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Subject: {ASSM} Traci Finds A Chat Room (f mast solo light ds)
Date: Thu, 28 Mar 2002 15:10:04 -0500
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"Traci Finds A Chat Room"
by SexKitten (sexkitten@lookingforme.com)

        Traci dumped her books on the floor as soon as she got home,
running down the hall towards her room.
	"Why are you in such a hurry?" her mother asked as she ran off.
	"I have to go to the bathroom!" Traci yelled over her shoulder.  She
rushed into the bathroom and slammed the door behind her.  "Well, it's
not a total lie," Traci thought to herself as she pulled her pants and
panties off and lifted up her blouse.  She sat on the toilet,
spreading her legs to expose her engorged clit.  She breathed a loud
sigh of relief as she rubbed her clit relentlessly and pinched and
rubbed her nipples, desperate to cum.  That afternoon at school she
had been talking to some of her friends when the sluttiest girls in
the school sat near the tree where her friends gathered for lunch, and
began to swap sex stories.  While her friends were busy chattering
away, she pretended to listen to their boring tales while she secretly
listened to the sluts instead.
	"Have any of you had an orgasm with water before?" one of the sluts
had said in a hushed tone.
	"No, what do you mean?" another slut responded.
	The first slut went into lurid and graphic detail, describing how she
had gone into the tub and lay under the faucet with her pussy up
against the wall of the tub and let the water work its magic.  Traci
sat with an absentminded smile for her friends, but secretly her pussy
was sopping with juices as the slut had gone into every wet detail
about the splashing water running on her clit, how she had played with
her nipples, and the delicious description of her orgasm.  Her every
word and exactly how she had said it was ingrained in Traci's memory,
and she called it back up as she sat on the toilet masturbating.  It
wasn't long before she exploded in orgasm, she muffled her own cries
as her legs spasmed, as her fingers rubbed her clit right over the
edge.
	"Holy fuck," Traci whispered.  She picked up her clothes, flushed the
toilet to keep up the facade for her mom, and snuck down the hallway
half-naked to her bedroom.  She stripped down and put on a robe,
taking her bath supply basket back to the bathroom.
	"There you are!" her mom said when she spotted her in the hallway. 
"You're going to take a bath at this hour?  You just got home from
school!"
	"Well, I have to get to school early tomorrow ... so I figured I'd
get ready tonight instead of in the morning," Traci said nervously.
	"Okay, well daddy and I are going to a dinner party with his business
associates, we'll be back late. Will you be okay sweet heart?"
	"Mom I'm almost 17!  I'll be fine," Traci said, edging away from her
mom towards the bathroom.
	"Oh of course, almost 17 ... why you're practically an old hag," she
laughed. "We'll be back later, call us if you need anything."
	Traci rushed into the bathroom, locking the door and running the
water for her "bath".  She leaned against the wall naked, staring at
the deep, oval tub as the water ran, waiting patiently for her parents
to leave.  When she heard the slam of the door, she got in the tub and
followed the school-slut's advice.
	She shimmied her ass to the edge of the tub, raising her legs up and
spreading them against the shower wall.  The water rushed down her ass
and thighs, so she shimmied closer and closer, edging her clit towards
the rushing water.  That's when she felt it hit her clit.
	"Unh," she moaned instinctively.  She leaned back, grabbing the edge
of the tub as the water rushed over her clit, dancing on it in the
most delightful way.  The water's touch was smooth and delicate, yet
it was a constant motion that brought her close to orgasm faster than
she had ever been able to do by hand.
	"Uuuuuunnnh," she groaned as her climax built inside her.  The water
ran over her nub, relentlessly stroking it, until finally the orgasm
hit her so hard she literally screamed as her body exploded.  She
raised her hips to meet the rushing water, and as she did so she lost
her grip on the edge of the tub.  She kept moaning as she finished her
cum, sliding downwards in the tub towards the faucet.  She was deep in
the tub in an awkward position, her legs sprawled up high and apart.
	She struggled to get herself up, to move away from the water that was
torturing her now delicate clit, but the tub was too slippery.  She
tried to push with her arms and hands but they kept sliding on the
tub's surface, making it impossible for her to get a grip.  The pain
on her clit from the running water was too much, and her panicked
state was not helping the matter.  The water rubbed her love button
like a sadistic master, deaf to her cries for mercy.  She tried to
push away with her legs but they were weak from her hard cum.  Finally
she managed to bend her right knee enough to get her foot planted flat
against the wall, but just as she was about to shove away the pain
turned delicious.
