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Subject: {ASSM} "A Walk on the Wild Side" by Pami (M/F, bond, f-dom)
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This story contains sexual acts, words, and themes.  If you are under 21, go
away.  If you think this isn't 'normal' where you are from, go away.  If, on
the other hand, you think it IS normal, and you are of legal age... keep on
reading.

Please do not repost this ANYWHERE without my permission.  

Hi all!  I haven't written in a while... life is still all chaotic and twirly
(I love that line - its from 'Friends', BTW).  But I popped this off this
afternoon while I was feeling in the mood for a rumble.  LOL  If you like it,
why not email me?  You can check out the rest of my stories at
www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Pami/www (thanks to Rey and Rui Jorge) or
groups.yahoo.com/group/Pamistuf.




A Walk on the Wild Side by Pami   (M/F, bond, f-dom)


James was enjoying a nice stiff Jack and coke... his favorite drink after a
long work week.  James worked hard as a welder at one of the local plants, and
he didn't much care to do anything more than this on a Friday evening.  Later,
he would pick his woman for the night and go bust a nut deep inside her wet
willing pussy.  Life was good.  

The bar was smokey and he stared into the mirror facing his bar stool.  He was
a handsome bugger, he decided for the umpteenth time, through the
liquor-related fog that was invading his mind.  He smiled, and saw a
curly-haired guy in his mid-30's smile back at him in the mirror.  He winked at
himself, lazily closing one long-lashed eyelid over the sea-blue irises that
drove the women, and sometimes the men, wild.  He hated it when the homos hit
on him.  Couldn't they tell that he liked WOMEN, for Christ's sake!  

He rubbed a hand over the scruffy shadow of beard on his face.  Sometimes James
just couldn't stand the thought of shaving. Sometimes he thought he just liked
to drive the women wild with lust as he diddled their clit with the roughness
covering his chin.  He loved to eat pussy, as long as the woman was clean, and
he loved watching a woman come over and over again from between his thighs as
he licked and sucked her cunt until her entire body sagged with exhaustion.  It
wasn't that he was a generous lover, it was just that James had learned early
in life that if you gave a chick a few climaxes that she would let you do just
about anything to her.  He smirked as he remembered last week.  

He had left that night with a college slut.  She was young; had perky tits with
nipples that showed right through her little T-shirt.  He had known from the
moment their eyes had met in the mirror early that evening that they would end
up in the sack.  She had been a wild bitch, alright... what was her name now?  
Alice... Allyson... Amy... some "A" name was about all James could remember
about it.  She'd come for the first time in the car, while James had driven
back to his place, one hand on the steering wheel, the other buried in the
chick's sopping cunt.  After about six or seven comes, she'd been willing to do
anything James wanted.  His pupils dilated as he remembered how she had even
licked out his asshole when he told her to.  He wasn't a queer, but James had
learned what kind of thrills some good analingus could give him.  He'd gotten
his rocks off three times, and then he'd given her cab fare and sent her back
to her dorm.  He said he'd call, but he knew he wouldn't... once James had a
woman, he didn't want her again.  Variety is the spice of life, he'd decided
after he'd realized with his looks and charm he could score as many women as he
wanted.

James finished off his drink and gestured to the bartender for another.  James
was a regular, but he didn't really have any buddies at the bar.  He was there
for the liquor and the pussy.  That was it. 

He took a swig of the stiff drink the barkeep plunked down in front of him and
started looking through the crowd.  It was about time for the evening's
festivities to begin, he decided.  Which bitch would he fuck the brains out of
tonight, he wondered.

James knew many of the women in the club.  Either they worked at the plant in
some capacity or else they lived around the area.  And then there were the ones
he'd already had.  He looked down toward the pool tables and enjoyed the lovely
ass of the chick bent over trying to make her shot in the corner pocket.  Her
spandex pants defined supple thighs and when she stood up and turned towards
him, he noticed the silver navel ring showing just below the hem of her top.  
She was a brunette, with long wavy dark hair, and her tits looked pretty pert. 
36B, James thought, expertly, and wondered how big her nips were.  He had
noticed that there was not any relation between the size of a woman's tits and
how big her nipples really were.  He liked titty fucking, and he loved to pinch
a woman's nipples as he ran his schlong between her fun bags.  James decided...
this chick was the one.  She looked to be about 25 or so, and his cock was
already twitching at the thought of her beneath him.  He called the bartender
over and told him to give her a drink and put it on his tab.  

