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From: "laura ann davidson" <anonymous@inter.net>
NNTP-Posting-Date: Wed, 24 Jan 2001 20:06:17 PST
Subject: {ASSM} Blowjob Story (M/f, bdsm)
Date: Thu, 25 Jan 2001 05:10:02 -0500
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Copyright (C) 2001 by Laura Ann Davidson. All Rights Reserved. Free
Redistribution Permitted.

Warning: Adult content. Not suitable for minors.

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I am bent over the end of the kitchen counter, my bare breasts pressed to
the cold countertop and my feet in their 3"-heel ankle boots firmly on the
floor. You strike my upturned ass again with Your belt, the blow landing
solidly in the exact center of the area framed so invitingly by my black
garter belt and stockings. I cannot contain my soft exclamation of pain. I
could at the first blow, and even the second, but that seems like years ago.
I'm both grateful that You didn't have me count the blows and anxious
because, not knowing how many have passed, I cannot even guess at how many
might remain.

"Thank You Master," I recite in as calm a voice as I can muster. I almost
can't bring myself to say what I must say next. "Please Master, another?"

My body tenses for the blow that does not come. Is it over? Or did I pause
too long before begging You for the next blow, earning myself another
punishment? I hear... something, but I can't tell what could be making the
sound. I dare not turn to look.

"That's enough, I think."

My body relaxes as the tension drains away. "As You wish, Master." I remain
as I am, waiting for Your next command. My ass, even my cunt lips where they
lewdly peek from between my legs, are on fire. I can't bear to imagine what
they must look like, nor to consider how long the pain will last. Such is
the price of disobedience.

"Come here, slut. Crawl."

I raise my head and turn to the sound of Your voice. I see that You are
standing in front of the couch, as though about to sit, and I silently pray
that You won't invite me to sit next to You there. I slide down to the floor
and crawl on hands and knees, head lowered, ass out, until I arrive at Your
feet. Once there I lower my head to the floor and again wait.

"Seeing Your ass and cunt all red like that has really turned me on. But
since fucking You just now would probably be as much punishment as pleasure
for You, I'll allow to to get me off with Your mouth, instead."

"Thank You Master," I reply eagerly. "It'll be my pleasure."

I rise up on my knees and deftly open Your pants, dropping them to Your
ankles. I slide my hands under Your short, over Your tush, before sending
them along the way of Your pants. I'm focused only (well, primarily) on one
thing right now.

I gently wrap my right hand around Your erect cock, sort of measuring it
against the size of my hand. It looks so wonderful with my hand around it. I
wish I had a picture of that, so I could stare at it all day. It's probably
just as well I don't.

I place my left hand on Your thigh for balance as I lean forward and take
just the head of Your cock in my mouth, almost like a kiss. A french kiss,
where Your cock is the tongue that delicately invades my mouth to duel with
my own tongue. I sigh as I taste Your precum on the tip. The pain in my ass
and cunt only makes me more determined to give You the utmost pleasure. I
have been punished, but I must still make amends.

I look up at Your face one last time before sliding my hand down to Your
balls, then taking Your cock fully into my mouth. At first it's easy, but
then I must concentrate on relaxing my throat. Finally my nose is nestled in
Your pubic hair. I would love to smell You so close, if I could breathe. My
tongue paints the underside of Your cock as I hear Your soft moan of
pleasure.

I pull back from Your cock, taking a deep breath thru my nose as I do so,
painting Your cock with my tongue from base to tip. I feel Your fingertips
gently press up on the underside of my jaw, and I release Your cock from my
mouth in response. I see that You're smiling, and I can't help but smile
too. Your happiness is my happiness Master.

My smile broadens as You sit on the couch. I scoot forward and continue my
work. I like this: I'm able to touch more of Your body with more of my body.
I drape myself between Your knees, my forearms on Your torso, my breasts
pressed against Your thighs. I'm careful to keep up on my knees though, my
thighs perpendicular to the floor, my ass presented. I know You can see a
good deal of it as You watch me, and I know it'll please You to see how red
it still is. My head is down between my upper arms, my mouth covering Your
cock as my hair spills around Your pelvis.

Mmmmm, I love the taste and feel of Your cock in my mouth. I could stay like
this all day, nursing Your cock like an all-day sucker. The pain in my ass
and cunt reminds me that this is about Your pleasure, not mine, and I begin
moving my head up and down, sliding Your cock in and out of my mouth.

I use my lips, tongue and, very gently and seldom, teeth on Your cock...
sliding it's length past my lips, licking it up and down like an ice cream
cone, running my moist lips up the underside, over the head, all over. I
feel Your hands stroking my hair, encouraging me. I deep throat You again. I
can't get Your full length past my lips due to Your sitting position, but
it's still necessary for me to relax my throat, and I can tell that You like
it. I continue this way for a timeless eternity. There is nothing in my
universe except my body pressed to Yours, Your wonderful cock in my mouth,
the fire on my ass and cunt. My cunt throbs, not from the belt now but from
my arousal. As I shift position slightly (I know You love watching my ass
wiggle as I do) I can feel my wetness that has seeped from my cunt to dampen
my inner thighs.

I become aware that Your hands on my head have gone from gentle stroking to
a firmer, but not yet forceful, grip. Suddenly Your fingers grip my hair
roughly and Your pelvis thrusts forward. I'm startled at first and I attempt
to draw back, but Your hands gripping my hair prevent that. But it's enough
for me to take a deep breath before I relax and accept Your cock once more
into my throat. Then Your hands are pulling my hair, roughly, closer, then
away, as Your pelvis thrusts in the opposite rhythm and Your cock swells
even larger in my mouth. Then You're cumming, I know You're cumming because
Your cock is pulsating in my mouth, but the tip of Your cock is so far back
that I cannot taste what You've so generously given me.

The need to take a breath is strong, but Your pleasure is more important
right now. I concentrate on swallowing Your cum, on not choking, on relaxing
my neck, stretching my jaw and compressing my lips in order to give You as
much pleasure as possible as You fuck my face and cum and cum. Finally Your
thrusts slow and I can take breath between them. Your fingers relax their
grip on my hair and I take the opportunity to draw back some, removing Your
cock from my mouth in the same way I'd remove a spoon that had entered my
mouth covered in chocolate cake mix. My efforts are rewarded and I taste
Your cum that did not travel directly to my stomach. I moan softly as I lay
my head on Your thigh, Your softening cock all but touching my nose and
lips. Your hand one again strokes my hair in a way that tells me that You
have forgiven me my earlier disobedience and that all is right between us. I
close my eyes and sigh, awaiting Your next instruction, content to wait here
like forever, if necessary, but ready to leap to obey Your every wish.

by laura ann davidson
ICQ# 34149346

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