the kick with a forearm. Grace was stunned that her attacks were so easily negated. She had seen people move like that. An ability that could only be developed by long years of training to develop timing and rhythm. She realized with a chill that her foe was no beginner. Grace had no time for long reflections as the figure pressed his assault. She gasped as the ninja counter-attacked in an unfamiliar form. She barely blocked the hand strikes as her attacker pushed forward. One blow glanced across her cheek as she dodged, retreating from the furious combination of punches and kicks. She ducked as the figure kicked out, shattering the vase. Trying to keep the initiative, she feinted and attacked the figure with a crescent kick. Her attacker ignored the feint, then jabbed his thumb on the inside of her knee as her leg straightened. Grace cried out as she felt her leg go numb as the blow struck a nerve cluster. Gritting her teeth, she retreated towards the door, defending desparately as a flurry of blows rained towards her. Aiming for his exposed eyes, Grace struck out, fully intending to blind her attacker. Almost comtemptuosly, the figure batted her strikes aside, grabbing her wrists and jabbing hard on her elbow. Her left arm went numb almost immediately. She realized that the ninja was using yubi-jitsu nerve strikes - exoteric and almost unknown in this day and age. She gasped as the ninja struck her in the chest, driving the breath out of her. As she fell, she felt a strong forearm lock around her throat. Strugging helplessly, Grace tried to stamp on the toes of her attacker, but the figure easily evaded her feet. As her head was pushed forward, she wheezed trying to draw air into her lungs. Her kicks grew feebler as the ninja tightened the choke hold. No air... must fight... must... Until she slumped unconscious in the arms of her assailant. *** Grace awoke as she inhaled a sharp, acrid smell. Ammonia, she realized, struggling to get up. She found herself lying on her bed, facing the ninja who knelt above her prone form. Something was stuffed in her mouth - a rubber ball gag. Shaking her head from side to side, Grace tried to dislodge the offending object but to no avail. Metal chinked as she tried to move her arms. She found that her wrists were locked to the bar above the headboard above her head. Her own handcuffs, she realized. Her legs were still free, but a strange numbness affected them. Grace found she could no more than drag them about helplessly. Struggling against her restraints, Grace hissed at her captor who studied her intently. For the first time since their confrontation, she felt that the ninja was appraising more than just her fighting ability. The dark eyes probed her beautiful face, noting the exotic Asian features. Her long, silken midnight-black hair spilled over the pillow. Grace followed the eyes as they moved lower, dwelling on the sweet swell of her firm breasts that rose and fell evenly with her breathing. The intense eyes roved down her flat stomach, settling on the faint bulge between her thighs. From a hidden fold in the robes, the ninja produced an small blade, an aikuchi. Eyes widenning in terror, Grace began to struggle, trying to throw her captor off her. The steel blade gleamed along its razor edge as the black-garbed figure pinned her legs beneath her. The blade caught at her wollen top, slicing cleanly through. Holding her breath, she stiffened, allowing the figure to cut away her top, knowing that one wrong move would have sliced her open. Realizing what the ninja was going to do to her, she whimpered, the first such sound she had ever heard herself make. The ninja went to work on her pants, delicately shredding them before stripping them away. The ninja's gaze lingered hungrily at the dark triangle between her legs clearly visible beneath the thin silk panties she wore. The assailant turned his attention to her white bra next, slipping the blade between the cups. The lethally sharp blade cleft through the restraining garment, and Grace's firm breasts sprung free. She felt her eyes tearing and blinked them rapidly. Her panties were next as the ninja slid his blade along the seam, cutting away the last of her clothes. For long moments, the figure studied Grace's naked form, admiring the soft, satiny skin and her well-toned muscles. As the hard eyes roved over her body, Grace felt a cold chill as she realized what was about to happen to her. With a smooth move, her ninja garbed assailant discarded the scarf of dark cloth wound about the face. Grace gasped when she realized that her attacker was a woman. Kuniochi, she realized - female ninja traditionally trained in the arts of seduction and assassination, masters of both love and war. While she had heard of many fanciful stories of their exploits, she had never expected to meet one, much less in her own