He watched and smiled as the waitress took a long-necked beer over to the
hottie.  The woman looked at him, giggled, and then she actually DECLINED the
beer!  James felt his face flush with the insult.  He glared at her as she said
something to the guys she was shooting pool with and they all looked at him and
laughed.

Dammit!  James spun back to face the mirror over the bar.  He wasn't used to
having his invitation declined, and in such a humiliating manner particularly
pissed him off.  He glared at a couple of the other guys in the mirror,
noticing their amused looks directed at him.  James hadn't exactly won a whole
lot of male friends.  He figured they were just jealous of his prowess with the
ladies.  Or else they were fags and they didn't like the way James was
off-limits.

James looked down at the drink in his hand and thought a little.  It didn't
matter.  The bitch was probably frigid anyway, he thought to himself.  

Suddenly James was pushed forward on his barstool, right into the edge of the
bar.

"What the fuck..." burst out of his mouth as he turned to glare at the person
who had rammed into him.

"Gee, I'm sorry," came out of a generously formed mouth that was covered with
some red lipstick.  James looked up into a set of black eyes set in what was
undeniably a drop-dead fuck-me gorgeous redhead.  The hell with the bitch
playing pool, James instantly decided, THIS was the woman of the night.

He smiled at her, consciously turning on the charm.  "Well, now, that's gonna
cost you, miss.  I can't just let you bang into me that way and then run off. 
How about I buy you a drink and we make nice?  My name's James.  And your is?"

"Candace," the woman responded, with her own smile answering his.  James got up
off his stool and offered it to her, quickly checking out her body as she
situated herself on the stool.  And what a bod it was, he thought, hormones
beginning to speed up.

"Candace?" he asked her ingenuously, "Or can I just call you  -~Candy'?"  He
leaned into her ear, "I just LOVE candy," he said, meeting her eyes in the
mirror and enjoying the way she blushed but didn't back down from his stare.

"You can call me anything you want," Candace huskily answered, swivelling so
that James was between her spread legs and leaning up to whisper to him.  "Just
make sure you call me."

James was delighted.  A woman who knew how to play the game was just what he
needed tonight.  They made small talk while he finished his drink and then he
decided to cut to the chase.

Just as he opened his mouth to proposition her, the lady said "How about we get
out of here, and let's see just how much you DO like  -~candy'?"  She smiled at
his look of lust and continued, "I only live about 10 miles away from here...
how about my place?"

Normally James took his chicks home to his apartment, but he thought that going
to her place would be cool.  That way she wouldn't know where he lived and she
couldn't pester him like a couple of the others had done in the past.  "Let's
go, sweet cheeks," he said as he patted her ass as they threaded through the
bar.  He caught the eye of the pool-playing bitch and gave her his best "I
don't give a flying fuck" look as he cupped the cheek of the woman in front of
him.  Let her wonder just what he could have done for her, James thought.

James agreed to leave his car at the bar.  He only lived a few blocks away
anyway, and he could pick it up later.  Candace unlocked the doors to a white
SUV, and climbed into the driver's seat.  James hopped into the passenger side
and was thrilled to find Candace jumped on him as soon as he shut the door.

The kiss was long and hot, with their tongues dueling and flickering in and out
of each other's mouths.  James groaned as he felt her hand slide down to his
crotch and cup his growing cock.  He reached his own hand out and latched onto
her breast, kneading it and weighing it with his hand.  He easily found the
nipple and pulled on it, eliciting a moan from the hot bitch.

She pulled away, panting.  "If we don't get going, we aren't gonna make it back
to my place," she told him almost apologetically.  "I got so hot in that place
just looking at your mouth and thinking about what it could do to me."

James reached down and shifted his prick so it was more comfortable in his
jeans.  He looked up at Candace and smiled.  "The real thing is A LOT better
than your wildest dreams, babe.  I am going to lick every inch of you until you
beg me to stop.  And THEN, I am gonna do it some more."

Candace drove quickly, not exceeding the speed limit, but flirting with it. 
James looked at her in the lights from the street lamps as they passed.  Her
boobs were pretty big, maybe a 38D, he estimated, and he thought they seemed
pretty firm for their size.  She wasn't as slim as the pool player, but she had
a nice shape on her, with a slightly rounded belly that flared out to a
generous set of hips.  Hips that were made for a man to grab onto as he fucked
into her from behind, James smirked, anxious to do that very thing. 

They pulled into a driveway, and into a garage before James could see the house
from the outside.  He just got a fleeting impression of a pretty large house,
with a chimney silhouetted by the moonlight.

