Message-ID: <42479asstr$1053072602@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20030515202732.22590.qmail@mail.com> Content-Disposition: inline Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit MIME-Version: 1.0 From: ellem52@mail.com X-Originating-Server: ws1-8.us4.outblaze.com X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Thu, 15 May 2003 15:27:32 -0500 Subject: {ASSM} Buzzer :: The Word Date: Fri, 16 May 2003 04:10:02 -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: newsman, dennyw Buzzer :: The Word ellem52@mail.com MF F, MC, voy --- 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. --- Sherri couldn't decide between the short black mini and the boots or the skin tight PVC pants. The thing about the boots was that hair would get in them and that was annoying. However, the tips were always pretty good when she wore a skirt. Being a hairdresser was all Sherri ever wanted to be. She'd been playing with hair her whole life and now just a few weeks out of high school she was a real hairdresser making real choices about how she would get the best tip. Ultimately, because she was going out after work, she chose the shiny black PVC pants, which meant, of course, no underwear. She wore a black rubbery tank and a sheer white shirt cut to look like a man's Oxford. Although she was a D cup she wore no bra. Her swinging tits were wrapped tight and her big nipples meant big tips. Sherri yanked the big zipper up around her heart shaped ass past her hairless pussy and left the final teeth open under her belly and walked out to go to work. The PVC clung to her, bunched up and rubbed her deliciously. The car ride to the shop was short but left her moist due to the way the upholstery gripped the back of her pants and forced the hard zipper into her slit. She smoothed the pants out once she got out of her car and walked confidently into the shop. Even though there were other pretty girls in the shop, none could hold a candle to Sherri's unbridled sex appeal. Her pouting lips and thick tongue looked like they should be in the act of fellatio at all times. Thin, but curvy five foot four inch body. Soft brown eyes, milky skin and deep auburn hair. Makeup like a movie star and, of course, a perfect haircut. Sherri was sex. It was part of her. Although her experience was limited her inability to be anything but dead sexy was uncanny. It had been like that since she was eleven when her breasts began growing. The looks changed. Her uncles and cousins hugged her longer and boys were suddenly very interested in her. Within a few months she'd wrapped her whole family around her little finger, especially her Father. Her "sweet ass", as she'd heard him call it, got her everything she wanted. She imagined that while he made love to her Mother he was thinking of her, which happened to be true. The tips were pretty good. Her winning smile and generous mounds were making her good money. Just before closing he came in. Since Sherri was the new girl she'd gotten stuck with him. Him. He was a little older, gray hair, not actually bad looking just weird. He talked in a really slow and deliberate way. Sherri had only cut his hair three times but she always felt weird after they were done. Like she had to do something. The haircuts here were terrible, but the girls were young, hot, and stupid. Freddy had tried to get a few of the girls to date him by asking but they were all stuck up. A comic book style ad had given him an idea and he began trying to learn hypnosis. He could see it was not working until the newest girl started. She looked even more confused than normal when he began trying to hypnotize her. He'd never been able to actually hypnotize her and she never even acknowledged his normal advances. Freddy had pretty much given up but today his snobby little slut looked so good he had to try. The owner watched as Sherri began cutting Freddy's hair. Freddy was a regular and he tried to get a date with every girl she'd ever hired. Sherri seemed different to her, her body was just amazing. She could have been a model if she were five inches taller. Amanda hoped Sherri didn't get lured into the strip clubs down the block like a few of the girls she'd hired. There was something so alluring about the way the PVC stretched around her ass and fought against the thick silver zipper. Sherri seemed to be cutting his hair very slowly. "Do you understand my instructions?" Freddy said in a flattone. "Yes." "You look good today." "Thanks." "You are sexy." "Uh." "Lean over and press your breasts against my shoulder." "OK." "Push your crotch against my knee." "Uh-huh" Amanda thought she should go over but then Sherri seemed to just go back to normal. Then Sherri seemed to dance for Freddy for a moment and shake her tits. Then she went back to cutting his hair. Freddy got up, tipped her and walked out. "Everything OK, doll?" "Yeah. It's all good. Here's for the haircut." "Going out tonight?" "Yes." "Are you sure you're OK? You seem... I don't know, distracted." "I'm OK Amanda, thanks though." "So you are going out tonight" "Yes," Sherri said in a monotone. Amanda thought her response was odd and watched her walk out. She seemed... stiff to her. Her usual bounce was missing from her step. Almost as if she were drugged or a zombie, simply weird. Amanda closed up the shop and left as she often did out the back door which led to a private parking lot. She heard voices outside the door. That always made her nervous. Even though this was a fairly good neighborhood sometimes the skater kids leered at her in a way that worried her. She opened the door anyway. Sherri was walking around a man, Freddy, in a very seductive, flirtatious way. Her PVC wrapped curves shining under the parking lot lights as she dragged a finger around him like a Maypole ribbon. Sherri put her mouth against his neck and Amanda could see her tongue lick him. "You want to don't you?" "Yes." "Are you my little slut?" "Yes." "Why don't you pull my dick out and suck it?" "Yes." Sherri dropped to her knees and opened Freddy's pants and pulled his manhood out. Amanda thought the light must be playing tricks because Freddy seemed huge. Grotesque, disfigured, massive. Sherri buried it with one movement. She pulled his cock up and licked and kissed it. Amanda saw that his cock was as big as Sherri's head. Sherri pumped it with both hands. Her white shirt now on the ground. "You love to swallow, don't you?" Sherri had never swallowed semen, but now she simply moaned with her mouth full of Freddy's cock. He came very hard. The beautiful teen below him sucking his cock. She was under his control. She was an amazing cock sucker, but the power he had over