home. The kuniochi was young, and stunningly beautiful with exotic, high-cheekboned features. Long dark hair spilled over her shoulders almost down to waist. With smooth movements, the ninja woman stripped off her confining black garb which puddled at her feet. Underneath, she wore a form-fitting bodysuit of purple which displayed her toned, athletic figure. Her full breasts fought against the tight material and Grace could make out the faint peaks of her nipples. God, Grace thought, she looked like a comic-book super heroine. Grace tensed as the figure extended a hand to her gagged mouth, toying with her lips. Dragging her fingers down slowly, the kuniochi caressed her throat, coming to a stop at the curve of her breasts. Grace held her breath as the supple fingers toyed with her breasts, caressing the soft flesh with feathery strokes. The kuniochi moved her fingers in slow circles around the soft mound, moving closer to the peaks. She gasped as a long fingernail rasped over her nipple. Grace gasped again as she felt the kuniochi's warm mouth envelop her nipple, licking, sucking and nibbling expertly. To her shame, she felt the nipple harden in response and the beginnings of moisture between her legs. Grace strained at her bonds as the skilled tongue flicked over her hardening nipples, teasing her with silky strokes that made her body quiver involuntarily. She moaned at the delectable sensations as the kuniochi expertly stimulated her sensitive nipples, perfect white teeth nibbling on the nubs. She tried to scream and bite at the ball gag, but managed no sound other than muffed choking breaths. Grace gasped at the sudden relief as the kuniochi stopped her ministrations on her breasts, the peaks now proudly erect and glistening with saliva. The kuniochi remained silent, her beautiful face expressionless as she trailed her nimble fingers down the policewoman's naked body. Grace squirmed in response as the fingers roved lower, past her ribs, past her flat stomach, until they reached the glossy hairs over her mound. Locking eyes with her, the kuniochi drove a finger deep into the wetly glistening slit. Grace moaned in humiliation and despair as she felt the supple fingers working inside her, parting the firm walls as they inched deeper and deeper. More fingers teased her clit, causing her to shudder helplessly. Grace felt her body respond to the forced sexual pleasure, her juices flooding her engorged sex and staining the bedspread beneath her. Grace bit down hard on the rubber ball gag as she felt the maddening fingers sawing in and out of her dripping pussy. A thin trail of saliva ran down her chin as she tossed her head from side to side, trying desperately to control her arousal as her orgasm began to build. All the while, the kuniochi's face had remained passive and emotionless, completely detached from the sexual torment she was inflicting on Grace's writhing body. Sweat gleamed on her naked form as she trashed around, trying to dislodge the invading fingers as the ninja finger-fucked her mercilessly. With expert skill, the female ninja brought Grace to the brink of her orgasm and then ceased so abruptly that Grace gasped in shock. Her firm breasts heaving with her exertions, she eyed the ninja warily as the kuniochi reached under the bed. The room was stuffy with the smell of her perfume, sweat and sex. Grace reddened with humiliation as she saw the kuniochi holding her own vibrator. With surprising strength, the female ninja lifted Grace's legs, before spearing the rubber phallus to the hilt into her flowered open pussy. Screaming and struggling, Grace flailed about wildly as the unrelenting dildo pistoned in and out of her. She felt her control fading as the kunoichi rasped her fingers over her clit, sending shudders of sheer delight rippling through her sweaty body. As her hips surged forward of their own accord, she felt another finger stroking the crease between her buttocks. Grace maoned helplessly as she felt a long nail nosing about her anus, poking and scratching at her most intimate opening. Between the dildo driving into her from the front and a finger slipping into her anal entrance, Grace was brought gasping and writhing to the brink of her orgasm before the kunoichi stopped again. This time, the female ninja released the gag before eyeing Grace with a slow smile on her lips. "Beg me," the ninja said calmly, the first words Grace had heard her speak. Grace remained silent, willing her body to be still as she stared defiantly at her assailant. At this, the kunoichi began a more vigorous assault, taking the naked policewoman both front and rear. Freed of her gag, Grace's moans and gasps became more audible and uncontrolled as the ninja continued working over her body. Her sexual tension spiralled higher and higher until the sensations treatened to overcome her, her body trashing about