Candace turned off the engine and hopped out of the vehicle.  James followed
her through a utility room into a really nicely appointed living room.  She
pushed him down onto the leather couch and told him to hang on right there
while she got them a couple of beers.  Then Candace leaned down and gave him a
big wet kiss and added, "Why don't you get more comfortable, sexy?  Why waste
time getting undressed later... strip for me now?" and she grinned at him as
she eluded his grasp and went into another room.

James was horny as hell, and called after her to forget about the drinks, but
she said she was thirsty, and was he STILL clothed, cause she wasn't.

At that statement, James figured what the hell, and he stripped down to his
birthday suit.  He slowly stroked his cock while he waited for Candy to come
back, fantasizing about her soft lips wrapped around his shaft as she sucked
him off.  He felt a twinge and looked down to see a drop of pre-cum puddle at
the eye.  

Candy's hand suddenly appeared from out of nowhere as her forefinger dabbed at
the wetness, and James watched as she raised the finger to her mouth and
smeared it over her lips, licking the residue off her hand.  Then she leaned
into him.  "Kiss me," she almost commanded him, and James did.  He could taste
something slightly bitter on her and he knew it was himself.  He was half
disgusted and almost against his will slightly excited by the thought.  

He pulled away from her and glanced down.  "Candy... Oh God... I am going to
LOVE this Candy..." he groaned as he looked at her nude form.  

Her body was a perfect woman's body, he thought.  Her tits sagged just the
tiniest bit from their weight, and were capped with a set of half-dollar sized
dark pink nipples that were just begging to be sucked.  Her body tapered to a
waist that made her look top-heavy, and her skin was milky-white with a reddish
tinge showing that she was a live woman, and not some sculpture made of
alabaster or marble.  Her hips were as generous as he hoped, and her pussy was
lightly covered with fur... just enough, he thought.  She had taken her
ponytail out and her auburn hair fell just below her shoulder in a riot of
curls.  James mentally patted himself on the back.  Candy was FAR sexier than
that other chick at the bar.

She handed him a bottle of beer and gestured to make a toast.  He raised one
eyebrow at her as she spoke.  "To a night that neither of us will ever forget."
 

"Here, here," James answered as they both drank.  He took a sip and made to put
the bottle down to get on with things, but Candy stopped him.  

"No fair... I drank mine.. You need to finish yours too," she mock-pouted at
him as she sank to her knees before him, taking his mostly hard dick into her
hand.  

James smiled lazily, "Nah... I don't need any more to drink...I just need
something to eat."  And he winked at her.

"Nope... not a thing more till you finish every last drop," Candace teased him,
opening her mouth and running her tongue from the base to the tip of his cock
in a line of fire.

James sighed.  Fine, if that was the way she wanted to play it, he'd just
finish the damn thing, and then she had better finish what she was starting. 
He upended the bottle and chugged the rest of alcohol down, slamming the bottle
back onto the coffee table.

"Mmm... good boy," Candace purred.  "Now you shall get your reward," she
commented as she opened her mouth and began licking him with the flat roughness
of her tongue.  

James ran his hands through her thick mane as he enjoyed the sensations that a
good blow job could give him.  He stumbled back a step or two as Candace sucked
him particularly hard.  "Jesus!" he mumbled, thinking that maybe he shouldn't
have had that last beer.

"Are you okay, sexy?" Candy looked up at him as she took her mouth off of him.

James blinked as he looked down and saw two bitches at his feet.  "Maybe I
should sit down for a minute, babe," he told her.  He gathered himself
together.  "Then you can get back to playing lollipop,  -~kay?"

Candace smiled at him. "Sure thing, baby... I just want to inhale every inch of
you..."

James felt a queasy feeling run through him, and he plopped heavily down on the
leather sofa.  Immediately, Candy was next to him, licking his ear, and
whispering nasty suggestions about what she wanted him to do to her.  Normally,
James would have gotten even more excited by her dirty talk, but he felt a wave
of dizziness run through him, and he leaned his head back against the cushion. 
The last thing he heard was Candy's sexy voice, "Just a minute....almost
there..."

***************************

James groaned as he awoke.  He was standing, or hanging, was more like it, with
his arms outstretched slightly above his head.  He pulled one, but it didn't
move.  He opened his eyes, and couldn't see anything.  "Huh?" he muttered,
realizing that he was blindfolded.  He pulled harder, with both arms, but they
held fast.  He was attached somehow and he couldn't move them.  His legs were
spread as well, and as he tried to kick, he discovered that they were
restrained also.  "What the fuck?!" he asked aloud and was not surprised to
hear a feminine laugh answer him.