her was the real aphrodisiac. Her body was his. He stood her up, her hand still on his massive tool, stroking it back into a rigid pole. He opened the door to her SUV and bent her over the front seat. One foot on the ground one on the runner. "Are you getting wet for me?" Sherri felt herself gush suddenly. Freddy reached between her legs and slowly pulled her zipper separating her pants completely. His huge cock parting her dripping lips. He moved himself around, positioning the head, readying himself to impale her tight hole. Amanda watched as her new hair dresser prepared to be fucked by a regular customer whose sexual organ was apparently deformed. Amanda bit her lip and realized her perfectly manicured hand pushing down into her jeans and grabbed at her moist sex. Her middle finger manipulating her clit. She watched, she could barely hear them. "Tell me how bad you want it." "I want you so bad. I need you. I am yours." "Do you love me?" "I love you, ughh!" Freddy shoved himself fully inside her. He spread her cheeks and used his leverage and strength to stuff himself inside her tiny pussy. His six foot frame over powered the tight muscles of her vagina bashing himself into her. Sherri's mind cleared for a moment as the pain of her tight young box was ripped apart by the tremendous prong that battered her. Her shirt was ripped up by hands and her huge tits flopped out. Her nipples were pinched, pulled and rock hard. "Buzzer." Sherri's mind closed as Freddy continued to fuck her body with deep viscous thrusts. Her squeals were clearly heard by Amanda who stood in her doorway with her jeans pulled down to her mid thighs as both hands were in her body. Her eyes fluttered and she moaned as she orgasmed watching Sherri getting her brains fucked out. The sounds Sherri made as the huge cock disappeared and reappeared from her crotch. Amanda orgasmed again as Sherri screamed into her truck, her legs dangling uselessly as he pounded her. "Oh! You! Fucking! Bitch! You! Are! So! Tight!" His cock was slathered in her cum and tightly squeezed inside her tiny body. Her cunt was hot. Wet. He was thrusting inside her violently. She shook with every deep thrust. He'd suggested she would cum hard. Harder than she'd ever cum before. It was debilitating. Mind numbing. His cock was destroying her body and he had control of her mind. She began to realize who was fucking her, raping her. "Oh God! NO! Stop!" "Buzzer." "Fuck me, fuck me!" Amanda heard the word he'd said and began to realize what was happening. She rubbed her clit even more furiously bringing her to an orgasm that weakened her knees. Both hands working her, front and back. He'd done something to her. He was controlling her. She was being taken by a man. Amanda came again, just thinking about that. Sherri's pussy was like a greasy velvet fist that was death gripped around his cock. It was milking him. Her cunt was stretched so far. She was begging him for more cock. She was helpless to stop his manic fucking. She could not stop him. He owned her now. He fucked the eighteen year old as hard as he could. Her young body ready to snap. He had her right where he'd always wanted one of these bitches. These snotty little hot bitches. Bitches that wouldn't give him the time of day even though he'd heard them describe how good a big cock would feel. It was like he was fucking the shit out of every one of those bitches. This one begged him for it as his balls slapped her naked pussy. Sherri only knew that this man was the best fuck in the world. That this man was her master. That she would do anything this man said. That this man made her cum harder than she ever came. She was a slut for this man. And that her pussy hurt. "You love it bitch?" "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah..." "You a cum slut?" "Yes..." "You gonna cum for me bitch? CUM!" Sherri squealed out loud, her cunt exploding, body shaking, unable to control her muscles. It was as if electricity coursed through her. She convulsed. Screaming, gasping, gulping breaths as she swore she loved him, she was a cum slut, he was her master. He came on her ass in huge ropes of sticky cum. It splashed up her back and he held onto the door to keep from falling as he emptied his balls onto her. His cock twitched as it continued cumming despite his now empty balls. Freddy felt spent. He also felt powerful. God like. He looked down on the little girl whose perfect body he had just stuffed with cock. She continued shuddering from the crushing orgasms that had torn her apart. She'd never been fucked like that. Her body used. It was her purpose to be used like this for this man. This beautiful man she loved completely. The thunderous movement of his perfect cock inside her body. He was everything. She worshipped him. His cock. He was master. Amanda sat, spent on the floor, her pussy too wet to pull her underwear and pants back up. She was dizzy from cum. Sherri's amazing young body took a fucking Amanda would have died from. She looked on as Freddy wiped her ass dry with her sheer white shirt. Sherri's pants split up the middle the skin tight PVC still clinging to her calves and powerful thighs. Sherri slid out of the truck and mouthed Freddy's softening cock. He pulled her up and fixed her shirt and zippered her pants trapping the wetness inside the pants. He rubbed her tender sex as he kissed her. Sherri was dazed, both from the sex and from the hypnosis Freddy had perpetrated on her. She regained her composure and found herself sore and alone in her truck. She had odd memories of very rough sex but nothing that connected. She drove home, forgetting to meet her friends. Freddy masturbated furiously reenacting his domination of Sherri. He reveled in his mastery of her young body. How he broke her. Made her cum on command. How he could do it anytime he wanted. --- The next day Sherri was on the early shift. Generally there were fewer haircuts to do and so the tips were more important. Sherri wore a black leather mini and her five inch heeled boots. She wore a skin tight Lycra top and left her bra on her dresser. Amanda looked her over when she walked in. It was dead. "Sherri, come back her and have a coffee with me." "OK Amanda," Sherri walked to the back room. Amanda was sitting at the card table they used as a lunchroom. "Buzzer!" Suddenly Sherri knew that her body was for Amanda's use. Sherri loved Amanda and wanted to please her. She wanted make her cum. She wanted Amanda to fuck her with the huge dildo she was holding. -- __________________________________________________________ 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 | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+