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From: "Elena" <thefabulouselena@yahoo.co.uk>
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Subject: {ASSM} Lottery Winner (MF) by Elena
Date: Fri, 18 Apr 2003 23:10:03 -0400
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"Lottery Winner" by Elena -- thefabulouselena@yahoo.co.uk

This story is rude.  It has sex in it.  Do not read it if you are not
supposed to.

The author grants permission for this story to be distributed in any way
whatsoever as long as the text is not changed and the contact e-mail address
thefabulouselena@yahoo.co.uk is given.

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"He seems nice enough.  How long is it you've known him now love?"

Kathy took a sip of her wine before answering.  "Two months, mum.  I met him
just after New Year, remember?"

"What's he like then?" asked Leah.  "You know," she giggled, "in bed?"

"Leah!" Alice barked at her younger daughter.

"What?" replied Leah.  "I want to know!  He's so handsome."

Kathy felt herself blushing slightly.  "Well..." she said, embarassed, "we
haven't..."

"Quite right too," said Alice.  "And Leah, I think you've had enough to
drink."  Leah was 17, and despite being underage was quite used to drinking,
although she'd never tell her mother that.

There was a sound of flushing water from upstairs.  A few moments later,
Sean walked back into the room, and smiled at Kathy.  "Did you say there was
pudding?"

*****

Kathy felt like the luckiest woman in the world.  She'd always been lucky,
ever since the genetic roulette of conception had blessed her with an
athletic body and beautiful wavy dark hair.  She had grown up in a close and
loving family, and had never bemoaned the lack of a father around the house.
Her mum had given Kathy and her sister Leah all the love they could ever
have wanted.

And now, this; Kathy had fallen in love.

At least, she thought it was love.  Sean wasn't the most handsome man in the
world, but he was tall and strong, and he had the most charming manner.
She'd first met him when he came to repair her gas boiler.  However, it was
a couple of weeks later when they'd got chatting down the pub that they'd
really clicked.  He looked at her as if she was a beautiful, precious
flower, to be adored and protected.  He bought her dinner, took her to the
theatre.  He talked about his family and his job, but he listened when she
spoke and made her feel as if every word that came out of her mouth was
important.

Then, one sunny spring morning he took her to the park, and on a rowing boat
in the middle of the lake he pulled a box out of his pocket.

"Kathy, my darling, will you be my wife?"

The world around her seemed to snap into sharp focus.  She was aware of the
sunlight glancing off the rippling water, the ducks flapping and quacking,
the hard wooden bench beneath her which suddenly felt so hard and real.  The
air in her lungs felt so clean and   It was as if everything had become as
bright and as sharp as the sparkling, faceted gem that he placed before her.
She opened her mouth to speak, but before she could, he went on.

"Before you say yes, you should know that I'm an old fashioned kind of
bloke.  I want a wife that will love, honour and obey.  If you marry me, I
will cherish you forever, but I will expect you to... well, you know, treat
me as a man should be treated.  You won't ever regret it, I promise you."

Kathy had not expected the proposal; she certainly hadn't expected this
speech.  All she knew was that something inside her felt that this was
right, and it bubbled joyously to the surface.

"Yes, yes Sean, I will, I will."

He leant forward from his bench and took her into his arms and kissed her as
if she was the only woman alive.

*****

"Well, I can't say I'm completely pleased about this, love, but if it's what
you want I won't stop you.  Sean is a lovely man, but couldn't you have
waited?"

Alice fussed with Kathy's hat, arranging the short veil to her satisfaction.
When at last it seemed to be obeying her wishes, she perched the hat on
Kathy's head, careful not to mess with the neat french plait, then she
squinted at it with a frown.

"I am mum.  I love him."

"But it's only been two weeks!  You know what they say, marry at haste and
repent at leisure.  Couldn't you have waited until the autumn?  October
weddings are so beautiful.  You could have worn a velvet dress."

"No, mum.  It's what I want.  Please be happy for me."

"Have you told him about the money?"

"No.  Don't you do it either."

"Don't you think you ought to?"

"I'll tell him when I'm ready.  I just..."  Kathy frowned.  "I want things
to be right."

Alice smiled.  "I may have my reservations, but I'm happy that you're happy,
love.  Now get in the car.  I'll get your sister."

Kathy picked up her little pink handbag, and they set off for the registry
office.

*****

"I never expected you to be a virgin, darling.  Nothing could ever spoil you
for me."  Sean's tongue darted out of his mouth to trace delicate patterns
upon her neck.  "Nothing.  You're so beautiful."  His hand slipped around
from her back, to stroke the side of her breast.  "So sweet."  His face
moved lower, until his lips caressed the satin-smooth fabric covering her
bosom.  Cupping her breast with his hand, he moved it to his mouth and
kissed the nipple through her nightgown, moistening the fabric and making it
stand up firm and eager.