"Awww.... poor baby... Are you feeling better, sweet cheeks?" Candy's voice
mocked him as her hand trailed across his exposed ass.  

James' queasiness had abated, and he was back in fighting form.  "Listen,
bitch, you had better just let me down" he angrily started but was interrupted
by Candy again.

"Or else, stud?  Or else what?  Or else you are going to beat me up?  Tsk,
tsk... bad manners, threatening a lady like that, Jimmy-boy," she snickered,
slapping his ass with her bare hand as she admonished him.

James thought as quickly as he could, deciding that he would try to wheedle her
into letting him go, then get the hell out of there.  "C'mon, Candy... if you
untie me, I will make you feel better than anyone else ever has or could.  I'll
do anything you want.  I'll lick your pussy till you cry.  C'mon, Candy..."

CRACK!

Candace's hand came down sharply across his bare buttocks, startling a yelp out
of James.  "I HATE to be called  -~Candy', buddy-boy.  You will address me as
Candace from now on.  Understand?"

"Okay, okay, Candy-er-uh CandACE" he stuttered, startled by the no-nonsense
tone in her voice.

"Better," Candace purred, "But not quite good enough.  MISS Candace, if you
please."  She paused.  "Now SAY it," she commanded, punctuating her statement
with another smack to his bottom.

James was getting pissed at the little slaps and smacks and he was not too
thrilled about the way this was going, but knew that he needed to get his hands
free before he could turn the tables on this little bitch.

"Yes, Miss Candace," James said dutifully.

"That was SO much better," she responded.  Suddenly James was startled to feel
her hand touch his limp member.  "See what you get when you are a good boy,"
she told him, from in front of him now as her hand caressed and teased his
prick into an excited state, almost against his will.  

James hadn't given up on trying to get away from this psycho, but he discovered
that his mind hadn't really informed his penis that they were in trouble here. 
The twitches and shudders that ran up his cock as it hardened were delicious,
he discovered from behind his blindfold.  Maybe this was it.  Maybe it was just
that she was a kinky chick who got off on taking advantage of helpless males. 
James moaned as Candace's other hand cupped his balls while she tugged at his
dick.  She sure knew her way around a cock, he thought as he enjoyed the
sensations running through him.

"Ahhh... you like this, I think, little Jimmy," her hateful voice purred at
him.  "You like someone playing with your teeny-weeny, don't you, sweetheart? 
C'mon... tell me.  Tell Miss Candace that you like it when someone plays with
your peeny."  She squeezed the shaft and then smeared the wetness of pre-cum on
his lips.   "Go ahead, Jimmy.  Taste it.  See what a naughty boy tastes like."

Almost against his will, James licked his lips.  He felt like he HAD to... he
couldn't really explain why.  He just did.  And he felt the same revulsion and
attraction to the taste of his own fluids as he had before.  

"Mmm... yummy, isn't it, Jimmy?  Come on.. Tell me you want more," she cajoled
him as her hands continued to manipulate his fully erect cock, sending more
messages to his brain that he liked this.  

James didn't make a peep.  He certainly wasn't going to TELL this chick that he
was getting off on the taste of his own pre-cum.  That was sick, and his brain
didn't even want to admit that it was possible.  Unfortunately, his rational
side seemed to be taking a break, and he struggled to maintain what was left of
his dignity. 

"I said, TELL me, Jimmy!" Candace raised her voice, and as she squeezed his
balls sending messages of pain exploding through his body, he felt the crack of
something hard against his ass.  

"OW!" James yelped.  Wait a minute, he thought.  She's jacking my dick and
touching my balls.  How can she be... "OW!" he yelled again as she squeezed his
testicles and he felt a harder slap against his ass.  Oh My Gawd, James
thought, she isn't ALONE!  WHO IS SMACKING MY ASS?!

Candace laughed.  "Ahhh... I see you have figured it out.  I have at least one
other person with me.  Maybe two.  Maybe ten.  What do you think about that,
Jimmy-boy?" she continued to work on his cock which was trying to go limp with
fear.  "Oh no, sweet cheeks... we can't let this bad boy go hide... we wanna
SEE that piece of meat you are so proud of, don't we?" she asked her unknown
companions.  "Just give up and let it go, Jimmy," she crooned as she leaned
closer to him.  "You know it feels good.  Now, tell me you want me to keep
playing with your peeny, baby...c'mon..."

