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Subject: {ASSM} Winter had arrived (MMF, oral, anal, fashion)
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Winter had arrived (MMF, Rom, oral, fashion)

Warning! The following material is adult in nature. That means if you
are underage or this material is not suitable in content to survive
the scrutiny of those who make the laws in your area of the world, do
not read it. This material most probably contains: Male and Female
domination; vaginal, oral, and anal sex; sex of a semi-consensual
nature; fetishistic adornments and sex toys; nasty torture for
characters I didn't like; and a little plot thrown in for good measure
and to separate the sex scenes. The characters in these stories are
not real, but may be based on real people that I have known, met, or
seen. I'll never tell. This and all my other stories are copyright (c)
by me, Fleurius. Permission is given to reproduce this material only
in electronic form and then only for personal use. If I find out that
you are selling my material without my permission, I will track you
down. What the characters in my stories do to each other is nothing
compared to what I can do. On with the stories.



Winter had arrived. 
She finally would be able to dig into the recesses of her wardrobe for
clothes she rarely had the opportunity to wear. Winter was short in
Florida and not that cold but Emma enjoyed the change. A change in
clothing but also a change in mindset. The oppressing heat and rains
of the summer were gone and a light breeze made everyone relax.
Emma is a business-woman. Although her self-confidence is only an
appearance, she knows how to get the job done. She has the respect of
her co-workers and superiors. Raised in a conservative way, she
usually dresses that way. Always classy, never tacky, rarely overtly
sexy would describe her attitude and her way of dressing.
Her face is quite attractive and her body very firm and perky for a
“29” year old, making much younger women jealous of her.
Well proportioned with long slender yet muscular legs, round firm hips
and buttocks, ample and round breasts.
She does get appreciative looks from the men she crosses in the
street. With South Florida’s population, appreciative looks
quite often turn to stares. Heads do turn when she walks in a room as
she has that regal posture and air of elegance.

That Friday was going to be a nice day. She had flown the previous day
to Georgia for business and would have a meeting over dinner with
associates in the early evening and that should be quite fun. Good
food, good wine, nice people.
She had to dress appropriately for such an occasion and a suit was
required. The week-end approaching, she felt a little
“playful”. She would fly after the meeting to meet her
long-distance boyfriend in Saint-Louis and she knew what that meant.
Just thinking about it sent a shiver down her spine.

In that mindset and with the cold wind blowing she picked an outfit
that would turn even more heads. First, she encased her breasts in a
fine, sophisticated black lacy bra, the assorted thong panties and
garter belt came next. Thin black stockings lined her long sexy legs.
She admired herself in the mirror for a minute. She liked wearing sexy
underwear as she knew that would turn on any man who would see them.
It was her little secret turn-on. A red silk blouse tight around her
chest was so smooth and its contact made her smile. Then she put on a
dark gray skirt suit that showed off her figure without reveling too
much. Tightened around the waist by a leather belt, her hips looked
even more sexy as the long narrow skirt swayed when she walked. The
wintery touches came in the form of soft black leather gloves and
black leather knee-high boots. She knew the effect these boots had on
men. They were not the spike heel bondage/fetish patent leather type
boots that she found so ridiculous. These were very fashionable,
expensive boots, with a firm yet soft leather that followed her
feminine calf. The 4 inch stacked high heels made her walk in such a
sexy way that she quite often saw men stare at her legs for what
seemed like an eternity. She was that morning very fashionable, very
sophisticated yet very alluring at the same time.

