Message-ID: <43505asstr$1058872206@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <000801c35024$7e72bfc0$ccd70043@compaq> From: "Conjugate" X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2800.1165 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Tue, 22 Jul 2003 01:40:12 -0600 Subject: {ASSM} <*>The Deal, Part 1 X-Original-Subject: The Deal, Part 1 Date: Tue, 22 Jul 2003 07:10:06 -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: dennyw, IceAltar <1st attachment, "The Deal1.txt" begin> The Deal {Conjugate} <*> By Conjugate This is an adult story, meaning you shouldn't read it unless you are old enough to read stories like this. It contains explicit sex, so you shouldn't read it unless you want to read stories with explicit sex. This story is copyrighted 2003 by Conjugate, and all rights are reserved. This story may be transmitted via Usenet, archived at any _free_ archival site, and passed on to others as long as this header remains intact and no fee is charged for it. The Deal "So," she smirked, "you up for it?" It was hard not to agree to any suggestion posed by a nude young woman on his bed, he thought, and Laury was quite a nice-looking nude young woman. Her green eyes sparkled mischief at him through a stray lock of her slightly curly reddish-brown hair. Tempting indeed. But, he thought, better make sure there's no mistake. "Exactly what is this deal again?" She'd explained once, but for some reason he kept getting distracted. Perhaps because she'd been pulling off his pants at the time? Or the way she'd licked her lips? Or... "Okay," she said patiently, "here's the deal. If I can make you come inside of five minutes by the timer, you have to do anything I want, and if you can hold off until the timer rings, I'll do whatever you want. Within reason both ways, of course." "What does 'within reason' consist of?" "Oh, well, you know; no injuries, no blood, and nobody else is invited to play. No photographs. You know." He considered. It sounded okay, and her "within reason" clauses went a long way towards alleviating some of his doubts, but he still wasn't sure... Then she scooted towards him, and placed her hand lightly, oh, so very gently on his knee. Her fingernails ever so gently brushed the sensitive skin. She looked patiently at him, awaiting his decision, and he saw, or thought he saw, a real gleam of affection through the sexual arousal. He told himself it was the gleam of affection that made up his mind for him. "All right," he said. And then, to make his position clear, he added, "I trust you." When she smiled, his heart sang. "Thank you! You're going to love this. Lie back. C'mon, now!" She placed him carefully into position and ran her fingers mischievously up the shaft of his cock, which was almost fully erect by now. "Okay, shouldn't you start the timer?" "I'll start the timer when you have the condom on, honey. That's when I start to work." He suddenly wondered if he'd been had, but it was too late now; he'd agreed. She handed him a condom. "Now, I want you to put a big glob of lube inside the tip, and when you put it on, make sure you don't let any of it ooze out." He nodded; she didn't like the feel of water-based lubricant on her hands as it dried out. He opened the packet, and she ducked out of the room briefly. "Uh, where are you going?" "Oh, hold on. This won't take a second!" She came back a moment later with a coffee cup, a bowl with something that sloshed in it, and a plastic bag with what looked like a towel in it. She must have seen the questioning look in his eyes, because she smiled reassuringly at him. "Relax, for Heaven's sake! You're going to love this! Stop giving me that trapped look! And get the condom on. Come on, hurry it up." "Okay," he said, and took the condom in both hands. It was not a familiar brand, and he looked more closely at it. "Polyurethane!" He opened it. "It's completely clear! Where did you get this?" "Oh, come ON, honey, put the lube in!" He did, wondering why she was so excited. "Look, you can see everything! And it lets you feel heat better than latex. You are gonna *love* this!" She closed her eyes and wriggled with delight. Then she reached to the side of the bed where she'd dropped the bag, and pulled out a towel and the kitchen timer. "Isn't that condom on *yet*?" It was tricky to unroll it without letting the blob of lubricant leak out, but he managed. The chill of the lube at the tip was a little unnerving at first, but with a little effort, he got it unrolled. It was quite tight, and the ring around the base would keep him stiff, if he needed it. He looked at Laury's face, gleaming with anticipation, and decided he wouldn't. In response to a gesture with her hand, he raised his butt and let her slide the towel underneath; she must have something a little messy in mind, he thought. Maybe this was going to be