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Subject: {ASSM} Tell Me (MF) by AimTwoPlease
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Tell Me
   -- by AimTwoPlease

"Just tell me what to do," she whispered moistly, her mouth active on
mine with its soft nibbles.  My left hand was busy between her open
thighs.  Her hips were doing those constant little gyrations, giving me
a moving target.  I was good at hitting targets.  My stiff shaft was
pressed against her hip, throbbing insistently.  "Tell me how you want
me."

I moved to mount her, and she began to roll onto her back.  "No," I
stopped her with a word and my hands.  She looked at me curiously and
smiled at me with lidded eyes.  "Lie on your side." I guided her,
gently, onto her right hip with my hands.  She turned her head to lay
her cheek against the pillow, and then closed her eyes.  "Straighten
your right leg," I told her, "and bend your left leg up."  I positioned
her left leg at a 90-degree angle to her body.  "There," I said,
straddling her straightened right leg, inching closer to her pink
openness, "just like that."

She sighed, but was otherwise silent.  Her arms sprawled in front of
her chest, unmoving.  She smiled, her eyes still closed.  "Just tell
me."

"Like this," I said, and my fingers aimed my cockhead at the center of
the juicy pinkness and smeared it up and down into the creaminess that
my fingers had so recently left.  She purred and tried to move her
hips, but I placed a palm flat on her left hip.  "Don't move," I told
her.  Slowly I nudged forward.  I glanced at her face.  Her lips were
pursed.  She was breathing faster now.  Concentrating.

She was hot inside.  Hot and slick, ready to be fucked.  I hunched
forward and, with a final deliberate thrust, embedded my cock into her
welcoming slipperiness.  She gave out a little squeal as I bottomed
out, and she tried to move her hips, but I leaned over her and
restrained her with my weight.  "Don't move," I said.  "Just let me
fuck you."

She relaxed, and I sat up again.  I prodded yet deeper and flicked
against her cervix, and she gasped quickly, twice, and moaned.  My left
hand found her breasts with their small, hard nipples, and my right
hand lay flat on her buttocks to steady her hips.  I raised up on my
knees, just slightly, and began to stroke into her.  "I'm going to fuck
you," I said, methodically pumping into her, "Going to fuck this juicy
little cunt of yours."  My balls were sliding up and down the smooth
skin of her inner right thigh.  She was getting increasingly wetter
inside.  "And I'm going to do this for as long as it takes..."  I
jammed myself, hard, into her cunt and made her groan again.  "Until
you come for me."

"Tell me," she moaned.

I drove more forcefully into her.  She began to pant, began to do that
hyperventilating thing that always signaled she was getting
close.  "Because," I said, bottoming out strongly on every
instroke, "because you are the most..." -- her individual soft moans
were becoming more and more connected -- "...incredible fuck..." -- and
louder -- "I have ever known..." -- her body began to writhe in my
grasp -- "...in my entire life..."  Her two hands clutched my left
wrist and her back arched and she cried out sharply as her orgasm
rippled through her body.

It was too much for me.  I gave her three more driving thrusts and then
I came, too, with a heart-stopping hot rush of a spasm that had me
fighting to shove my cock against her lungs.  I gasped and exploded
into her, long streams that mixed with her juices, and we writhed and
shuddered against each other, leaving us both panting for air.  I
remained inside her, feeling her nibble on my cock as it softened.

She spoke first.  "Tell me," she said, looking at me out of the corner
of her eye, "Tell me what you want next."

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