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Subject: {ASSM} A Symphony of Debauchery (Pt2)
Date: Sun, 21 Apr 2002 21:10:04 -0400
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A man and a woman exchanging emails over a period of weeks wrote the
following story.



   A Symphony of Debauchery

   By Sybian & Your slave

   Pt2

   (C) 2002 by your_slave02@hotmail.com & Sybian1@aol.com All rights
reserved.  No part may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any
electronic means, including photocopying, recording or by any information
and retrieval system, without the written permission of the author.

   She loved the sexual way he made her feel, showed her the power she
could have in sexual submission.  She was drunk with it, intoxicated with
this new woman he had uncovered for her.  He showed her how she could dress
shamelessly and it would be alright.That she could play "dress up" like a
little girl and have fun rediscovering her femininity.

   Glancing at the gold Breitling chronomat as he snapped it on his wrist
he realized that she would already be in the hotel bar waiting for him.  He
also knew that the way she looked men wishing her company were already
approaching her.  Maybe that's how he would defile her.  Tell her to pickup
two men and take them back to this room.  He would be the third and he
would make it appear that she was a prostitute of his acquaintance.  He
would take out a wad of bills, and in front of the others, pay her for her
services.  Then they would all have her.  Could she stand that?  It would
certainly not be what she expected.  But the thought of his virginal Cathy
with a cock in her mouth, her cunt and her ass found him quite hard again
as he made his way to the door.  Just a thought.  We'll see.

   Cathy waited in the bar like she was told.  Dressed as she was and in a
bar during the evening, she attracted a few men whose company she politely
declined.  She was looking for a certain species of men.  Aloof,
aggressive, arrogant...the kind of men that think their aura is completely
irresistible.  But it couldn't be just one, it had to be two.  Her sights
were set on the two men who boldly approached her, asked if they could buy
her a drink, self-assured and cocky as hell.  Two businessmen having drinks
after work and starting to feel the effects of the alcohol they had
consumed, the conversation turned to sex.  They had inquired if she was
waiting for someone, which she answered no, but they didn't ask further
questions about why she was there alone.  Cathy had a knack for turning her
charm and sexiness up to warp speed and she could feel that it was working
on these two unsuspecting men.  As the lurid talk continued, Cathy smiled
deep inside herself and thought, " You two fools think you've got
yourselves a letter to Penthouse in the works here.  Something to tell the
guys at work." Little did they know that they would be players in her
scheme.  This interlude of rampant sex wasn't for their pleasure.  It
wasn't even so much for hers, although she knew she would enjoy it.  This
was for Steven.  Steven who had captured her heart and her mind and had
fulfilled all of her sexual fantasies.  He wanted to have her as the object
of a gangbang.  He wanted to see her manipulated and filled to her very
soul with cock.  She would lure these two innocent players to her room,
cunning as she was, and her love would be there to orchestrate this in the
way that was pleasing to him.  It was her gift to him.  She knew that
physically, she would love this.  But heaven would come when she would see
the look on Steven's face when he saw her perform.

   Yes, that would be the way.  He would have her arrange her own
defilement, a performance for him.  Steven reached down and picked up the
phone, quickly punching in the numbers of Cathy's cell phone.  After two
rings she answered..........."Hello?" "Where are you?" "I'm in the lounge,
like you said, waiting" "Good girl.  Are you alone?" "Well,......not
really" "Good" "Good?" "Yes, listen carefully whore" She still cringed when
he called her that "I'll require you to find two men.  You know the type,
ones that don't have deep thoughts about anything, preferably wearing
wedding rings.  Seduce them.  Convince them that you're a very expensive
call girl there to meet a client.  Let them introduce the idea of all three
of us having you.  Tell them you'll need to call me to make sure it's all
right and then do so.  Do I make myself understood?" "Yes, perfectly" "Oh
and Cathy?" "Yes?" "Make sure that they are decently hung.  Run your nails
along the outlines of their cocks in their pants, I'm sure just being in
close proximity to my girl will have them quite aroused.  Master only wants
the best for his toy." "Thank you" "Get moving, I'm waiting" click