helplessly as the dildo, glistening with her juices drove up her pussy with lewd squishing sounds. In time with the dildo attacking her from the front, the kuniochi's supple fingers sawed in and out of Grace's tight virgin anus from the rear. Her helplessless seemed to add another dimension to the incredible pleasure of being taken simultaneously in her pussy and ass. All her life, Grace liked being in control. Now, as she struggled futilely against the clinking metal handcuffs, she felt a dark thrill at the thought that her body was completely at the mercy of another woman. She had fantasized about lesbian sex like many women, but had never considered acting on those impulses. And now, here she was cuffed to a bed, being raped by a woman. As she strained on her bonds, the handcuffs rubbed the skin of her wrists raw. But the pain was lost in the heady euphoria of sexual pleasure as Grace fought to keep her body still. It was largely a futile effort. Driven into a frenzy by the double penetration, Grace felt her control melt away, crying out her need for release. Then just as her hips surged forward and she felt lightheaded from her approaching orgasm, the kuniochi stopped again. Grace gasped in frustration, unconsciously straining her hips and trying to restore the delicious rhythm as the female ninja stepped back. "Beg me, and I'll let you come." Again, Grace grit her teeth and said nothing, even as she felt the sheets beneath her damp from the abundant fluids leaking out of her pussy. At this her sexual torture began again. Her torment continued maddenningly in this manner with the ninja deliberately halting precisely at the brink to deny Grace her release before repeating her order. After the sixth time, Grace knew she was lost, her body's need overridding her resolve. Her mind confused by the haze of lust, Grace complied in a voice shaking with humilation and arousal. She begged for her orgasm. At this, the ninja leaned forward and unlocked the handcuffs. Grace eyed the kuniochi warily, and for a moment considered trying to fight back. As if realizing this, the ninja woman smiled, running her fingers over the dildo, dripping slick with Grace's juices. Grace wet her lips, remembering the sensations as her body shivered in response. At this point the mingled smell of her perfume, sweat and sex hit her. She knew to her horror and humiliation that she was going to do whatever the kuniochi desired. "On your hands and knees," the ninja ordered. Her body trembling, Grace complied with a low moan, flopping onto her stomach and raising her buttocks submissively to the desired position. When she did so, she felt the kuniochi taking up position behind her, the slick dildo nosing about her engorged pussy. Fingers clenched in anticipation, Grace groaned aloud as the fake cock began its entry, it hard length parting the slick walls of her pussy. With a powerful thrust, the kuniochi plunged the wetly glistening dildo deep inside her as far as it would go. Grace screamed in sheer delight, her back arching as she thrust her hips back against the dildo's deep strokes. Her delicate hands knotted into fists clawing at the bedspread beneath her. Reaching between Grace's sweaty buttocks, the kuniochi drilled her finger into her anus, the finger disappearing into the winking hole as she took Grace in the ass as well. Crying out in Chinese, Grace flailed her head about, lost in her passion, her long dark hair flying about her face. As she felt the policewoman's body shudder in the early throes of her orgasm, the kuniochi ripped the dildo from Grace's pussy before sinking it deep into her ass with one stroke. Grace's scream echoed around the room as she orgasmed powerfully, juices spraying from between her sleek legs. The Kuniochi continued to work the dildo into Grace's ass as her body bucked wildly, shuddering in the throes of her climax. As she sank sweaty and exhausted to the bed, Grace realized that her assailant had no intention of stopping yet as the hard length continued to saw in and out of her stretched anus. The kuniochi has freed one had to play with her breasts, the long nails rasping deliciously over her hardened nipples. Soon, the ninja's ministrations were rewarded as the helpless policewoman orgasmed again. And again. And again. Grace lost all control of her body as the ninja took her repeatedly with her own dildo, inflicting orgasm after orgasm upon her for what seemed like hours. She heard her own voice crying out in sheer delight as her juices gushed freely down her legs with each incredible climax. In her frenzied state, her body responded of its own accord, jamming her slim hips down in time with the kuniochi's upward thrusts, driving the fake cock as far as it would go inside herself. Totally lost in her passion, Grace cried out for more, screaming to the kuniochi to fuck her senseless. Until