Message-ID: <41233asstr$1047582603@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20030313150053.41882.qmail@mail.com> Content-Disposition: inline Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit MIME-Version: 1.0 From: "Lou Moran" X-Originating-Server: ws1-11.us4.outblaze.com X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Thu, 13 Mar 2003 10:00:52 -0500 Subject: {ASSM} The Promise :: Kristen's Unproductive Day Date: Thu, 13 Mar 2003 14:10:03 -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, newsman The Promise :: Kristen's Unproductive Day ellem52@mail.com MF Mast --- Can you vote in the USA? Does sex make you happy? Got a good grip on reality vs. fantasy? If you answered YES to these questions read on. --- This is like a spin-off from the Train Stories series. --- Kristen thought all day about the amazing things Mark had done to her with his tongue, mouth, hands. She shuddered every time she remembered. Her fingers clutched her thighs and her eyes closed. In her new satellite office she was often alone except for her junior assistant. A large woman who liked Kristen and hated her position, this office and the company she toiled for. "Got some," Lorena asked in falsetto. "What?" "Baby, you squirming around in your chair like that, this lady knows what you did." "I," Kristen started incredulously, "I didn't do anything." "OK." Lorena said twisting herself around to face her screen. After several minutes of typing away in the black and green terminal she half whispered, "What did he do to you?" Kristen smiled. "He used his tongue and hands on me. I came so hard I was shaking. I was crying it felt so good. It was like I was completely overcome." "Mmmm. Come 'on tell the lady more." "I was wearing this," Kristen said pulling her red foil dress out of her bag, crumpled and stuck together. Lorena put her chin in her hand and spread her fore and middle finger in a vee and licked between them with her fat tongue. Kristen felt dizzy just seeing a tongue making the motions. Her eyes lost focus as she remembered the way he sucked. Hard but his mouth was soft at the same time. "Well I was for a little while," she said stuffing the dress back down into the black bag, "First we had these really hot kisses. Then he slid down me, he just couldn't stop touching me, the dress. He pushed up my dress," Kristen said and shuddered, "and his mouth just made everything in the world disappear. It was like the only things in the world were my eyes, his mouth and my pussy." Kristen gasped out loud. "Baby you making the Lady wanna cum. So did you let John push it in?" "John?" "Your husband?" Lorena stopped and considered the dress, "Wait a minute, you wouldn't have brought the dress with you to work. Baby, you having an affair?" "No, no, I was just caught up in the moment." "Baby, you a terrible liar. You can trust this Lady. Did he stuff your bird?" "No, he was too big. It scared me. He is huge. Much bigger than John." "Baby, how big could he be?" Kristen used her hands to show Lorena. "Baby," Lorena said shoving a pad to her, "draw it for theLady." Lorena knew whatever the size it would be fairly accurate. Kristen had a good eye and was drawing so quickly that she clearly remembered the man's penis. Lorena figured that Kristen had probably been thinking about it all day. When Kristen flipped the pad back Lorena looked at it a recoiled. "Baby this boy will split you in two. Mmm, mmm, mmm. That's some piece of meat. My God," Lorena said slapping a 12 inch wooden ruler down next to Kristen's sketch, "Honey that's a ten inch dick. Oh Lord, this Lady thinks it might be eleven. Baby, how wide is it?" Kristen circled her two hands together, "But I never touchedit." "What?" "He was too big." "But you were soaked. He didn't just put it in you?" "No. No he was a gentleman. I was laying on the couch shaking, on my stomach, after he came, my ass was right there. He could have done it to me right there. I was totally spent. Weak." "You didn't touch it and he came?" "Yeah. I just teased him. He came so hard, but he looked like he could have fucked me right after he was done. I could barely move." "Sweety you'll be barely able to walk after he puts this fuck stick in you," Lorena said shaking the pad. "I know." "What are you going to do?" "I don't know." "Are you going to see him again?" "Yes." Kristen tried to work but all she could do was think about Mark and his porn star penis. PSP. She couldn't get the idea of him impaling her over and over out of her mind. What if he'd just jumped on her and stuck that thing inside her. Just fucked her, pinning her down on that couch, ramming her without any regard for her pleasure or pain. What if he just used her tight body as his toy? John had ravaged her in the beginning. He is perfectly sized for Kristen. His manhood satisfied her. She'd never felt out of control with him. Nothing like the feelings that flooded her with Mark, consumed her. John was a beautiful man and his devotion to children's sports was inspiring. His sudden weight gain, inability to land a decent job and complete disinterest in sex, however, were not inspiring. In fact, Mark had come along at a time when Kristen was seriously thinking about cheating on John for a while. There had almost