She was about to step out for her dinner meeting when the hotel room
phone rang. She picked up the phone with her gloved hand and
recognized her boyfriend’s voice. She thought she might be late
for her meeting but a little phone sex sounded good right now. His
call was not what she expected. He had to fly to Chicago immediately
and work all weekend long. Disappointed as she was, she struggled to
stay calm and did not make a scene. If it could not be helped…

On the way to the restaurant, Emma’s mind was racing and his
excuse seemed flimsier and flimsier. She imagined him in the arms of
another woman. After all he was so far away…

As the dinner started with the usual bull-shit, “Hi, long time
no see”, “You look good”, blah blah blah, Emma was
rather quiet and withdrawn. She noticed that Steve C. was there which
she did not expect. Steve was about her age, a sales guy with all that
entails. He was quite attractive yet she found him somewhat annoying
as he was so boisterous, so pretentious. They had met several times
and she had nicely rejected his advances. Steve started his usual
ritual of courtship without much success.
Her new counterpart for the Southwest region was introduced to her.
Brad seemed more down-to-earth. He was also in his late twenties/early
thirties, she noticed he did not wear a wedding band.
After a couple glasses of wine, she started to relax. She even laughed
at some of Steve’s jokes. As the serious dinner finished,
someone offered Emma to join her group as they headed for a nigh-club
with a live band. Since she knew she needed something to take her mind
off the disappointing news she had received, she accepted.

Once she got to the club, she noticed that men were staring in a
rather appreciative way at her. That made her feel better and she
started enjoying the evening. A couple more drinks made everything
more fun. Brad slowly led her away from the group to a more secluded
and darker area of the club. There, they danced to a couple of slow
songs. The liquor helped them getting closer and closer. Finally Brad
opened a side door into an alley.

He started kissing her in the neck, his hands were racing up and down
her back. Emma’s head was spinning from the wine but she was
very conscious of what was happening. The wine had only lowered her
inhibitions. She started returning his kisses. They became more and
more passionate. He was soon feeling her generous breasts and rubbing
her nipples hardened by the cold wind. She could feel her panties
getting soaked as her juices flowed. Brad’s left hand raised her
skirt while his tongue probed her mouth. He found her soft, firm ass
and a moan of appreciation escaped him as he realized she was wearing
a garter belt and a thong. Emma could feel a bulge forming in his
pants. Her hand grabbed his crotch and she also moaned in
appreciation. They went deeper in the alley between the club and the
next door restaurant. By accident Brad pushed an unlocked door leading
in the restaurant. It was dark but safety lights gave them ample
illumination. Emma could not resist any longer. She pushed Brad
against a desk. As he leaned back, she undid his zipper and pulled out
his massive erection. She bent over and started licking his hard cock.
She passionately licked each vein and around the head, brushed away
the pre-cum with her fingers, then slowly took him in her mouth. His
girth was larger than she was used to but then again she had not had
that many lovers. She struggled to get the first few inches in her
mouth. Her jaws were somewhat strained but her mouth was small. She
wondered if he was very large or just average and she had only had
small men before.

After a couple minute of this treatment, Brad felt he owed her back.
He stood up, lifted her and made her lie down on the desk. He pushed
away her thong and his tongue dug into her crevice. He kept stroking
her clit and tasted her juices. By now Emma was biting her hand as she
knew she was about to moan too loud for the situation. She did not
know if she should give in or push him away. She felt Brad’s
fingers probing her pussy. Then Brad was fingering her pussy with one
finger while another pushed its way into her ass. She could not hold
on any longer and let out a long scream as she felt an orgasm come
over her. Once she calmed down, she raised up and pulled his fingers
out of her cunt. Although short of breath, she looked him in the eyes
and said: “I want to feel you inside me, I need it”.  She
could not believe what she had just said. That was so unlike her.

