Message-ID: <35198asstr$1013404210@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: dino@canoemail.com (Dino Dave) X-Original-Message-ID: Mime-Version: 1.0 NNTP-Posting-Date: Sun, 10 Feb 2002 15:07:19 +0000 (UTC) X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sun, 10 Feb 2002 15:07:19 +0000 (UTC) Subject: {ASSM} Surviver: Cast Intros: Peter and Sue: file 6/7 Surviver: Part 06/22 (mf, ff, bdsm, bondage) - peter.txt [1/1] Date: Mon, 11 Feb 2002 00:10:10 -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: hecate, newsman Peter and Sue: Peter and Sam were best buddies from High School. Peter was Sam's best man when he'd married Trish, and Peter met Sue, Trish's best friend and bridesmaid, at the wedding. That meeting, on that day of celebration, grew into a friendship that was quickly followed by a romance and, within the year, Peter and Susan were man and wife. Master and slave, actually. Sue promised, in the face of God, to cleave unto Peter. To love, honour and obey him, and she sincerely meant every word of those vows. For Sue was a submissive. Profoundly a counterpoint to Peter's dominant character. Peter was thirty six when he married Sue who was thirty one at the time. Peter had lost his first wife four years before, a victim of a stormy night and a drunk driver. His life took a downward spiral after that and he wasn't even going to attend his friend's wedding, but Sam had practically forced him to go. During the rehearsal, the evening before, Sam had been introducing Peter around to Trish's friends and he'd stopped in front of Susan. Peter looked up into the girl's face, and their eyes locked briefly before Sue looked down. The hook set deeply in Peter's heart. Later that evening, after the details of the ceremony had been worked out, Peter sat with Sue and the two talked for a while. Sam could see that his friend had found a friend with similar interests, and he was glad. Peter closed his e-mail program and stood, then left the den to go down the hall to their bedroom. At the door, he paused to drink in the sight of his wife, Sue, laying across their big oak four poster bed. His eyes followed the thick, red coloured ropes tied around each of the dark wooden posts of the bed. They lay softly across the brightly coloured hand stitched quilt and ended, tied snugly, around the wrists and ankles of Sue who lay spread eagled upon the silky bed cover. She was naked, with her long blond hair haloed around her head and spread across the pillow in soft waves. Her smooth ivory skin glistened, inviting a roaming hand, or the touch of stiff leather. A hint of pale fuzz at her apex, modestly covering, hiding nothing. Her arousal visible; sparkling dew at pouting lips and nipples stiffened, ready. Peter caught the motion as her head turned slightly and she gazed upon her Master as he stood motionless in the doorway. A small smile lifted the corners of her mouth. Softly he moved into the room to the side of the bed. Peter began to undo his belt and unzip his jeans. He let them drop to the floor and he stepped out of them, then pulled his tee shirt off over his head. Sitting on the bed, he placed his hand upon Sue's taught little belly. He felt her tremble at the contact. Tracing a finger lightly downward, he parted the soft curls. Then below, he felt the tender folds of her hot pussy. Sue's hips gave an involuntary twitch as she attempted to increase the sensation of his touch. Peter moved to lay himself upon his wife, to cover her with his six foot one, well muscled frame. He was mindful not to press down too hard on her, yet, he knew she loved it when he did. Sue stood five foot four in bare feet and weighed 105 pounds soaking wet. Peter's weight pressed her into the softness of the mattress causing the ropes binding her to pull at her limbs. Sue loved it when her man would cover her so completely. She tried to bring her arms up and around him but the ropes held her fast. She sighed a contented sigh, with her body enveloped in the strong flesh of her master. His chest hairs prickled her nipples as he shifted slightly on top of her. She pulled again at the ropes, strained to increase the contact with his firm, warm skin. Then she relaxed into the feelings of the tight confinement from her bonds, from the mattress pressing against her back and from her master's solid weight pressing down from above. Peter moves himself downward a bit to plant kisses on her forehead, between her eyes, and on the tip of her cute nose. Softly brushing her lips with his, he moves downward, encircling her neck with kisses, then down. Bending at the knees, he moves his head down to nuzzle the place between her breasts. His hands on those firm mounds, nipples between fingertips, he kneads the flesh of her two luscious globes. Then, continuing his explorations, he crosses the plain of her firm, but oh, so soft tummy. Downward still, tiny kisses on his submissive's warm flesh, to that place, those soft downy curls. To her center. Peter breathes deep of her arousal and then dips his head and feasts. In only moments Sue screams out his name as the orgasm that has been withheld for long hours bursts forth, flooding his mouth and tongue with the bittersweet nectar of her release. Again, he follows the frantic motion of her hips, maintains contact with the tiny nubbin of nerve endings that is Sue's clit, and drives her up, up, over the edge once more. Sue's breath is coming in ragged gasps as Peter moves down to release the ropes from her ankles. Gathering her twitching legs in his arms he moves up again. On his knees, and raising her legs up, he touches her, there, with his hard pole. Holding her feet up in the air, he uses his other hand on himself to spread her wetness around, mixing her juices with the pre cum leaking from his cock. Then, when everything is nice and slippery, he plunges into her and fills her up with his stiff thickness. Sue gasps, and it begins. Peter inches forward on his knees to drive himself deeper into her. Hands gripping her ankles, he holds her legs up, firmly. He feels the ridges around them that the ropes have left. Then, his arms around her thighs, he presses her legs to his chest and her heels against his neck and he dips his head to nuzzle the soles of her tiny feet. All the while pounding, driving into her with eight inches of solid meat. Sue screams again, her peak taking hold. Peter bites down on the tough skin on the sole of her left foot. Sue's cries of passion increase in pitch as the pain floods her brain, pushing her peak to an even higher level. Then, down she drops, shaking her head wildly and her hair flies around. Peter slows his strokes and rubs the spot where he bit her with his fingers to sooth away the pain. Sue opens her eyes and he sees them shining brightly, two, deep, blue pools. He shifts an inch closer and begins the slow, deep stroking with his cock that will begin the ending of this lovemaking session. Later on they lay together, coming down from the heart pounding rush. Peter has released one of Sue's arms so that she can lay on top of him. He holds her gently to him, possessively, in his strong arms. Softly, he speaks. "Sam and Trish are back from their cottage," he tells her. "Sam said that Trish had an interesting experience in the caverns." "Did they say anything about the surviver contest?" she asks. "Sam said thanks for sending in their entry form. He said they could sure use the money." "It would be a blast if we both got chosen." "Yes my sweet, that it would." --------------------------------------------------------- -- 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. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+