more fun than he'd thought. He lay back and waited for it to happen as she turned the timer on. # # # After she started the timer ticking, Laury put her head to the plastic- wrapped penis and very gently took it into her mouth. The taste was not bad; just the taste of a plastic bag. She heard him gasp as her tongue swirled around the tip. She could feel the warmth of the head in her mouth, and when she pressed the reservoir tip, she could feel the cool lubricant moving over his glans and a little down the shaft. A light suction pulled the lube back into the tip, and left the warmth of her tongue and lips along the shaft, and she heard him moan. It was just what she'd hoped for. She used her knees to spread his legs a little wider; he took the hint and raised his knees, giving her complete access to his cock, balls, belly and thighs. She gave him head a little longer, stroking lightly with her fingers the sensitive flesh between the navel and the shaft. With the other hand, she began ever so lightly to stroke his balls, and he moaned again. She sped up her motion, rubbing the head of his cock between her tongue and the roof of her mouth, spreading the lube inside the condom around and letting the soft senstitive skin on the underside right next to the head slide against the plastic. She could feel his struggle to remain in control; he tried to control his breathing, and she could see the way his hands were clenching and unclenching on the bedspread. A little longer, she thought, and it's time for the secret weapons. When she judged the time was right, she removed her mouth from his cock, jacking him gently with her right hand as she reached carefully down to the floor with her left. As she slid her hand up and down, she could see the way the condom crinkled up on the head, and wondered if it felt as good as she thought it did. Her fingers found the coffee cup and she took a small mouthful of hot tea. He hadn't noticed; when she lowered her mouth back to his cock, he arched his back. She could see his neck was turning red, which was a good sign. His eyes were closed, and he kept his hands at his sides, but they twitched. She took the length of him as far down as she could and growled low in her throat when he was as deep as he'd go. Her right hand continued to move his balls slightly, brushing lightly over the sack and sliding them around a little bit. She knew that when they tightened up that it would be the point of no return. He wasn't quite there yet. So... She reached down again with one hand, jacking him slowly with the other. This time she came up with a nearly all-melted ice cube from the bowl. She'd put out ice cubes earlier in the bowl; he'd never noticed or asked about it. So when she put the small damp bit of ice on her tongue and began to suck on him again, it was a complete surprise. It was, in fact, the surprise that tipped the balance. He gasped, and she could feel the cock head start to swell in her mouth. She pressed his balls as lightly as she could, and felt them shift a little. She pulled her head off him long enough to see; the first squirt of semen filled the reservoir like a flower blossoming in time- lapse photography. He moaned, and she quickly returned to giving head. Alternating the bit of ice with her warm tongue and saliva, she worked him a bit, and then used the very tip of her tongue to press the condom against the tiny hole at the tip of his cock. She felt the next jet of semen ooze around her tongue tip, and used her left hand to jack him a little faster. The reservoir tip in her mouth filled slowly like a small balloon, and she could feel the warmth of his semen through the thin polyurethane. His shudderings began to subside, and she removed her mouth from the cockhead, milking the last few bits of semen from the shaft. She daintily folded the towel over his rapidly-shriveling cock, and peeled the condom off. She wrapped it in tissues and dropped it into the wastebasket, then slid up the bed to put her head near his. He was sweaty and red, just the way she liked to see him after sex. In a moment, he had finished, and opened his eyes to look at her. He was nearly coherent when the timer chimed. She gave him a warm, delighted smile and a hug. For a while, she rested her body on his, as he slowly tried to recover from the powerful orgasm he'd had. He knew he had his end of the deal, whatever it was, to keep up, so he made an effort not to fall asleep, difficult though that was. She helped by keeping his attention; first with a few kisses and nuzzles around his neck and mouth, then with a few gentle bites and nibbles. He pulled himself into a sitting position and shook his head. "Okay," he conceded, "you've won. Now, what do I do?" # # # Continued in Part 2. <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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