Message-ID: <41063asstr$1046290204@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: "just empath BJ" X-Original-Message-ID: X-OriginalArrivalTime: 26 Feb 2003 12:21:23.0858 (UTC) FILETIME=[93BF4F20:01C2DD91] X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Wed, 26 Feb 2003 08:51:23 -0330 Subject: {ASSM} "Hidden" {Dancer} (MF oral ) X-Original-Subject: [ASSM] "Hidden" {Dancer} (MF oral ) Date: Wed, 26 Feb 2003 15:10:04 -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: RuiJorge, gill-bates Warning: This story contains 'mature subject matter and is intended for adult audiences. If you are unable to vote where you live, please stop reading this post and remove any copies you possess. (Sorry, but you'll be better off; trust us!) Disclaimer: If you persist in browsing/possessing this work of erotica, the author and her editor/poster cannot be held responsible for any misfortune that befalls you. (we WILL, however, take credit for any strokes of luck - "He met the girl of his dreams because of US!" :) ) Copyright: This work of prose is the intellectual property of Dancer, who - by virtue of the Berne Convention - owns the sole rights of publication to it; do not attempt to use this material for profit without express permission of the author. Note: We're baaack; personal issues have left dancer and I off-line for some time now, sadly. But we haven't not been writing, just not POSTING; here's the latest from my masterful wife... _________________________________________________________________ Add photos to your messages with MSN 8. Get 2 months FREE*. http://join.msn.com/?page=features/featuredemail <1st attachment, "Hidden-e.txt" begin> Hidden (MF, oral) Dancer c 2003 The hot fingers stroking my stomach roused me from my sleep. I petted the crown of her long, dark hair and felt the blood swell into my cock as her hand roamed down there. Her lips joined her fingers, teasing me to a full arousal. The heat of her mouth engulfed me a moment later and I moaned softly. I opened my eyes and slitted their gaze in her direction, even as I reached to shift her hair out of the way. For once, she didn't stop me. But, I guess she knew I couldn't see much in the dark and without my glasses. As she suckled my member, I thought back to the evening before when we'd met at the dance club. * * * * Most of that time was a blur. I'd gotten pretty drunk at the club. I remembered watching her dance - the way she tossed her black mane around herself and the sexiness she exuded in the swing of her hips. Oh yeah. She'd definitely caught my eye right off. I'd sobered myself up enough to make a beeline for her in the thick crowd. When I did manage to reach her, she surprised me by backing into me. This was no mistake. This mystery girl knew exactly what she was doing. Her hands reached back to my thighs and she gyrated her ass sensually against my crotch. I placed my palms along her hips and tried to follow her moves. I rested my face against her hair, my mouth near her left ear, and whispered, "Turn around." She hummed negatively, raising her arms up and looping them around my neck. This pose thrust her large breasts out and what's a guy to do? I slowly eased my hands up her body to her chest. When my fingers discovered her erect nipples poking through the silky material of her little, black dress, my dick went instantly hard. I squeezed the hefty mounds playfully; the sharp intake of her sigh louder to me than the pulsating music. "I wanna fuck you," I breathed harshly. Not my best line. She lowered her arms, quickly stealing my glasses off my face. Then she turned around and I could just make out the motions of her hiding them in her deep cleavage. She kissed me hard on the mouth and cupped the bulge of my cock in her left palm. Unwilling to pass up such a golden opportunity, I wrapped my arms around her curvaceous body and kissed her back. Apparently, I hadn't been the only one drinking. When our tongues met, I tasted tequila. As she pulled away, the hand on my groin shifted to my belt. She grabbed the thick leather and guided me out of the club. We ended up at a no-tell motel down the street. She ignored the lobby and headed straight for one of the rooms on the second floor. My glasses weren't the only item buried in her top. She removed a key from there and unlocked the appropriate door. She lightly shoved me onto the bed, leaving me with a brief, promising kiss before disappearing into the bathroom. I took this time alone to flip on the lights. Nothing happened. I shook my head in the darkness, admiring her keen planning. The little vixen had done something with the lights, probably unscrewed the bulbs. But before I could rectify the situation, Miss X returned. The light from the bathroom silhouetted her luscious body. She stood in the doorway, leaning one hand against it. As she strolled toward me, I could see she'd taken off her dress. Her bra and panties were black and highlighted the creaminess of her skin. My breathing slowed when she trailed her hands down my shirt, tisking disapprovingly. "You didn't give me much time," I told her and whipped off my shirt. She giggled in reply and knelt beside my feet, helping me take off my shoes and socks. Unbuckling my belt, I watched her stand. My fingers stilled as she hooked her thumbs under the elastic of her panties. When the top of her mound came into view, I urged my hands to hurry up. Quickly, I shucked off my jeans and underwear, kicking them aside while I eyed the striptease. Her panties landed on top of my pants when she threw them. She walked over to me and turned, lifting her hair questioningly. I obliged. My nimble fingers unhooked her bra and I gently slid the straps down her pale shoulders. I reached around and cupped her breasts. They drooped slightly from the weight and I smiled. My girl was naturally big-busted. I toyed with her nipples as she straddled my thighs, rolling the perky tips between my fingers. Her moans of pleasure were music to my ears. She played with my cock - rubbing the head along her moist, swollen lips - and fondled my balls with great care. My left hand worked its way to her pussy, sliding into the narrow cleft at the top. A knowing fingertip found her clit and teased the slick pearl. I continued to knead her tits and toy with her turgid nipples, feeling her writhe in my embrace. "Do you want me inside you?" I asked eagerly. "Uh-huh," she answered, her voice too high-pitched for me to recognize. She rolled off me and onto the bedspread, offering me to fuck her doggie style. I climbed up behind her high, round ass and used my knees to force her legs further apart. I guided my dick to her damp pussy and pressed the tip into her gradually. I didn't know what to expect - a snug virgin or an experienced lover. As far as I could tell, she wasn't a virgin but her cunt was tight enough to give that impression. In the beginning, I thrust slowly to give her body a chance to adjust to the invasion. My hands massaged her back and I felt her relax under my touch. She arched against me like an alley cat and rested her face in the crook of her folded arms. I planted my palms alongside her rounded hips and started to fuck her sweet quim in earnest. Her muscles clenched around my cock and she lifted her upper body off the pillows. She tossed her hair across her shoulders, moaning in ecstasy as she bucked against me. The sexual haze surrounding my brain cleared when she called my name. "Oh, Mark," she cried softly. "Fuck me harder. I'm almost there." Although I wanted to know how she knew my name, I nevertheless quickened the thrust of my pelvis. She came seconds later, hugging my sensitive erection tightly with her strong cunt. I soon followed, pouring myself deep into her core. Wrung out, I somehow managed to pull out before flopping down next to her. She snuggled her back to me and I threw my arms around her, tenderly cradling the voluptuous orbs of her breasts. * * * * The question remained in my mind: who is this minx sucking my dick? She knew who I was if calling my name was any indication. Then again, 'Mark' isn't too uncommon these days. I only knew her body. She'd kept her face well hidden from me, even stealing my glasses. My brain went numb as I came in her mouth, my fingers gripping her dark tresses. Her throat worked effortlessly to swallow my juices. Satiated, I drifted into a light doze while she licked my limp member clean with her tongue. ======== end <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: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at Hosted by | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+