Message-ID: <43922asstr$1060945805@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: 53ab2750!not-for-mail From: "Frank Downey" X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.50.4920.2300 X-Original-Message-ID: NNTP-Posting-Date: Fri, 15 Aug 2003 03:05:09 EDT X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Fri, 15 Aug 2003 07:05:09 GMT Subject: {ASSM} Chosen, by Frank Downey (MF rom? flash) Date: Fri, 15 Aug 2003 07:10:05 -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 If you're under the legal age for smut in your community, begone. If such things offend you, begone. Copyright 2003 Frank Downey. All Rights Reserved. CHOSEN by Frank Downey fabfour.fan@verizon.net "Daddy chose. Daddy always chooses," she smiled at me, unbuttoning her dress. Daddy was a financier, well-known and extremely well-heeled. He patronized the brokerage firm where I was a very junior three-years-out-of-college broker. He'd paid particular attention to me recently. I could've flattered myself and thought that he was stunned by my trading acumen. I, however, am a realist. This was a dinner invitation, to celebrate a trade thirty people in my firm could've handled. I didn't quite understand, until I found out about dessert. She took my hand and led me to her room before I knew what was happening. She dropped the dress from her shoulders before I could say a word. The underwear quickly followed. She was breathtaking, a dark-haired vision with liquid black eyes, a smile that lit up Manhattan, and a body that would keep you awake at night. Her luminescent olive skin belied her full Italian heritage. She was the fifth of six daughters. Her name, I remembered as if through a fog, was Annabella. "Daddy always chooses, Rich," she repeated. "My older sisters, and my younger one when it's her time. This is my time." She crossed the room and pulled my shirt off. Then went my pants and underwear. I couldn't move. She grabbed me by my dick, which was throbbing. "It's my eighteenth birthday. I want my present." She backed onto her bed and spread out, eager and waiting. "I just met you. I don't know you." "You will," she smiled. "Do I get to choose?" The flicker over her face was momentary, but I might as well have slapped her. I felt like a heel. "Of course you get to choose," she said bravely. Did I? I was over her, ready, entering. She was ready, eager, drenched. I started, then hit a wall. I looked at her. "We have to wait until Daddy chooses. Oh, I've been waiting for you forever!" I barely saw the flash of pain when her barrier tore. Then it was shining eyes, laughing mouth, pure bliss. She wrapped herself around me-arms, legs, lips, pussy, soul. When we went over, it was ecstatic, and together. Afterwards, still wrapped around me, she laughed. It was a musical tinkling thing that sent goosebumps up my arms. "We're going to be married," she said. "I know." --fin- -- 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: Moderators: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |ASSM Archive at Hosted by | |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+