Brad stood up and teased her clit with his cock. He then slowly pushed
himself in her soaked pussy. She moaned louder and louder as he pushed
deeper and deeper. Emma felt her pussy stretching as it was trying to
accommodate such an unusually large member. Once he had pushed his way
to the hilt, he moved back and forth slowly taking his time.
On any other occasions Emma would have felt pain as she was quite
tight but the liquor and the lust made her want more.
Between two moans she screamed to him “faster, please
faster” As he obliged, Emma’s head was swaying side to
side, her boots were swinging in small circles reaching for the walls.
Brad grabbed a hold of one breast with one hand and her ass with the
other. He could feel a garter and that drove him crazy. His fast
thrusts turned into a rough pounding which made the desk shake. Emma
seemed to enjoy it even more. She surprised herself when she uttered
words she had never said before “fuck me hard, don’t you
stop fucking me”. How could he refuse such a plea. Emma was
getting what surely was the hardest pounding of her life. Her pussy
was stretched to its limits and she could feel that 7 inch battering
ram hit her cervix.
While Brad was furiously pumping into Emma’s inner folds, Steve
was looking for them. He asked a bartender who indicated the side
door. As he reached the alley he heard Emma moan and Brad groan.
He was not going to miss out. He had wanted Emma for a long time. He
opened the door and seeing her there, legs spread wide opened, her
stockings and boots swaying high in the air drove him nuts.
He quickly walked to where her head was and brushed her long curly
hair off her face. She gasped when she realized someone else was
there. She recognized him quickly and smiled when she recognized what
he held in his hand. Lust had changed this somewhat conservative woman
into a sex craving animal. Brad did not seem to mind so she pulled
Steve closer and started licking his cock. The fast rhythm of
Brad’s pounding was helping her suck Steve’s much better.
Steve was soon real hard and she did not know what to do. Brad however
had an idea. He withdrew his prick from her gushing pussy, motioned
Steve to take his place. As Steve slowly eased the head of his really
long yet narrow cock into her, Emma hungrily sucked the other
available cock down her throat. She had never deep-throated anyone but
quickly found what to do. Steve was soon thrusting hard, pulling his
whole pole out before filling her again. She took the cock out of her
mouth to take a breath and scream “faster, fuck me
faster”.

The picture was now set like this: Steve was violating her pussy with
fast strokes of his 9  inch long cock, her legs against his chest, her
boots around his neck. Brad was being deep-throated by this, by now,
sex hungry vixen. The last straw was when Steve could not hold any
longer. He shot several thick jets of cum down Emma’s throat.
Although she had never swallowed any man’s cum thinking it was
disgusting, that’s when the most massive orgasm of her life came
over her. As she recovered, she realized that Steve’s cock was
gone too. Both men stood there looking at her, lying there, half naked
except for her lingerie and boots, panting on a desk. Steve sat
against the desk and both guys pulled her to him. She straddled
Steve’s pole and started going up and down, slow at first but
soon she was riding it as if her life depended on it. Seeing that she
was not yet fully satisfied, Brad inserted a still wet finger into her
ass. Feeling both of her orifices invaded felt more wonderful than she
had ever imagined. She had let an old boyfriend of hers take her ass a
few times. She wasn't sure if she had liked it as her upbringing and
the pain told her she shouldn't.
Lust and curiosity came over her inhibitions again. Quickly she came
off Steve’s pole with a plop, turned around and stood straight
on her high heels. She bent over at the waist and gulped Brad’s
almost flaccid cock while Steve grabbed her round ass and slid his
cock in her pussy. Brad soon regained a rather firm appearance thanks
to her passionate blow job and him manhandling her breasts. Emma took
control of the situation as she pushed Steve back and pulled Brad
forward. They understood what she wanted. Emma impaled herself on the
long thin dick awaiting her ass while Brad lifted her by the thighs
and entered her pussy. The furious ride that ensued was loud and
explosive. Emma could get most of that javelin into her innards and
she could feel Brad’s milk bottle sized member tearing her
pussy. She was sandwiched between two really horny guys. Her boots
were swinging up and down, the heels banging against the deck as a
drum marking the rhythm.  She could not take much more and when Steve
shot his load inside her, the multiple orgasms that washed over her
made her contract her pussy so much that Brad also exploded deep in
her pussy. All three fell gasping for air on the desk and a chair.
Their bodies still mangled.

Once they had recovered, they dressed back up. Quickly agreed that
nothing of that night should ever get out. No one should now or that
would ruin their careers and Steve’s marriage.
They left one by one and took separate taxis back to their hotel.
Emma’s driver kept looking at her in his rearview mirror as she
struggled to put tissues in her panties to keep Brad and Steve juices
from flowing out her sore anus and torn pussy.

Letting go had felt so good and Emma thought she should feel guilty.
She only felt wonderful.

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