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Subject: {ASSM} <*>Control by Sasha (Fm, cons, lt bd)
Date: Thu, 17 Feb 2000 15:10:04 -0500
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Codes: Fm, cons, lt bd
Control
Lick the salt. Toss the shot. Suck the lime.
The tequila burned its way down to her stomach and spread fire to her entire
body. She poured again and watched.
Lick the salt. Toss the shot. Suck the lime. Sharp intake of breath.
"Oh God that burns," Scott exhaled slowly.
"Mmm Hmm," she agreed, lining up another for herself.
He followed her lead through two more then poured himself a fourth as she
leaned back and sipped her beer.
"If I were you I'd consider slowing down."
He nodded.
"First we lick," his tongue swiped the back of his hand.
"Then we pour." The salt was dumped unceremoniously, sticking to the wet
spot, the rest falling to the table.
"Then we lick." Sasha watched as his tongue caressed the salted skin.
"Then we drink." The shot glass was upended. Golden liquid filled his
mouth. Swallow.
"Then we suck!" he finished a little too loudly, the lime almost missing his
lips.
"Too much joy in a bottle can be a man's undoing you know," she cautioned
once again. The fine beads of sweat that adorned his upper lip gave away
his current state of near oblivion.
He smiled. Perfect teeth. Wide mouth. Despite too much liquor, not a hair
out of place.
He'd told her once how it was he always managed to look so good in civvies.
Buy straight from the mannequin. At the time, she'd thought it wasn't very
original. But then, what did she know? At 32 her mother still purchased
her clothes.
Scott rose unsteadily and she moved quickly to his side. Didn't want to see
if she could pick up and move a six foot two inch nineteen year old once he
was down for the count.
"I got it Sash," he said a little petulantly, then sat back down hard.
"Maybe not."
By the time she'd managed to get him upstairs he was babbling about how hard
it was to find the right woman. Why did all the short ones want him? And
did they all have to be such sniveling little fools? Wanting him to do
everything for them? He collapsed on the futon spread-eagle.
Well. This was certainly not the fun evening of drinking and conversation
she'd planned on.
He'd always been a model of discipline in her presence before. Now he lay
flat out with his dress blues getting more and more wrinkled by the moment,
polished shoes still laced neatly. She shrugged.
The shoes were disposed of first. Placed with care next to the chair on the
other side of the room. Next she set to the blouse, leaving the neckerchief
intact as he half-consciously helped her peel it from his body. The white
tee-shirt was still tucked firmly into the fourteen button pants.
A shiver of pleasure coursed through her.
Leave him? He'd be less than pleased with the wrinkled result of his slacks
when he did come to. Her fingers itched.
Scott. Sweet. Personable. Talked a blue streak on everything while saying
nothing of himself.
Controlled.
She'd pegged him as a closet naughty boy the first time she'd laid eyes on
him. Something about his too perfect manner. No girl measured up. Not
that he could pick up on them if they did. He lacked the self-described
'pickup gene.'
His arms were tied above his head before she even thought about. Secured
with a pair of nylon stockings to the railing of the futon. She thought
briefly about tying down his legs as well, but discounted it.
Her fingers trembled at the first button. The second came undone. She
traced a line around the set and concentrated on each of the remaining
twelve. Pulling the loose flap down she stared at the stark white BVD's.
Unable to help herself, she lightly caressed his sex. Long. Thick. Hard.
Very hard.
Not a usual occurrence with someone who'd had too much to drink. And was
unconscious. Wasn't he? She raised her eyes and found herself looking into
his very blue, very open, mostly sober ones.
"I had hoped," Scott said softly, letting the sentence remain open,
unfinished.
He tested his bonds and found them soft, but resilient. A moan escaped his
lips.
No little shiver this time. Full on shudder of pure desire as she realized
the depth of the plot. His. Hers was yet to unfold.
"You would never have asked me."
"No Sasha. Never. Dreamed. Prayed." His body arced upward slightly.
Begging silently.
She skimmed the slacks off and tossed them carelessly into a heap on the
floor.
It had been a harmless prank, albeit a rather erotically charged one at
least for her since she'd thought he was unconscious. What was it now?
Control.
She unbuttoned her top, low enough to give him a glimpse of the breasts he'd
been caught staring at on occasion. The room was quiet with the exception
of their breathing.
Decision made, the shirt slid to the floor. Her jeans followed, revealing
black satin panties that were soaked with her excitement.
Sasha straddled his waist, pushing up the pristine white of his tee-shirt.
Fingernails traveled across the youthful hairless expanse. He sucked in his
breath as she gently tweaked his nipples.
"You're far to tense," she said softly, bending to kiss the fine cut down
his torso to the strained BVD's. She hooked her fingers in the waistband
and pulled down to reveal his cock. Nice.
