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Subject: {ASSM} LAURA THE LAWYER PART THREE (MF, IR, MDOM, ANAL)
Date: Fri, 31 Aug 2001 21:10:01 -0400
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thanks to all the folks who have written appreciating this series and making
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LAURA THE LAWYER PART THREE (MF, IR, MDOM, ANAL)

  Laura started to get up from the floor to go to the bedroom as ordered. She
was stopped by Lucas' foot in the small of her back. "Crawl, bitch," he said.
She complied, panting with renewed lust. She could hear him following a few
steps behind her. She could tell he was staring at her lush ass humped up in
the air as she crawled across the floor on her hands and knees. . 

  "Damn," the dominant Blak man said. "That's one fine ass. And I bet it's
cherry, too. Ain't that right, bitch? Your white husband ain't never fucked
that ass, has he? "

   "No," Laura whispered. "Never. No one has." She had reached the door of the
bedroom. 

    "Well, ain't this your lucky day," he laughed. " -~Bout time someone fucked
that cherry ass." 

     "Please," Laura said. "You can do it to me, but please. Be gentle. Don't
hurt me. I'll make it good for you I promise, just don't hurt me. " 

    She yelped as she felt a stinging slap across her buttocks. "You still
don't get it, do you, white bitch?" Lucas sneered. "When I hurt you...that's
when it's good for me. Now shut your mouth and get up on that bed." 

    Laura sobbed as she crawled up onto the bed. The bed was enormous, at least
one and a half times the size of a regular king sized. It was covered with a
soft fur bedspread. Mirrors surrounded the bed on all four walls and the
ceiling. There were iron rings attached to the massive wooden posts at the four
corners of the bed. Other iron rings were screwed into the walls and even the
ceiling. Laura had seen enough of Jackson's video collection to know what those
rings were used for: to bind and suspend his white sluts in whatever position
fit his sadistic whims before he fucked them senseless. She noticed the video
camera on a tripod near the bed, focused on its wide expanse. She looked back
at Jackson, who was holding a remote control in his hand. He clicked the remote
and the tape machine beneath the camera began to whir. A red light came on
above the lens. "Showtime," Jackson said. "Get that ass up in the air." Still
weeping with shame, Laura nevertheless had no choice but to comply. She heard
the bed creak as Jackson crawled up behind her. She felt him garb her hips
roughly  and pull her back against him. She dropped her head to the bedspread
and closed her eyes, gritting her teeth against the anticipated pain. She
moaned in surprise as she felt the head of his cock, not at her asshole, but 
at the lips of her pussy. "This your first ass fuck so I'm gonna lube up with
some pussy juice," he said.  -~Ain't that nice of me?" 

     "Yes," she panted as her pussy lips stretched to accommodate his girth
"Oh, God, please fuck me."  

   "Say thank you, Mr. Jackson," he said. 

   "Thank you, Mr...AAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNH!" Laura groaned as he slid inside her to
the hilt. He began fucking her brutally, his hips slapping against her upraised
buttocks, making it sound as if she was being spanked. "GOD! GOD! GOD!" she
screamed with joy. He reached down with one hand and grabbed her hair, pulling
her head up. "Open up yo' eyes, whore," he commanded. "Tell me what you see." 
 
   Laura opened her eyes. She saw herself reflected in the mirror on the wall.
She was shocked at her appearance. She had always been complimented  on her
aristocratic, refined beauty. There was nothing aristocratic or refined about
the woman she saw in the mirror. Her face was contorted in a grimace of
pleasure and pain,  flushed with passion and streaked with tears of shame. Her
usually perfectly styled and put-up hair was soaked with sweat and hung down in
tangled ringlets around her face. Behind her, Lucas Jackson pounded into her
stretched out pussy relentlessly. 

   "What do you SEE, whore?" he said again, punctuating the word with another
harsh slap to her buttocks. 

   "A whore," Laura gasped. "A whore for your big black cock. Please Mr.
Jackson, fuck your whore harder. Make your whore cum all over your dick. Fuck
me....fuck me....fuck your whhhooooOOOOOOOOOOHHHH..." she screamed aloud as she
climaxed. She pounded her fists against the bed with the intensity of it. "YES!
YES!" she yelled. " MAKE ME CUM! MAKE YOUR WHORE CUM! AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" As her
climax subsided, she lowered her head to the bed again. His grip on her
buttocks kept her ass up in the air as his thrusts slowed. 

   "You like cock, don't you, slut?" he whispered. 

    "Yes," she groaned. "I love it. I love it. I'll do anything, just don't
ever stop fucking me." He slowly pulled out of her pussy, his dick making a wet
slurping sound as her cunt muscles reluctantly released his hardness. "You know
what comes next," he said. 

   "Yes," she whispered. "You're going to take me in the ass. You're going to
fuck my virgin asshole."

    He placed the head of his cock, now soaked with her cum juices, at the
entrance to her back passage. Slowly, he eased forward, forcing the head of his
cock tighter against her anus. She whimpered in pain. 

    "Move back on it, slut," he said softly. "I want to see you take your own
ass-cherry." 

     "Oh, god, sir," she moaned. "Please don't make me do that..." 