at last, she collapsed in total exhaustion to the damp bedspread before losing consciousness. *** Grace Chang woke up to find herself naked and alone on the bed. She turned over, touching a damp spot on the bedspread before sitting up. For long moments, she stared at the stains, trying to come to terms with last night's experiences. But all she could think about was how good it felt to be dominated. Her eyes drifted to her wrists, marked by reddened skin where her handcuffs rubbed her as she struggled. Her mind was numb with the knowledge that she had been repeatedly raped and sodomized last night. By a woman, no less. And enjoyed it, she admitted. Almost unconsciously, her fingers drifted between her thighs, her nails brushing the furred mound, still sticky from her drying juices. Gingerly she felt around her tender anus, the soreness a mute testimony to her anal experience. The knowledge that she had taken the full length of the dildo inside her ass last night repulsed her, and at the same time excited her. She shuddered unconsciously, recalling the intensity of pain and pleasure, blended into a mindblowing sensation. Moaning, she plunged her fingers inside her own pussy, working furiously, one thumb on her clit. She came almost at once. However, unsatisfied with the climax, she looked about. Spying the dildo on the floor by the bed, she swiftly retrieved the fake cock. She turned over on her stomach before raising her rump, her hands busy between her legs. With a choked cry, she pushed the dildo inside, until the hard plastic was buried almost to the hilt inside her moistening pussy. As her juices began to flow, she let her most intimate fantasies spring unchecked to her mind. Fantasies she had long suppressed. ...She was arresting several hunky perps. Hard muscled, but lean. She had taken several of them down but their numbers overcame her superior skill. One of them slapped her across the face. Hard. As she blinked back her tears, she would see the criminals in a ring around her. Massaging their cocks as they leered at her. She would feel their rough hands as they tore at her, ripping her clothes off. A knife would slide under her top, cutting through the material from hem to neckline. She would feel more hands pull on her bra, breaking the straps. Hands scooping out her breasts, mauling the firm flesh. Hands dragging on her pants, pulling them past her wildly-kcicking legs. She would resist. She would then have her breath knocked out of her as a heavy fist slammed into her flat stomach... Grace moaned aloud as she worked the dildo feverishly, sawing the hard length in and out, the plastic glistening with her juices. Her other hand moved to her erect nipples, tweaking and pinching them in her passion. ...Being forced to a hands and knees position on the filthy floor. Strong hands forced her jaw apart as a latino thrust his erect cock in her face. 'Blow me, bitch!' he would scream, slapping her to make his point. Humiliated, she would submit to his lusts, taking his cock into her mouth. Drool leaking down her chin, she would service him, sucking and licking his cock like a cheap hooker. While this was happening a huge black perp with an equally huge cock would mount her from behind, taking her doggy style. She would hear her own muffled scream as the monster cock forced its way into her tight pussy, stretching her inner muscles painfully. She would hear her rapists grunting like animals as they violated her supple body... With a cry, Grace orgasmed, juices spilling out of her pussy and drenching her fingers. She continued working the dildo frantically, driving its hard length deep inside her before withdrawing. ...She would sprawl on the sodden ground, sobbing. Her naked body would be covered with sweat from her exertions. Cum would be leaking out of her mouth where she had swallowed the load from the first rapist. More cum would be running down her thighs from her overflowing pussy where the black guy had voilated her, cuming and shooting his load deep inside her. She would be overcome by the heady smell of sweat and sex. And the ring of leering, excited men, eager to experience the pleasures of her body. Like a bitch on heat, cornered by a dog pack. One by one, taking turns with her... ...Helpless to resist, she would submit to their lusts, taking their cocks in her mouth. In her pussy. And to her total humiliation, in her ass. Shuddering uncontrollably from the force of being penetrated simultaneously, she would feel her own orgasm begin to build. And as the pain and pleasure of blended into one incredible, indescribable sensation, she would cry out in orgasmic delight. And when they were done, when cum was spilling out of her every orifice, she would beg them to rape her again. Beg them to use her like a cheap hooker. She would then eagerly submit to their every degradation and she would