Message-ID: <29847asstr$987257403@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: egeil1@juno.com X-Original-Message-ID: <20010413.203909.-199357.1.egeil1@juno.com> Subject: {ASSM} Ed's Birthday Present Date: Sat, 14 Apr 2001 10:10:03 -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: gill-bates, RuiJorge I am waiting when you come home from work. You close the front door, drop a grocery bag on the floor and call me over to you. You look at me silently, then tell me to take off my clothes. I am too stunned to argue. As I turn back to you, naked, you loosen and remove your necktie. "On your knees," you command. The tie is in your hands now. As I kneel before you, I get a quick glimpse of the belt you are wearing. It is the special one, the one with the little silver animals on it. Then you cover my eyes with the necktie and knot it behind me . . . . The next thing I know you are in my mouth, thrusting, then pulling back to let me play with you, then thrusting again. The only sound is of your breathing, becoming faster and more labored. You grab my hair in your hands and pull me towards you. You groan and I feel your cum spurting into my mouth . . . Then you pull abruptly away and your hot cum lands on my breasts and drips off my nipples. You pull me to my feet and guide me through the house. My feet touch cold tile. The bathroom! I turn toward you in shock, but I don't have time to say anything. You push me to my knees again. "I have to pee. Open your mouth!" NO!!! I pull back and turn my head away. You grab my hair and pull me toward you. "Open, NOW!" I am trembling, but I comply. Moments later, I hear the sound, inches away, of a stream hitting the water in the toilet next to me. After the initial shock, I relax . . . you were just teasing me. The stream subsides, and you turn toward me again. "Clean me." I reach out with my tongue, but you push past it. "Take me into your mouth and suck me clean." Your cock slides into me mouth . . . . Suddenly a hot stream hits the back of my throat! I try to pull away, but you hold my head. Then, just as quickly as it started, it ends. I realize with shock that it was deliberate, you had saved the last of it for me! "Suck!", you command again. And I do, as your cock hardens and lifts in my mouth. Then you step back and pull me to my feet again. You guide me onto the toilet. "Sit and pee," you tell me. The seat is damp with your urine and the backs of my legs get wet. I try to pee, but you are standing over me, and I feel your eyes on me. I can't. Your cock is at my lips again, hard as a rock now. My lips part, and my bladder finally releases. A small flood pours into the toilet, as your cock thrusts gently in and out of my mouth. The flow subsides and you pull me up again. I protest, I want to clean myself. No, you say, you don't want to lose the flavor. Some pee drips down my leg as you guide me out of the bathroom. You take me into the bedroom and tell me to climb up onto the bed. I am still on my hands and knees as you fasten a pair of wrist cuffs around my arms and bind me to the headboard. I wait in silence. The dresser drawer opens. Then you are beside me again, dragging something over my head and down my back. It feels soft, comfortable. I relax as you let it tickle my bottom. The strands of soft leather start to separate . . . . As you lift it from my body, I realize too late and start to cry out. But my cry is cut off by the sting of the lashes hitting my bottom, as you bring the whip down on me again and again. I gasp for air and beg you to stop. I can picture you, still in your business suit, standing over me, lashing out with the whip . . . . The straps sear my flesh and heat spreads across my bottom. My cunt moistens. The wetness spreads down my thighs. My breath is coming in short, loud gasps . . . . Then the blows stop. The dresser drawer closes again. And your hands grab me, spreading me cheeks apart. Your tongue flickers over my cunt, then dips into it as you bury your face in the wetness. You lap up the liquid, like a thirsty animal. Then your tongue wanders back, across my bottom. I am begging you to let me feel you, to let me feel the tip of your tongue inside me. You kiss my bottom gently, then let your tongue wander back to my asshole, where it probes tentatively at first, then boldly, making me cry and beg you for more . . . . You pull back and, in a husky voice, order me to beg for what I want. I am ashamed at first and can only whisper, but you urge me on until I finally cry out to you to fuck me, please FUCK ME! I hear you unbuckle your belt (I had forgotten about that belt!) . . . . then a quiet rustling of fabric as you finally take your clothing off. I feel your breath on me, and then your tongue is inside my cunt again, exploring, tasting. You pull back and I can feel you standing over me. A thrill of anticipation rushes through me. Then quietly, oh so quietly, you apologize. The first blow sends me reeling. I try to pull away, but you grab me by the hair and hold me back. The crack of the belt hitting my buttocks is so loud, it almost drowns out the pain. Almost. I cry out. But you don't answer, you are so absorbed in your task. The blows are lower now, across my thighs. I try to resist, but I can't. With each blow, the liquid flows out of me, down my legs, soaking into the bedding . . . . You finally stop and put the belt down. You gently and carefully trace the imprints left on my buttocks with your finger. You caress my thighs and cunt and ask me if I'm ready for you to fuck me now. Yes, I beg, please, yes. You leave my side again and I hear a rustling. The grocery bag? Then you kneel behind me. I can feel your cock hard against my ass. You bury your fingers in my cunt and I groan. (to be continued) <1st attachment begin> <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. The post was sent as an email attachment and has been converted by ASSTR ASSM moderation software. ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ -- 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. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+