been infidelity right after the wedding. Kristen had been looking for a new car and a salesman had been very patient with her and had given her a good deal. A few days after the purchase she saw him in a chain restaurant at the bar while she and John hosted lunch for Little League. Kristen went to the bar to say, "Hello," and update Dave, the salesman, on how happy she was with her new car. Dave was a thick man. Large and thick. Not fat, but certainly not thin. They chit chatted for several minutes and Dave stood up and deftly pushed his fingers into her sex. He had just spun his fingers and twisted her cotton and spandex shorts and slipped his fingers right past her thong underwear plunging his index and middle fingers right into her. Her legs sprung open when he slapped the inside of her thigh. He ground his fingers in her up to his knuckles and pistoned her to his hand. His index finger's second calloused joint raked her clit. Kristen remembered her mouth agape, her tongue wet and heavy in her mouth. He only did it a few seconds. She slid off of the chair and his fingers. Kristen was completely soaked. Totally prepared for sex. Her legs were like soft springs. Dave steadied her. "Yeah, I thought so," he said swallowing his drink, "Any time I wanted to." Kristen's legs tried to squeeze the feeling out of her crotch just like they had that day. She'd attacked John when they got home. She used her mouth and hands on him like never before. She stayed on her knees for much longer than usual. She kept her eyes closed the entire time imagining Dave taking her right at the bar. She never went back to the dealership for fear that Dave would want to and that she wouldn't be able to refuse. Mark had gotten to her wet without ever touching her in the main office. His emails and Instant Messages were so steamy and so exact she couldn't get the images out of her mind. She imagined him doing everything he wrote. She imagined his tough sex talk as reality. She imagined. Lorena stole glances at Kristen, her boss, and could not believe that she sitting in her chair writhing in memory. She didn't know who the eleven inch dick belonged to but as long as it didn't belong to her husband she felt like she didn't have to work very hard anymore. She looked at Kristen. Smart, funny, sexy. Short. Such a little thing, five foot two, maybe five four. Jet black hair that gleamed even to the ends that hung as low as her perfectly proportioned breasts. Lorena watched her grinding her ass into her chair. Lorena had been with many women, her husbands had wanted her to be with women. "Well," Lorena thought, "I guess I like those women too." Kristen was too busy in her sexual world to even notice that Lorena was not only, not working, but staring at her. Watching her run her tiny hands up the back of her slender, leather wrapped calves. Grinding her fingers into her thighs. Rocking her high back executive chair back and forth. Her teeth sinking into her lower lip as she moaned out softly. "Baby, you're making this Lady crazy. I'm going to go out to lunch. You feel free to finish yourself." As soon as Lorena left Kristen yanked her dress up and crammed her fingers into her sopping sex. She spread her tight, hairless lips with her left hand fingers and her right hand fingers molested her slickened clit. Kristen shook and threw her left leg over the arm of the chair. Her right foot dug the heel of her boot into the thin business carpet. Her wedding band and engagement rings slid down her fingers as her thick juices gushed from her. The thoughts of Mark and Dave taking her, making her, forcing the cum from her little body. Mark crowded out the car salesman with his gigantic cock. All her thoughts went to him and his body breaking her. Getting to the bottom of her tiny sex. She imagines his weight on her. Pinning her beneath him. He is relentless, he is so forceful. She imagines John watching as Mark pounds her to a screaming orgasm. Kristen cums again and even though her hands have brought her to a shocking orgasm it is not anything like what Mark did to her earlier in the morning. Kristen is sweating when Lorena walks back in. "Oh baby, this Lady smells sex all over this room. You need to get yourself to the ladies room and clean up." Kristen robotically gets up and wobbles into the hall to the bathroom. "Who thought she shaved herself clean?" Lorena mused catching a glimpse of her creamy crotch. Kristen finished drying herself then looked at herself in the mirror. Who was this woman who looked back at her? This sex fiend that plotted to cheat on her husband? Who dressed like a stripper for a man she barely knew? Who wore no underwear? Who had just masturbated in her office and who had just admitted it all to a woman she knew disliked her? What was Mark doing to her? What was Mark going to do to her? Would he keep his promise? -- __________________________________________________________ Sign-up for your own FREE Personalized E-mail at Mail.com http://www.mail.com/?sr=signup ------- ASSM Moderation System Notice-------- This post has been reformatted by the ASSM Moderation Team due to inadequate formatting. -- 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 | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+