orgasm. Again and again with her body afire with need... With a scream, Grace speared the dildo into her ass, working it inside her most intimate opening as her juices gushed out of her spasming pussy and ran down her thighs. This time, when she came the intensity of the orgasm almost overwhelmed her and she collapsed panting on the sodden bed. *** Louis was startled when Grace Chang bounded into the station wearing a tight white blouse and a black mini-skirt and matching stockings that displayed her sleek legs to full effect. Accustomed to seeing her in her more severe attire, the eyes of every male in the department followed her as she headed towards her desk. Louis caught a glimpse of black panties as the skirt rode up over her thighs when she settled down. He puzzled over it: Grace in sexy underwear? Shit! Somebody up there must be reading my fantasies, he mused. As she reached for her mug, he noticed immediately the red rings around her slim wrists. And what exoteric discipline had she been indulging in? Louis could hardly keep his mind on work all morning as Grace flirted most outrageously with him. She manipulated almost every conversation with him to sex, teasing him until he reddened before laughing and changing the subject. She bumped into him constantly, bending low and taking every opportunity to make body contact with him. If he didn't know her better, he could have sworn she was trying to seduce him. And she was suceeding. Not that it took much effort, since he always had a fierce crush on her. Louis grimaced as he was chewed out for inattention by the captain for the second time today, his mind busy visualizing about a wild, sweaty orgy with Grace. He spent most of the day at his desk trying to hide a painful erection. As Louis gathered his coat to go home, he felt someone pull on his sleeve. It was Grace. "My car won't start. Give me a ride home?" Louis had to suppress his first thoughts about the ride he actually wanted to give his gorgeous colleague before answering, "Uh... sure. Let me just get my stuff." *** The ride was uneventful except for the willpower required on Louis part to keep his eyes on the road as Grace's black miniskirt rode high enough to display her sleek thighs almost to her hips. As the car stopped in front of her apartment, she leaned closer to him. "Come in for a drink? Least I could do," she asked. Louis nearly choked on his reply. Shit, he thought, if I get a call now, I'd shoot the despatcher. Twice. Eyes locked on Grace's firm ass, so clearly outlined by the tight miniskirt, he followed Grace into the hallway. As the door closed, Grace slid the bolt home, then grabbed Louis by his shirt. "Okay, big boy. I must have you. Now" With hands made clumsy by lust, Louis pushed her against the wall. Fumbling around, he managed to unbutton her blouse which parted to reveal the lacy black bra she wore beneath. Shrugging her shoulders, Grace let the blouse fall as her delicate fingers struggled to free his belt and jeans. Pulling on her bra straps, Louis removed her bra, exposing her taut, perfectly rounded breasts. The pert nipples were already hard and erect from her arousal. As her hands closed on his cock, he hiked the black miniskirt up to her slender waist. Getting his fingers into the hem of her black panties, he dragged them down past her hips to her sleek, nylon-clad thighs. Grace helped him, wriggling her hips before directing his cock to where she wanted it. She was dripping wet, her juices spilling out of her pussy and running down her thighs in slow, shiny trails of moisture. With a choking cry Louis jammed his hips forward, his hard cock driving deep into his lovely colleague. Grace gasped at the sensation as she felt the pliable walls of her pussy being forcefully parted by the invading cock. Her back pressed against the wall, Grace raised her supple legs before locking them around Louis' waist. He slammed her repeatedly against the wall as he fucked her roughly, driving his cock to the hilt inside her before withdrawing. The wet frictioning became almost unbearable as Grace cried out in passion, urging the tough policeman to take her. "Ohhhhhhh! Yesss! Yesss! Yesssss! Fuck me, Louis! Oh please fuck me silly!" Growling, Louis intensified his assault, his cock tunnneling deliciously into her tight pussy, making lewd squishing sounds. Her fluids washed over his cock as he took her, drenching his groin. He licked the sweat beading on her breasts as Grace arched her back and orgasmed, her strong legs clamping powerfully around his waist. Louis lost all control as her pussy spasmed, milking him deliciously. He grunted, holding firmly on her shuddering body as he shot his load deep inside her. Grace cried out, biting on the flesh of his shoulder as she felt his hot cum inside her sopping pussy. They both collapsed on to the floor in a tangle. Louis recovered