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Subject: {ASSM} "Chest" (ff, mf, ds, anal, bd, sm) by deirdre -- reposted by H. Jekyll and PleaseCain
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"Chest" (ff, mf, ds, anal, bd, sm)
by deirdre
*****
NOTE: We are not the authors of this story. "deirdre" was the
enigmatic queen of Usenet sex stories in the mid-1990s. She posted 156
stories in just over two years, using an anonymous remailer and
apparently *never* corresponding with anyone. She was last heard from
in late April 1996. We will repost all 156 stories, with comments by
her, in alphabetical order, between now and the 10th anniversary of her
"retirement." In the coming months, we will announce a "deirdre-fest"
for next Spring. Meanwhile, enjoy!
To contact us: h_jekyll2000@yahoo.com, or PleaseCain@aol.com.
*****
Disclaimer: this is not reality; it is a string of words. The author
does not wish to live out the experiences described. The author does
not wish anyone to live out the experiences described. If you lack the
maturity to grasp this disclaimer, then under no circumstances read
this story without the express permission and guidance of someone more
mature. -- deirdre
Chest
by deirdre
I work as one of the secretaries in a local firm. I'm pretty good
looking, slender and sexy though my chest is rather flat. You might
think this would bother me, but I've found plenty of men who don't mind
a flat chest, and even a few that seem to prefer one. Some time ago,
Mandy came to work as a secretary, sharing the reception area with me,
and she is NOT what you would call flat-chested. That didn't bother
me, but her mouth did: she tended to tease me and make fun of my flat
chest. She was always talking about my "problem" and about how sad it
was that life was passing me by! And that it was sad that I didn't
know what it was like to be a real woman, or have a real man! I could
cheerfully strangle her, but I had to make the best of things because I
know someone of that type gets satisfaction from any reaction you
offer. And the most frustrating thing was that it was true that I only
got an occasional date whereas she usually had a boyfriend, and when
she didn't, she was still being asked out on dates all the time. When
any of her boyfriends came to the office, she was sure to mention my
"problem," and the jerks sat there smirking or even added comments of
their own.
Well, after she had been going out for a while with her present
boyfriend, she invited me over to her apartment for dinner and to meet
him. Of course I went since I didn't want to let her know that her
comments irked me. Well, that night she kept her comments up all
through dinner, and her boyfriend, Robert, was kind enough not to
smile, but he was unreadable and I was terribly embarrassed about what
he might be thinking. However, something made me suspect he found me
attractive, despite Mandy's comments.
Well, I have to admit, Mandy had prepared a great dinner and we all
imbibed a healthy amount of wine. But Mandy was still making her
comments after we brought our wine back to her living room, and I was
getting so I was ready to explode! I couldn't imagine what Robert was
thinking. Well, when Mandy excused herself to go the bathroom, the
devil made me try to show her up. As soon as she was out of the room,
I went after Robert like I'd never done in my life! I stood up and
walked over to him in my sexiest walk, and giving him my most evil
smile, reached down and rubbed his crotch. Then, without taking my
hand off his cock, I knelt down and kissed him, aggressively pushing my
tongue in his mouth as much as he would let me. It worked--he
responded! It was my fantasy to have Mandy come back in the room and
see how easily her "poor friend" could lure Robert away from her. I
couldn't wait!
Well, Mandy came back in, and I glanced over to her as best I could,
but couldn't see her expression, so I broke the kiss and looked at her
with my "guilty" face. She looked amused! I wanted anger, but somehow
she stayed cool and just laughed at us! "So Joan's trying to prove
that she can steal a man from me even with no boobs!" she finally said,
giggling. It wasn't turning out the way I wanted it to. Inside, I
fumed, but I kept myself together as well as I could. Then she said,
"I guess I have to show you what you're missing" and she started
unbuttoning her blouse! I was so surprised I just stared at her, and
in a few seconds, I was staring at her naked chest!
Well, I just stared and stared--I couldn't believe it! It wasn't that
they were huge--they were a bit large--it was that they were so
perfectly shaped! Obviously, she could wear all kinds of sexy clothing
I could never think of wearing. She could model! She could model in a
men's magazine, or for bras or swimsuits. As I stared, she walked over
to Robert and me and stood above where we were sitting, so her breasts
were close enough that I could just reach out and touch one. "Would
you like to touch one?" she asked me as if she was reading my mind. I
just sat there, dumbstruck. Finally, she took my hand and lifted it
and put it on one of her breasts. They were so soft and silky. I just
felt the skin, then I began to massage, gently. We stayed like that
for a few minutes--I was transfixed. Finally, she said, "Would you
like to kiss them?" She gently pulled my head towards them, and soon I
was sucking on a nipple like a baby! I couldn't get enough!
I just sucked and sucked. I noticed that Robert was taking off my
skirt, but I didn't care. Sucking on those perfect breasts was all I
could think about! Soon I realized I was naked, and Robert was pushing
a lubricated finger in my ass. I just listened to his instructions and
did whatever he said, but all I really wanted to think about was those
perfect breasts that I was kissing.
Well, for the rest of the evening, while I was sucking on Mandy's
beautiful breasts, Robert played silly games with my body--Mandy gave
him ideas too. They liked the idea of Robert whipping me with a belt,
and seemed especially amused when they got me to ask for the whip in
order to get Mandy to allow me to suck some more. I stayed the night,
laying in bed with them, sucking Mandy's breasts all night as Robert
continued to get his jollies fucking my body both back and front.
Well, the rest of the week, they had me over every night, and they were
amused by the "training" they were doing--they had more and more things
they wanted me to do before they'd let me suck. I didn't really care
about that stuff, I just couldn't get enough of those beautiful
breasts. Now they say I'm trained, and they let me suck Mandy's
breasts about once a week--the rest of the time I just to what they
say. How I look forward to my opportunities to suck them!
At work, Mandy demands my obedience whenever no one is around. Once,
after she had been down the hall for a while, she brought back
Charlene, who works in another office. Charlene said, "OK, show me!"
and Mandy told me to get down on the floor and kiss her shoes. She and
Robert had trained me to do this though she had never given me orders
like that in front of anyone other than Robert. I did it--it didn't
really matter to me as much as the opportunity to kiss those luscious
breasts again. Charlene was looking amused when I stopped. Mandy
said, "Up on your knees and put your hands behind your head!" I'd also
been trained to do that, and complied instantly. They left the office,
giggling. Soon I got tired of kneeling like that and went back to
work. Since then, Mandy has been bolder at work--she manages to get
some of my clothes off or to whip me a bit--and several times, she has
given me a bare-assed spanking while I lay over her lap. I worry a bit
about someone finding us, but mostly I just stare at her chest every
chance I get, and dream about my next opportunity.
--
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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