	"Oooh," she moaned, stretching her leg out again.  "Ahhh yeah," she
moaned, rubbing her tight, cold little nipples.  "Oh yes," she hissed
as a second, stronger orgasm built.  "Oh fuck," she said out loud, so
entranced with the intensity of her building orgasm she couldn't help
it, "I'm gonna cum so fucking haa ... ahhhh aaaaard!!  Unhhh! Yeah!!"
She screamed, pinching her nipples hard as her legs straightened, and
her hips instinctively raised.  She moaned and cursed as she came,
hard.
	When she was finished she was out of breath, and her muscles felt
weak and rubbery.  She could hardly move her arms, much less fight the
walls of the slippery tub.  The water tortured her sensitive little
clit yet again, and her knees too weak to even bend, so she succumbed
to the torture, laying naked in the bath underneath her faucet-master.
 She had cum a third time and was building to the fourth orgasm when
she realized she could sit up, and if she stretched her arms enough,
she might be able to reach the knobs to turn off the water.  Luckily
she worked out often, and she used her exquisite stomach muscles to
reach up to the unusually high knobs.  She stretched her arm as high
and far as she could, tapping the knob with her fingers trying to get
a grip.  The water was still running on her clit, and her orgasm
continued to build as she stretched, and for some reason being in this
predicament turned her on so much, it made her cum yet again.  She
finally got a grip on the knob and held on to it as she came, letting
the water run just until she was finished.
	"Whew!" she exhaled when she finally turned off the water.  She
crawled out of the tub, weak kneed, and wrapped herself in her warm
robe.  She shuffled off to her bedroom, tired from the 5 orgasms she
had in the last 2 hours, but strangely enough, still horny.
	She tried watching TV, but her twat was uninterested in the stupid
sitcoms.  She turned it off and wandered over to her computer, logging
on to AOL to see if there was anything interesting on the net.  She
was vaguely unfamiliar with the computer, using it only to do research
for school projects, to play games, or sometimes for shopping.  She
surfed around mindlessly when she heard a strange little chime.
	"What the...?"  A little white window popped up with a message.  
	"Traci is that you?" it read.  She was confused, having never
received an IM before.
	She saw a cursor where it looked like she could type, so she tapped
in "who is this?"
	"It's Lyla from school!"
	Traci gasped out loud when she realized it was the slut from school,
the very one she had overheard talking about her tub experiences!  She
felt her clit throb, not sure how to respond to her since they weren't
very good friends, yet Lyla's advice had given Traci the hardest,
greatest orgasms she had ever had in her life.
	"Hi Lyla, yes its me Traci" Traci wrote back, unsure of what else to
say.
	"Cool! Whats up?"
	"Nothing just bored. Whats up with you?"
	"I'm chatting in a really cool chat room! You should come in here!"
	Traci had heard of chat rooms before, but they sounded boring. What
was so great about typing to a bunch of old people?  "No thanks, I
think I'm going to bed early. Night" Traci typed, and leaned over
about to turn off her computer.
	"Wait! Come check it out, its in the SEX channels"
	That caught Traci's attention.
	"Sex channels?"
	"Yeah! Click on Member Rooms, then scroll down to the channel called
highschoolsex!"
	Traci thought about it.  Was it a trick?  Was Lyla trying to catch
her so she could tell everyone at school the next day and they could
all make fun of her?  She wasn't feeling daring enough to risk it. 
"Sorry I have to go. Night," Traci typed, then shut off the computer. 
She sat in the dark in her computer chair for a while, thinking about
it.  She wondered what the channel was about, and she was feeling
horny and curious.  "I know! I'll make a fake nickname."
	She turned the computer back on, logged on to AOL, and made herself a
new nickname: "CyberSlut".  She laughed as she typed it and logged on
to AOL with her new identity.  She did as Lyla said and went into the
"highschoolsex" chat room.  It looked about as boring as Traci had
expected, people were talking too fast for her to keep up and about
things she didn't really get.  She felt like she had crashed a
stranger's party.  She was about to leave when she got a message from
someone named "HandsomeDom".
	"Hello, CyberSlut," HandsomeDom messaged her.
	"Hi" Traci replied.
	They exchanged names and chatted for a long time.  Traci discovered
that his name was Michael, and he sent her a picture of himself. 
Traci thought he looked pretty hot.
	"So how did you get the name CyberSlut?" Michael asked her.
	"I just made it up. I was curious about what was in this chat room."
	"I see," Michael said.  "Would you be interested in talking on the
phone?"
	Traci thought about it for awhile, but it didn't take long for her to
reply "Sure!"