first, his eyes roving hungrily over Grace's superbly toned body. The room was stuffy, making the smell of her perfume, sweat and fresh cum all the more acute. He got his hands under her as Grace moaned softly into his ear, nuzzling the faint stubble on his cheek. Scooping her up, he carried her to her bedroom and let her down on the soiled bedspread. Grace discarded the remnants of her clothes, naked but for her black nylon stockings. Loius studied her body for long moments. It was as terrific as he imagined it would be in his fantasies. Better. He was about to climb onto the bed on top of her when Grace leaned over to the bedside table. As she fished around in an opened drawer, Louis heard the clink of metal. Her handcuffs. Smiling slyly at Louis, she placed them into his hands. He now realized where she got the marks on her wrists. "Cuff me," she moaned. "Then fuck me" Louis took her proferred wrists firmly, raising them to the head of her bed before cuffing them securely, the chain wrapped around a bar on the headboard. This made her chest thrust out towards him, offerring her delicious breasts for him. Grace wriggled seductively as he leaned over her naked body. He swooped forwards, his mouth engulfing a breast, licking and sucking before moving to the other. Grace moaned appreciatively as his tongue rasped delightfully over her hardened nipples. Meanwhile his fingers nosed around the entrance to her slick pussy, wet with their combined juices. Grace began to pant. Moaning, she trembled as his fingers eased inside her. As she felt a calloused thumb bear on her clit, she struggled to raise her hips to increase the pressure. As his fingers worked at her sensitive pussy, she writhed about, small sounds of pleasure escaping from her open mouth. Entranced at her response, Louis increased his speed, alternating between pulling and rubbing on her clit until Grace cried out, her hips jerking in orgasm. While she was drunk in the after effects of her second orgasm, Louis flipped her over on her stomach. Grace realised he wanted to take her from behind and submissively raised her hips until he could see the puffed open lips of her pussy and the shiny, wet hairs on her mound. Louis admired the taut globes of Grace's buttocks and the dark crease between them for long moments, lingering on her small, puckered anus winking invitingly at him. His cock twitched at the thought of having her there. Later, he decided. Grace tensed, feeling his hard, muscled body fall behind her and his cock nosing into position at the mouth of her heated pussy. She moaned as he teased her, sliiping just the head inside her before pulling away. Then with a sudden lunge, he slammed his body into hers, driving his hard cock halfway to the hilt and drawing an appreciative cry from Grace. Taking a firm hold on her sweaty body, he sent his cock all the way inside her, making her body writhe deliciously from the sensations coursing through her. In response, Grace jammed her buttocks back against his thrusts trying desperately to get his cock deeper inside herself. She was still incredibly tight, even with the earlier fucking and the copious amounts of her fluids flowing freely from her pussy. He delighted in the way her pussy walls resisted him, clamping almost painfully on his cock as he fucked her wildly. His hands reached forward to play with her firm breasts which bounced so erotically with each stroke. Grace moaned and gasped at the added sensations to her sensitive nipples. At first she urged him in no uncertain terms to fuck her brains out, then as he complied, lapsing into incoherence as the sensations built up indide her. "Take me, Louis! Fuck me like a whore!" "Ohhhhh! Yes Louis! Ohhhh! Deeper! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" "Ohhhhh! Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhh!" As the pleasure spiralled to heady heights, Grace screamed her delight, her body shuddering powerfully from a series of violent orgasms. Her face was hidden by her dark hair as she flailed her head wildly, totally lost in the intense sensations of her climax. As the walls of her pussy spasmed on his cock, Loius grunted and climaxed as well, shooting his milky cum into his colleague for the second time. He collapsed on her, his breathing heavy against her silken hair, now matted with sweat. They lay together for long moments before either of them spoke. "Ummmm. That was real good," Grace smiled at him. "We should have done this months ago." Louis grinned. "If I'm dreaming, I don't want to wake up. Ever" "Can you manage another round, tough guy?" She asked. Louis groaned, "I won't be able to work tomorrow, Grace" Grace smiled slyly. The handcuffs jangled as she shook her wrists, reminding him of her present bound state. Her dark eyes twinkled as she declared, "I'm 'cuffed and naked, completely helpless to whatever