   Steven wanted these men to be seduced by her.  She would enjoy every
moment of it.  They oozed of everything that she abhorred in men. 
Arrogant, pretentious, moneyed, self-assured, cocky, of the mind that they
were able to possess anything that they wanted just by the simple virtue of
their presence.  Men that had come on to her throughout her entire life,
that she sneered at, not even wanting to be flirtatious with them for they
made her nauseous.  This would be her vindication.  How easily they were
falling into her trap.  The one man especially was coming on hard and
revisited the question of what she was doing there.  She said, " I am a
call girl and was told to meet a client at this bar." They both looked
taken back by her answer.  " A call girl, eh?" he smiled, "Then I'm sure
you've had more than one man in a session." Oh, God, could it be this easy?
" Yes, as a matter of fact I have and mmmmm, it is quite a treat," she
said. "And what is it about that scenario that you like?" he asked.  The
man standing opposite from her appeared to be nervous and started looking
around as if everyone in the room knew what they were talking about.  "I
love the feeling of being overwhelmed with cock," she lied.  How would she
know what that felt like?  She had only been with a few men in her life and
all but her husband had been when she was young.  This was her part to play
as directed by Steven.  "And how would your client feel about us joining
you two?" he asked.  "Well it's more like do I deem you worthy of being
included?" she quipped.  By this time the nervous one had moved in closer,
hoping to seclude the conversation into the intimate circle where they sat.
He was still looking around and almost fell over when Cathy reached under
the table and grabbed his crotch.  He was as stiff as a rock and decently
hung and appeared embarrassed at her aggressive gesture.  She smiled at him
and gently licked her top lip, "You can be included anytime," she
whispered. "Uh, thanks," he said.  She noticed his ring.  "Oh, so that's
why you're so nervous," she said.  "Don't worry, it'll be our little
secret." She winked.  The other man practically stuck his crotch in her
hand.  She availed her nails, which raked across the length of his shaft.
He was smaller in size and paled in comparison to Steven's manhood, but he
was a willing accomplice, he would have to do.  His eyes fluttered and he
leaned forward and said, " I'll give it all to you, just the way you like
it." Cathy bit her lip to keep from laughing in his face.  "Mmmmm, and I
can't wait," she quipped, "but I have to make sure it's okay with my
client. He is very authoritative and may not like this." She called the
hotel desk and asked for his room number.  She said, " Master, there are
two men here that would be interested in joining you and I.  If it pleases
you." They looked puzzled as to why she used the word "master".  The
nervous one looked reluctant and was motioning to the other that he wanted
to leave.  His eyes were fixed on Cathy's mouth as she spoke, ignoring his
friend as he was imagining what this would be like.  "Is this what you
want, Darling," Steven asked.  "You know I do," she smiled.  "Then let us
begin.  Bring them up here now," he commanded.

   Steven opened the door to his guests.  He was dressed in a
double-breasted black Armani suit with a white Italian silk T-shirt
underneath.  He usually wore all black but thought the white would best
show off his recent tan.

   "Cathy, gentlemen, my suite is yours," with a big grin and an expansive
wave of his arm.

   Cathy walked in followed by the two men.  Her nylon skirt swished
seductively against her nylon stockings as she walked in her stiletto
"fuck-me" pumps, rolling her hips for the men following behind her.

   "Gentlemen, won't you be seated," Steven gestured toward two chairs
adjoining a table.

   When they were seated Steven drew Cathy close to him and began to kiss
her deeply.  As he did so he hiked up Cathy's already short skirt and took
the globes of her ass in his hands.  Because Cathy's back was now towards
the two men they had a perfect view of her bottom and her stockings.  She
wore no underwear as Steven didn't allow it.  He kneaded her ass flesh as
he raped her mouth with his tongue.  In a few moments he was through
greeting her and pulled away.  Cathy remained standing where she was,
motionless.

   Steven walked behind the two seated men and said, "My whore says that
you'd like to fuck her.  And I like nothing better than watching her fuck.
She's the best at what she does, a true artist, isn't that right slut?"

   "Yes, Master"

   The two men were starting to have second thoughts about what they might
have gotten themselves into, but their egos wouldn't allow them to back
out. Though quite frankly, given their erections, they'd have trouble
standing much less walking out of the room.

   "Cathy, why don't you show us what we will have this evening."

   She bent from the waist, reaching around and bunching her skirt up so
her ample bottom was revealed again, then she grabbed her ankles.  After a
pause Cathy reached around and spread her ass open for their inspection. 
Her cunt glistened with her arousal.

   "What do you need tonight, Cathy?" Steven whispered.

   "I need to have all my holes filled with cock.  Your slave needs to be
fucked in her ass, her cunt and she needs to have cum shot down her
throat."

   "You see gentlemen.  Cathy is a girl that knows what she wants.  Shall
we give it to her?", an evil laugh from Steven

   Cathy was immediately struck by Steven's power.  She had been captivated
by his words and the pictures that he had sent.  He commanded attention
with just his mere presence.  She gazed longingly at him as he stood behind
these two men, speaking to her in a way that made her weak.  Her cunt felt
as if it would burst with the anticipation of having this man, she had seen
his mammoth cock in a picture and knew she would be complete once it had
broken through her wetness.

   End of Part Two 

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