	In minutes, Traci was logged off the computer and talking to Michael
on the phone.  He had a deep, sexy voice, a man's voice, way hotter
than the guys from school.  He was funny, and smart, and made her
giggle and feel a little nervous, and ... well, horny.
	"Tell me what you're wearing Traci," Michael said after they'd been
talking a while.
	"I'm ... um, naked," Traci said, blushing.
	"Oh really? Naked?  Is there a particular reason?"
	Traci blushed again, remember her long cum session in the tub.  "No
reason, I'm just ... almost ready for bed."
	"I see.  Get in your bed, Traci."
	"Okay," Traci said, feeling uneasy about his authoritative commands,
yet strangely aroused.
	"Do you masturbate, Traci?"
	"No," Traci lied, feeling her face turn beet red.
	"Oh come now, with a nickname like CyberSlut you've never
masturbated?"
	"Well ... I guess I ... I mean ..." Traci stammered, feeling
embarassed and unsure.
	"How often do you make yourself cum, CyberSlut?" Michael's voice
suddenly turned a bit more sinister.
	"Um, well ... once or twice a day," Traci felt wierd that he was
using her AOL nickname suddenly.
	"I see. And how many times have you cum today, CyberSlut?"
	"Um .. well ..." Traci was too embarassed to say the word FIVE out
loud.  It seemed so nasty and whorish.
	"Traci, I can sense that you're feeling shy.  Do you know what a Dom
is?"
	"No ..."
	"Well ... think of it as someone who understands your needs."
	"My needs?"
	"Yes.  You picked the nickname CyberSlut because you ARE a slut."
	Traci gasped.  "That's not true!"
	"Yes it is, slut. Don't yell at me, you're the one who picked that
nickname, and that's because you know your true nature."
	"But I've never even .. I mean I haven't ... oh forget it."
	"Are you a virgin, honey?"
	"Yes," Traci replied in a small voice.
	"Oh goodness. A sweet little 16 year old virgin slut."
	"I'm almost 17!" Traci protested.  "And I'm NOT a slut!"
	"You need to send me a picture, honey," Michael said.
	Traci felt her nipples getting hard as he spoke, his voice was so
deep and sexy it turned her on to hear it.  "I'm not sure how," Traci
said.
	"I'll show you.  For now, I think I need to teach you a lesson."
	"What do you mean?" Traci asked nervously.
	"Spread your legs, slut.
	"Stop calling me that!"
	"Listen, Traci dear.  Do you like me?"
	"Yes."
	"Do you like the way I look?"
	"Yes."
	"Do you like the way I sound?"
	"Yes."
	"Do you want to keep talking to me?"
	"Yes!"
	"Okay, then you need to just shut the fuck up and do what I say. 
Understand, slut?"
	"I guess," Traci muttered, feeling mildly annoyed.
	"Spread your legs."
	Traci couldn't help but do what he said, every word he spoke seemed
to make her pussy cream like it never had before.
	"Did you do it?"
	"Yeah," Traci said, barely audible.
	"Good. Now start rubbing that hot little clit of yours," Michael
said.
	Michael ordered Traci on every little detail about masturbating
herself, and he made her cum 3 times over the phone.
	"Alright slut," Michael said, as Traci panted breathlessly into the
phone from her final third orgasm.  "Its late, and time for bed.  Now
I'm going to call you tomorrow night at 6pm sharp.  Answer the phone,
and you better be naked and in bed when I call."
	"But ..." Traci started to protest.
	"Shut up.  Now before you go to sleep tonight, masturbate yourself to
orgasm again, after you cum, you may go to sleep."
	"But ..." Traci protested again.
	"Will you stop trying to argue with me? Just do what you're told.
Goodnight, Traci." they hung up, and Traci laid back in her bed, her
hands still sticky from her 3 previous self-fucks with Michael.
	She was tired, and didn't feel like cumming again.  She wasn't sure
if she should do what Michael had said or just forget about it and go
to sleep.
	But, the more she thought about it, the more turned on she became. 
Something about his voice, or the way he took the liberty of bossing
her around, and the way he made her touch herself ... it turned her on
and she didn't know why.
	She felt her hands tweaking and rubbing her nipples as she lie in
bed.  Before she knew it she was masturbating herself, hot and heavy
in her bed, her fingers manipulating her clit with expertise as her
other hand fondled and rubbed her nipples.  She came suddenly, her
hips bucking upwards as she exploded in orgasm all over her own
fingers.  "Oh Michael," she moaned, and she soon fell asleep, her
fingers still buried in her cunt.

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