you want to do to me. For instance you could rape me repeatedly and I wouldn't be able to stop you..." Louis swallowed. Then he let his hands play over her body, enjoying the feel of the soft, satiny skin as he massaged her shoulders. Admiring her superbly toned muscles, he licked the sweat off her back. Grace moaned softly. Louis explored down her back, stopping at where her slender waist flared out slightly to her hips. His strong hands drifted lower over the globes of her buttocks, kneading the firm flesh. Grace raised her hips slightly to accomodate him, breathing heavily with her face pressed into her pillow. She gasped, tensing as she felt his strong fingers slip into the crease exploring her nether vale. Grace moaned with undisguised pleasure as his fingertip found the puckered opening of her anus, tracing the tight hole lightly. Louis held his breath as he explored the entrancing opening further, half expecting Grace to protest. Instead, she moaned and raised her hips higher as a finger slipped inside the tight opening. He drilled one finger inside her ass, then two until she was crying out in her passion, her knuckles white from gripping the bars of the headboard. Atfer several minutes of watching as Grace flailed around with his finger deep inside her ass, Louis could hardly contain his erection. She gasped in disappointment as the madenning fingers stopped. Then she felt the much larger shape press itself into the entrace to her anal passage. "Yessss!" she hissed, feeling the long, hard length lodge its head into her most intimate opening. With a sharp cry she thrust her buttocks back and up, forcing the Louis' cock halfway inside her ass at one stroke. "Ohhhhhhh! Take me Louis! Take me in the ass!" Taking a firm hold on her wildly gyrating hips, Louis was only too eager to do as she desired, letting his weight drive the hard cock into her tight, resisting ass. She was incredibly tight and the going was much too hard to be fun. With his free hand, Louis reached between her legs, playing with her gushing pussy, until his fingers came away wet. Pausing momentarily, he coated his cock with her juices before plundering her tight opening again. Grace cried out at the incredible sensation of pain and pleasure as he forced his way past her anal muscles, until his hips slapped against her buttocks. Louis paused again, admiring the unobstructed view of his engorged cock buried to the hilt inside his beautiful colleagues' firm ass. Here he was with the girl of his dreams naked and 'cuffed to the bed. Unbelievable that he had just had sex with her in the hallway as she moaned into his ear. And now fucking her up her tight, beautiful ass that he lusted for ever since she walked into the station. Grace was growing impatient, crying out to him in Chinese to continue his anal assault. Louis gave her what she wanted, withdrawing halfway before spearing his cock deep into her ass as far as it would go. Again and again, as Grace screamed in sheer delight at each stroke. She bucked and heaved, enjoying the feel of being impaled on his rampant cock. Grabbing at her bouncing breasts, he mashed them painfully as her body flailed around. He took her roughly, almost violently, reaming her tight asshole. And she loved it, feeling the long hard length deeper inside her than she thought possible. With the incredible friction inside her ass, Louis was swiftly losing control as he felt his cock twitch. With a growl he fell on her body, slick with her sweat and her juices, letting his weight push his cock all the way inside her rectum. Hands locked around her waist, he climaxed, shooting his hot cum deep into her ass. As she felt Louis come inside her, Grace orgasmed as well, screaming her pleasure aloud as her juices gushed out of her spasming pussy. She collapsed on to the bed, feeling the dampness on her thighs as she continued to shudder in orgasm. She luxuriated in the wonderfully warm glow of her climax, half asleep until she felt his strong hands unlocking her handcuffs. Grace turned to watch her lover beside her, "Oh God.... that was incredible" Louis grinned like a man who had all his sexual wishes granted in one night. "Are you ready to go again?" she asked innocently. Louis turned pale, splutterring, "Again?" Grace licked her lips, "There are a few things we haven't tried yet." Louis groaned inwardly until he felt her soft lips engulf his softening cock. She was good, her tongue flicking deliciously over the head as her supple fingers massaged his balls. He felt himself growing, stiffening until its hard length was fully erect. He watched entranced as Grace took him into her hot, wet mouth, deep throating him. Oh hell, he thought, reaching for her swaying breasts, a man can only live so long... *** <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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