Message-ID: <36053asstr$1018516204@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: "Preeti Young" X-Original-Message-ID: X-OriginalArrivalTime: 11 Apr 2002 00:51:14.0659 (UTC) FILETIME=[FB573B30:01C1E0F2] X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Thu, 11 Apr 2002 00:51:14 +0000 Subject: {ASSM} The Matthew Fantasies #4 Date: Thu, 11 Apr 2002 05:10:04 -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, dennyw Hot and unexpected at the office... _________________________________________________________________ Send and receive Hotmail on your mobile device: http://mobile.msn.com <1st attachment, "MatthewFantasy4.txt" begin> Send all comments to pyt1978@hotmail.com The Matthew Fantasies: Fantasy 4 copyright 2002, PYT "I need that hard cock, baby....service me, Matthew..give it to me, give it....unnnnhhhh..." BZZZZZZZZZZZ.... Shit. 10 pm. Another damned dream. I've awakened from my post-studying nap to yet another fucking wet dream, only to realize that my fantasy male is nowhere near. This was driving me insane, and I had to put a stop to it. As I hopped into the shower after slamming the alarm off, my thoughts drifted to our last night together, and how you'd fucked me into a near stupor. Fucking spectacular. Thrusting so hard...just the right amount of rough, just the perfect smidgen of gentle. I've wanted you so badly since then. I lathered my fragrant body wash onto the loofah, scrubbing the gentle fragrance over my brown shower-slicked skin. I rinsed off, paying a little extra attention to my clit, but not too much...I had something special planned for later. I quickly got dressed and left my apartment. I drove over to your office, knowing you'd be working late and worn out. ********************************** I knocked gently on your office door. I waited as patiently as I could, as I heard low rustling coming from behind the door. You finally pulled it open..taking one look at me standing there, wearing that tight white halter dress that I knew you'd love, with my strappy white sandals, and silver jewelry to compliment the look, I knew you'd approve of my plan. The door still swung open, we stood on the threshold, grabbing at each others' waists and kissing deeply almost instantaneously...no standard greetings would be necessary this time. Our tongues intertwining, wrapping and licking around the others' so fiercely, so passionately, as you feel my breasts crushed against your chest, and i feel your hard cock-meat poking into my taut stomach. Your hands slide down to grab and squeeze possesively at my firm ass, and I make my way down the side of your neck, gently biting and kissing you, unable to keep my hands off that sweet cock of yours that drives me to the most wanton behavior. You drive your nose into my shower-fresh fragrant hair and inhale deeply. Your breathing shortens, and I know that it's only a matter of time before our clothes are strewn into a heap in the corner of the office. Still embraced, you take a few steps backward with me in your arms, and slam the door shut, then promptly guide my small frame against the door and lean into me. Still tonguing like mad, you kneel down slightly, and I bend over to keep your lips on mine. You run your strong, manly hands up my toned, firm brown legs from about midcalf, and keep going until you hit the hem of my little white dress, just above my knees--but you don't stop there. You continue to confidently slide those warm firm hands up to my thighs, and with your right hand, you greedily reach for my dampened slit, totally unencumbered by panties for tonight's seduction, and run a finger teasingly, firmly against my engorged clit and promptly remove it. You then proceed to wrap both hands onto my lush ass and you squeeze and massage the cheeks, while biting at my braless tits through the thin material of the halter. You're out of control, and I can see it in the wildness of your eyes. That's exactly what i wanted for tonight. You've made me fantasize about you to the brink of near insanity, and tonight I was going to have my release. I briskly unbutton your tan oxford shirt, that compliments your eyes so well. The firmness of your broad, tanned chest is like a fucking oasis after a month in the fiercest desert heat, and I dive right in, licking and sucking at your pecs and your nipples like there's no tomorrow. I feel you untie the knot at the top of my halter, and feel the top being lowered down to my waist, and then the cool rush of air and the warm heat of your perfect lips and tongue wrapping around my left nipple. I am in heaven. I continue to pinch at your nipples and massage your chest, eventually running my fingers down the small trickle of downy hair past your navel. I undo your belt like a woman possessed and smile hungrily as i let your khaki slacks drop around your feet...you kick off your shoes and socks briskly, and remove your pants. You stand before me in your near naked perfection, save your cartoon charactered boxers, (which I find so cute, by the way). We manage to pull my dress down over my hips, and I stand there, naked, nipples erect, hot slit dripping wet and wearing those strappy white sandals. We dive into each other, grasping, groping, kissing, sucking everywhere in a sexual frenzy. It's been much too long, Matthew, I whisper to you, as you scoop me up in your arms. I wrap my legs around you, and you position my tight, waiting slit over your turgid manhood. We both exhale loudly, lips pressed together in a passionate lock, as we feel you breaking into the barrier of my tightness. You call out my name, as you set me roughly against the wall, grabbing on to my ass for support, fucking me like a stallion. The door is cold on my back, your hands hot on my ass, and your thickness stretching and filling my little slit to the brim. You fuck me roughly against the wall, making me cry out your name, running my hands through your hair in such heat, such passion, Matthew. My body starts to shake, and you know that I'm close...you continue to ride me, like your little doll, lifting me up and down off of your thick cock, and I can't hold back...as my clit rubs against your pubic bone, I come fiercely, calling out your name, just as I did in my wet dream less than an hour before, but this time, it's all too real. Still holding me in your arms, you make your way to the chair of your desk, and sit down. I press my chest into yours, and we continue another long, passionate lip lock, as i continue to impale myself on your manhood. I pull up, nearly off of your beautiful cock, then slide back down so slowly, grinding myself into your lap in a circular motion on each downstroke. I gaze into your eyes with the utmost intensity as I do this Matthew, and there's no doubt in your mind of how badly I need you. There's still a sense of urgency, as you raise your hips to meet my throbbing pussy on every downstroke, and before i know it, you're pounding into me uncontrollably, as I ride you, cumming once more in waves this time. As I call out your name, your mouth and hands wrapped around my tits, you groan, so deeply, so passionately, barely whispering my name between strokes, as I flex and release my cunny's grip around your thick heat. As I reach down behind me and gently grasp those huge cum-engorged balls, and you buck against me on each downstroke, your breathing stops and you peak-- one of my pointed nipples in your mouth, the other, being rolled fiercely between two fingers. I feel your hot seed splash into me as if shot out of a cannon...several shots spurt deep inside my full, throbbing pussy, and i collapse into you, knowing that this was absolutely well worth the wait. _____________________________________________ Send all comments to pyt1978@hotmail.com Also, visit my free erotica website at www.aiasden.com, for free access to this and other erotica written by myself, and a few of my favorite authors! <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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