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Subject: {ASSM} Sonya Undone Part 1 Chap 2 {Dick Cummings} (MF cyber mast)
Date: Thu, 23 May 2002 06:10:04 -0400
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Sonya Undone (MF cyber)
Part One:  In the Beginning

Chapter Two

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WARNING: This story is fiction, and should be treated as such. The
following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains
descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex
stories upset you, DO NOT read any further. If it is illegal in your
geographical location, DO NOT read it.
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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. This work is copyright (2002) by the 
author, aka Dick Cummings. This work may be posted on any web site that does 
not charge for access to this work. All other rights reserved by author, 
contact at DickCummings@hotmail.com for permission prior to use. This work 
depicts sexual situations and conduct which may be offensive to some and / 
or illegal in some jurisdictions. The author does not engage in or encourage 
the reader to engage in illegal or unsafe to any participant. This work 
depicts violence in sexual situations. The author does not engage in or 
encourage the reader to engage in any activity which might be harmful to any 
participant.
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Comments on this story are appreciated.
Send comments to SonyaUndone@hotmail.com

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Sonya Undone
Part One:  In the Beginning
Chapter Two

Waiting... I NEVER liked waiting.  When I was a kid I hated waiting for 
Santa to come at Christmas.  I always hated waiting and I still do.

There I was, waiting again.  The minutes seemed to crawl by with the speed 
of a tired caterpillar.  I sent my email to Sonya at 11:54 p.m. on May 6, 
2002 and I was waiting for her reply.  I didn't expect her to be sitting at 
her computer all the time, watching and waiting for my email.  I figured it 
would be a day or so before I'd hear from Sonya.  So I waited...

The first day passed slowly.  I checked my email every few minutes, hoping 
against hope that Sonya's response would be in my Inbox.  Nothing... nothing 
but the daily deluge of spam that I get in my Hotmail every day.  Offers to 
make me a millionaire, all I have to do is invest a few thousand... Offers 
to sell me an elixir that would make my manhood stand taller than a pine 
tree.  And countless offers to show me the delights of girls that were nasty 
and just barely legal teenagers.  But nothing from Sonya...

The next day was more of the same.  And the next, and the next... Gradually 
I cut back on checking my Hotmail, realizing that Sonya probably dumped my 
feeble response to her ad along with hundreds of others.  Several times I 
reread my message.  The more I read it, the more I realized how lame it was. 
  Sheez, I don't think I would have responded to it if I were Sonya.  I 
almost wrote a new message, but decided not to write again since it would 
seem pretty desperate.

After several days I settled back into my old routine.  I was up early each 
morning, early enough to see the sunrise as I had my first cup of coffee on 
the patio.  After my coffee I take a quick plunge into the pool.  Thirty 
laps later I pull myself out and lie on the deck, catching my breath.  I 
follow up by doing one hundred standard pushup and two hundred sit-ups.  
After completing my exercises I relax with a second cup of coffee and a 
couple of cigarettes.  It's a terrible habit, but somebody has got to keep 
Brown & Williamson in business...  Off to work by seven, back home by five 
p.m.  Another dip in the pool to take away the stress of the day, this time 
just a few leisurely laps and relax, floating on my back and counting the 
sheep that are formed by the clouds in the sky.  I cook a quick supper, 
usually simply searing a boneless chicken breast and making a generous 
salad.  After supper I spend the rest of the evening in my home office.  The 
first couple of hours are devoted to studying for my Microsoft Windows 2000 
certification exams.  In my field you have to keep up with the times and 
I've got three more tests to complete for the Windows 2000 MCSE.

I wrap everything up around ten p.m.  Then I crank up my web browser and hit 
the net.  Usually I spend an hour or so checking out the new stories at 
ASSTR.  If they are very good I normally get a hardon and wind up beating my 
meat while I read them.  Once I've cum I generally ease off and move on to 
checking my Hotmail account.  I have to do it every day to keep the mail 
down below the 2 MB limit that Bill and company have imposed on the free 
service.

On May 16th, I went about my routine in the normal manner.  I had given up 
on hearing from Sonya and chalked it up to my lack of experience in this new 
world of Net relationships.  The new stories that night on ASSTR sucked.  
Most of them were gay themes and that really doesn't do anything for me.  
So, still unrelieved of my sexual tension, I turned to Hotmail.  As usual, 
my Inbox had about forty new messages.  I selected them all and rolled the 
mouse to hit the delete button, when Sonya's name caught my eye.  The 
subject line was "ur soooo good when ur BAD."  I double clicked to open the 
message and read:
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harry

u got me so hot!  my pussy is so wet from the cyber fuck u jst gave me on 
yahoo msgr u made me cum when u made me pinch my big nipples so hard and 
when you told me that u were cummin when i poked my fingers up my fat ass i 
cdnt stand it and had to cum again.  pls meet me at yahoo agn tmorrow i cant 
get enuf of u

harry, thank u for making me be so bad for u

own my knees hot and wet for u

sonya

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What the fuck!  I reread the message and then realized what must have 
happened.  Sonya, the slut, must have accidentally grabbed my email address 
instead of this guy "harry" when she was writing to thank him for getting 
her off in cyber space.   As I read the message over and over I found myself 
getting madder and madder, both at Sonya and this "harry" guy.  I also found 
that thinking of Sonya and how she seemed to be so hot in this situation was 
arousing me even more.  I stroked my cock and suddenly was overcome by the 
image of Sonya cumming when she finger fucked herself in the ass for him.  
My own orgasm hit me hard and my cum spurted out, filling the paper towel I 
use to prevent making a mess.  As I trembled, squeezing out spurt after 
spurt from my cock I became determined to find a way to learn more about 
what this slut was doing....

Sonya's misdirected email message piqued my curiosity.  As I considered the 
situation I became determined to learn more about this woman and what she 
was doing.  But how?  There didn't seem to be any way for me to learn about 
Sonya if she would not reply to my email.  I sat for a couple of hours 
turning the puzzle over in my mind, but every avenue of approach I came up 
with seemed to lead to a dead end.  Finally fatigue set in and about one 
a.m. I gave up and went to bed.

I normally fall asleep easily and that night was no exception.  I don't even 
remember putting my head on my pillow before succumbing to the siren's call 
of slumber.  Normally I sleep soundly and don't recall any dreams upon 
waking in the morning.  That was not this case this night.  My dreams were 
filled with recurring scenes of Sonya.  I saw and heard her as she 
participated in marathon cyber-fucks with the unseen Frank.  My ears seemed 
filled with echoes of her cries of passion as she drove herself to the peak 
of passion and then beyond.  I must have tossed and turned a lot because 
when I awoke at four a.m. I was all tangled up in the sheets.  My cock was 
hard and throbbing.  I reached to touch it and I exploded, shooting my spunk 
into the air.  In my mind's eye it sprayed and spatter Sonya's ass, gobs of 
semen landing everywhere.  I saw it pool and collect in the crack of her ass 
and then trickle slowly down across the dark rosebud of her anus.  And as my 
emissions dwindled to a trickle it came to me.  I didn't know much about 
Sonya, but I knew how to use her desires to learn more...




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