Very nice. He moaned loudly as she brushed her lips across the swollen
head.
"Now Scott, that just won't do," she gently admonished.
She rose and slid the panties from her hips, showing him her trimmed pubis,
then straddling him once again. She leaned down, staring deep into his eyes
and kissed him. His mouth was sweet and opened immediately, tongue seeking
hers. He groaned again, this time into her mouth. The sound and vibration
reverberated in her loins, sending a freshet of desire that moistened the
hard abdomen clamped between her thighs. She broke the kiss and smiled.
"Much more and you'll wake the neighbors, and we can't have that."
"I'll be quieter, I swear!" Scott whispered.
"Yes, you will."
He opened his mouth to protest and found it being filled with her panties.
Those marvelous blue eyes widened appreciably while his cock jumped against
her back. Desire, not fear.
She moved steadily downward, stopping for a moment to more closely examine
his pulsating member. No. Not yet. Settled comfortably between his legs,
she caressed his inner thighs while her tongue began its exploration of his
swollen balls.
Another moan, loud but muffled, issued from him. She took first one and
then the other into her mouth, relishing the scent, taste, and feel of the
sensitive sack. Her fingers touched the hardened perineum before probing
lower and deeper to his asshole. Teasing the soft pucker gently she looked
up.
His moved from side to side in silent denial while his body arched upward
and his thighs parted further to allow her greater access. She stuck her
finger into her mouth and moistened it before returning to her exploration,
pushing it deeper, testing the tight ring. Scott groaned against the
panties.
She willed him silently. Let go.
He relaxed against her touch and lifted his head to look at her. Tears
glistened in his eyes, making them appear like sparkling sapphires. His
chest heaved with strained breath and the muffled groans were close to
pained. The thick mushroom head of his cock dripped with pre-cum, pooling
on his abdomen.
Let go!
She pushed her finger past the ring of muscle and tickled the hard spot
where his prostate rested against the rectal wall. He tensed around her
digit. What was probably a shout was mostly absorbed by the panties as
thick streams of opalescent cum pumped from his cock. The tears overflowed
his cheeks and spilled onto the pillow.
She withdrew her finger and bent to his member, flicking her tongue over the
tip, tasting the product of her handiwork. He sobbed silently against the
cloth as she continued to clean him with her mouth. Sweet. Need pulsed in
her pussy.
Finished, she moved to his side and slowly withdrew the sodden panties from
his mouth.
"I'm sorry Sasha," he gasped, "I couldn't make it stop."
"Mmm, I seem to remember that being the point of this game Scott," she said
with a slight smile.
She kissed him again slowly, relishing the duel of tongues he initiated.
The flood of moisture between her thighs reminded her of her original
purpose. Sitting up on his chest she began to finger herself.
"No Sasha, let me please you!"
"You *could* have, if you'd had more control," she said wickedly, tensing a
little as the first tremor of pleasure shot through her.
He moaned sadly as she brought herself quickly to orgasm. Good. But she
wanted more. She looked down at him and smiled again.
"Please?" he queried once more.
The blessings of youth. His cock was already hard. She swung a leg over
and straddled him, holding herself just over him, the head of his cock
poised at the entrance of her swollen lips.
"What do you want Scott?"
"You," he stated simply.
She sank halfway down onto him, eyes widening as his thickness expanded her
passage. His hands writhed against the stockings that held him as he rocked
his pelvis upwards, trying to bury himself in her heat.
"Please Sasha!"
She leaned forward, their sighs lost in one another's mouths. Her hands
worked the knots, sliding the bonds from his wrists. Free, he wrapped his
arms around her and sat up to kiss and suck his way to her large taut
breasts. He groaned again, mouth around a sensitive nipple sending ripples
of pleasure through her body.
"Yes," she sighed. More please, she thought.
In answer to her unspoken request, Scott rolled her over onto her back and
slowly sank his full length into her heat. His mouth covered hers again as
he began to pump his hips, meeting her upward thrusts.
"Oh God, Sasha, so good!" He groaned into her mouth.
His cock stabbed at her womb. Pleasure verging on pain. She dug her heels
into the mattress and pushed upwards as he drove her to near oblivious
ecstasy.
Her hand covered his mouth as he moaned louder with each thrust. Her orgasm
bloomed ferociously, squeezing hard around him as he shouted her name
against her palm and poured himself deep into her core.
Still thick inside her, Scott covered her and kissed her softly. She slid
her hands down his smooth back. Beautiful.
"Maybe I'll play drunk next time," Sasha said against his throat.
"I don't think you'll need to," he said kissing her again, this time with
more purpose as he hardened inside her slick passage once again.
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