James was scared out of his mind, but he couldn't deny that her hands made him
horny as hell.  Even the pain from the couple of spanks he had gotten couldn't
cover the pleasure he was getting from her touch.  What the hell, he thought,
if he played along, she'd HAVE to let him loose sooner or later.  "Yes,
Can...OW!  Yes, Miss Candace.   Please, touch my cock...OW!" he yelped as he
was spanked again.  "Please touch my penis...OW!  Please touch my peeny and
make me feel good," he finished finally.

"Now was that so hard?" Candace's voice came from somewhere around knee level. 
"Look at what good boys get..." and with that, his hard cock was sucked into
her hot, wet, sucking mouth.

"Je-SUS!" James cried as he enjoyed the sensations that had engulfed his
sensitive shaft.  "Please, Can...OW!  Please, Miss Candace... suck me....
please.... oh... god...." he moaned and pleaded, not even stopping when the
paddle came down on his ass, reminding him of the proper form of address for
his tormentor.

Candace's mouth licked and nibbled and sucked, bringing James such pleasure
that he swore he wanted to be blindfolded for every single one of his blow jobs
from here till eternity.  It was true, he thought, that when you are deprived
of sight, the other senses are more acute.  He certainly found that he could
concentrate more on the throbbing of his cock inside Candace's wet mouth.  The
suction she was exerting on him would put a Hoover vacuum to shame, James
thought, when he could think in between slurps.  Her hands cupped his ass,
bringing his dick closer to where she was kneeling, pulling him against his
bonds.  James didn't even care that there was someone else watching anymore, he
just wanted to enjoy the amazing art of fellatio of which this chick was a
master...or mistress.

Her fingers slowly separated his ass cheeks, and James stiffened slightly as he
felt her finger touch his bunghole.  Jesus, the chick is going to put her
finger up my ass, he thought to himself.  He didn't really care, in fact, he
kind of liked it, but usually he had to convince a woman to do that to him. 
Hell, this Candy was his kind of chick.  Kinky as hell, but she sure knew what
felt good.

Her finger pushed against his backdoor, and slid up about an inch into him. 
James groaned, and he felt her sucking mouth come off of him.  "Do you like
that, Jimmy-boy?  Do you like it when I fuck you with my finger?" she coaxed
him.

"Yes, Can...OW!" the spanker was still back there, and as he got sharply
smacked across his left cheek, he began again.  "Yes, Miss Candace.  I like
it."  He paused.  "OW!  I like it when you fuck me with your finger," he
finished, guessing that was what they were waiting for.

"Mmmmm... good boy," Candace drawled huskily and as he felt her finger withdraw
and then thrust back inside.  Thicker this time.  Two fingers, he would guess
from the size of them.  Strangely, it didn't hurt at all, James thought.  She
must be using some lube.  

As she slightly spread her fingers inside his hole, she suddenly swallowed his
cock all the way to the root, as she started sucking with even more force than
before.  James thought his entire body was going to be sucked out of his penis,
and he groaned in pleasure.  Damn, the chick could even deep throat.  It might
be worthwhile to see this one again, he thought hazily as his brain soared even
higher on the pleasure shooting through his body.  He was gonna come soon, he
thought.  Just a few more minutes of the dual attack of her fingers on his
prostate and her mouth on his cock, and he was willing to bet he would shoot a
load of come in her mouth that would make her drown.

As his balls drew up tight, he felt Candace pull her fingers out of his ass,
but she kept sucking at him.  Just her mouth was going to be enough to send him
over the edge.  He opened his mouth to warn her that he was about to explode,
but then he figured why should he bother.  She deserved to have his jism make
her gag for what she had done to him.  He felt her fingers at his rosebud
again, and he grunted as she shoved what felt like three fingers into him this
time.  It stung a little, but when she passed them over his special spot
inside, it felt incredible.  

"Aw, Gawd," James yelled as he felt his testicles start to force his sap up the
length of his cock.  He blinked as the blindfold was ripped off his face and he
looked down to see a man's face at his crotch.  Je-SUS!  A GUY was giving him
the best blowjob of his life!  And he heard Candace's chuckle in his ear.

"That's right Jimmy-boy.  I'm fucking you in the ass, and a queer is giving you
a blowjob."  James couldn't stop the orgasm.   "What does that make you?" 

James blinked again as lights flashed in his eyes.  Was that the blonde from
last weekend?  What the fuck was her name?  And she had a CAMERA?! 

James tried to block it all out, but the dildo scraped over his prostate one
more time and he came harder than he thought he ever had in his life.  The
spurts were long and painful, and the guy at his knees just smiled and
swallowed it all down.

Candace pulled her strap-on out of James and whispered in his ear.  "That's for
Ann-Marie, Jimmy-boy.  Can't wait for round two, can you?"

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