     "Do it, bitch," he said, "Or I'll throw your nasty white ass out in the
street. And you won't get no more of this dick you love so much." 

    "Oh, god," she said again. She couldn't imagine such a nasty perverted
thing... forcing her own asshole back onto  the huge invader. But the
alternative was too much to bear. She gritted her teeth and moved back
slightly. The head of his cock spread her open. "Harder, bitch," he snapped.
She pushed back harder. The head of his cock pushed inside her. "UUNnnngh," she
grunted. She pushed back a little more, accepted another inch or so. "Please,"
she whimpered. "It hurrrrts." 

   "I know," he said. "Keep going. Take it all." 

    She pushed back a little more. The pain was all-consuming now. There was no
way she could take any more. "PLEASE!" she whined. "I CANNN'T!" 

     "Do it," he told her. She looked back  over her shoulder at him, her eyes
wild. 

     "Just take it," she begged. "Shove it in all the way. Make it hurt, I
don't care. I want you to hurt me. But don't make me do it like this. I
can't...I can't do it to myself. " 

     "If I pull out, MRS. Hayes," he said, as always emphasizing her married
status. "You're going to pick up your shit and go back to your husband. And
that's the cock you're going to get from now on, and for the rest of your days.
Now if that's what you want..." 

    She sobbed and dropped her face to the bed again. She clenched her teeth
and pushed back, hard. Suddenly, something seemed to give. The full length of
his cock slid into her asshole with one stroke. "AAAAUUUUUUUNH!" she cried out.
"OH.....G-G-GODDDDDD...." the pain was the worst she had ever experienced, as
if someone had thrust a red-hot poker up her backside. He rested inside her for
a moment, stroking her ass-cheeks almost tenderly. "See, now bitch," he said
softly. "I told you you could do it. Didn't I?" She didn't answer, drawing
another slap to her ass. "DIDN'T I?" 

   "Y-y-yes, sir," she stammered. "I'm sorry I was...I'm sorry I doubted you." 

    "Now tell me what you want me to do," he said. 

      A sudden wild impulse made Laura turn her head towards the video camera.
She ran her tongue over her lips and spoke directly to it. "I want you to fuck
my tight ass," she declared. "I want you to rape me,  hurt me,  split me wide
open...fuck your white whore's asshole. All night, every day, let me be your
fuck toy..." she went on and on, using every foul word she had heard any of the
other women on the videotapes use and throwing in a few ideas of her own. 

     Jackson chuckled. Then he slowly pulled almost out of her asshole, making
her groan with the friction of his cock-flesh on her abused nether passage.
When he was almost all the way out,  he thrust himself back in with a massive
lunge of his powerful hips. His heavy balls crashed against her clit and,
incredibly, despite the searing  agony of the  anal impalement, she climaxed.
This was the most intense cum she had had yet, brought to new heights of
convulsive bliss by the mixture of pleasure and pain. He leaned over her and
grasped her dangling breasts beneath her, squeezing them  and using them to
pull her back harder against each deep probing thrust. She began screaming in
total abandon as he fucked her ass. Each thrust slammed his balls against her
pussy and made her come even  more. It could have been one long rolling climax
or a hundred smaller ones, she couldn't tell. All she knew was that she could
not stop coming. She felt her asshole constrict involuntarily around the
massive cock, heard him groan in pleasure. She did it again, this time
deliberately. She felt his cock expand with oncoming climax. She began fucking
him back,  long shuddering groans of climax erupting from her throat as she
milked his cock with her sphincter muscles. "CUM in me," she begged,
emphasizing the word with a hard thrust back against him. "CUM in me. CUM in
your whore's ass. MAKE it yours, baby. TAKE it." He shouted  as his cock began
convulsing, spurting his hot white cum into her eagerly clutching rectum. The
feel of his sperm splashing into her no-longer virgin ass set off yet another
climax in her. The filthy words stuck in her throat, leaving her speechless,
writhing in his strong grasp. Finally, with one last exhausted whimper, she
collapsed on the bed with Jackson on top of her. 

     When she awoke, she was alone in the bed. She got up and walked naked into
the living room. Her clothes were still scattered in the entranceway. Silently,
her head bowed, she began dressing. 
"Back to hubby," she heard him say. She looked up. He was standing in the
doorway between the living room and the kitchen, his arms crossed across his
chest.  He was  fully dressed. That cold smile was back on his face. 

   She nodded miserably and bowed her head again. "Will I see you again?" she
said softly as she buttoned her blouse. 

     "You mean will I fuck you again, MRS. Hayes?" he said. 

    "Yes," she said softly. 

     "You want me to?"

      She nodded, still not looking at him. 

     "Then say it." 

     She looked back at him. "I want you to fuck me again," she said.

    "And what will you do if I do that, MRS. Hayes?" 

    "Anything." she whispered. "I'll do anything you want." 

    "Anything?" it was a challenge. She looked into his eyes. She knew that he
was capable of taking her to any depth of depravity. And, for the first time,
she knew that she would go to those depths if he commanded it. "Anything," she
said finally.  

    He walked over and opened the door. "I'll call you when I want you," he
said. She walked out. 

To Be Continued..... 

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