Kathy sighed, and Sean's hand moved up to slip the thin strap off her
shoulder.  He tugged at the fabric until at last her nipple was free.
Taking it into his mouth, he sucked gently whilst flicking it with his
tongue, and Kathy wiggled closer, curving her body to fit his.  She had
chosen to wear a short slip to bed, but he was naked and it pleased her to
touch his body, stroking his chest hair and his firm buttocks.  She hooked
her leg over his as they lay side by side, and found herself grinding her
groin against his hip.

Sean raised his head and kissed her on the lips, and she licked his lips
with her tongue.  His hands went again and again to her nipples; he could
tell she liked it very much by her movements.  Surprising her, he pinched a
nipple slightly harder with his fingers, and she gasped.  It felt so good!
She could feel the moistness flooding in between her legs, and she arched
her back, pushing her breasts at him.  Encouraged by her responsiveness,
Sean pinched again and twisted, then grabbed her other nipple in his other
hand and pulled on both at once.  Kathy made one deep, quiet groan and threw
her head back.

"Kathy, you have such beautiful tits.  So gorgeous.  You love it when I play
with them, don't you?"  Kathy didn't answer, just continued rubbing her body
against him, so he pinched her nipples harder still and said sharply, "Pay
attention!  You love this, don't you."

"Yes," Kathy responded, but her answer was as much a moan as a word.  "I do
love it."

"Good.  Remember what we talked about.  I'm going to take you now and make
you mine forever.  You want that, don't you?"

"Yes, yes."  Kathy rolled over on her back.  Her nightgown had ridden up
over her hips, and her nipples still poked out over the top of the fabric.
"Now!"

Sean knelt between her thighs, then grabbed her hips and lifted it up until
it was level with his cock.  Still kneeling upright, he pulled her onto him;
for such a strong man, this was no problem.  Kathy was so wet that as the
tip of his cock touched her hole, it slid easily inside, and slowly he
pulled her until he was all the way in.  His hands slipped under her
buttocks and he kneaded their soft flesh with his large hands as he fucked
her, back and forth, back and forth.

Kathy cried out slightly, and felt her hands move up to caress her own
breasts.

"Yes, darling, touch them.  I want you to enjoy it.  Touch them for me, show
me how much you like it."  Kathy had never been particularly bold with her
previous partners, but somehow being married felt different.  She could do
anything for this man she loved and who loved her.  She squished her boobs
together with her hands, then moved her fingertips to her nipples and
pinched and pulled at them in imitation of his earlier actions.  Her
position did not give her much leeway, as Sean was holding her tightly and
she had nothing to push against, but he was moving enough for the two of
them.  She wrapped her legs around his back, and she could feel her clit
brush against his pubic hair when he went all the way in, grinding against
him as best she could to heighten the sensation.

Her orgasm, when it came, was tremendous.

*****

Kathy was still in her dressing gown as Sean went to the door.  She hugged
him and kissed him on his freshly-shaved cheek.  "I wish you didn't have to
go to work," she said, snuggling against him.

"You know how to fix that, darling."

Kathy looked genuinely puzzled.  "What do you mean?"

Sean put down his tool bag.  "If you give me the money, I won't have to work
again."

Kathy paled; so here it was at last.

"I saw the picture, Kath, when I first came over to meet your mother."

Although she'd asked for no publicity when she won, they hadn't been able to
resist having one photograph taken when they went to London to collect
Kathy's prize, a picture of Alice and Leah raising glasses of champagne to
the camera whilst Kathy, beaming, held up the cheque printed with the
familiar blue logo.

"The picture," she repeated in a blank voice.

Sean put his arms around her waist, but pulled back slightly so he could
look into her eyes.  "I didn't marry you for the money.  I do love you.  I
know you didn't want anyone to know that you'd won the lottery, and I can
even imagine why.  But I do know, and I don't see why we shouldn't make some
changes."

"Changes," she said, still blank.

"You said you'd be the kind of old-fashioned wife that I wanted.  Well, give
me the money and I'll take care of you the way you need."  He slid his hand
inside her dressing gown.  "You know you need to be taken care of."

Despite the situation, Kathy felt the now-familiar flush of lust as his hand
met her naked skin.  She always felt it when he touched her.

"And you know that I can make you feel good about it darling.  And I do love
you..."  His hand was now caressing her breast, and his other hand had
slipped down and was cupping her bum through the towelling.  He pulled her
hips against his.  "And you know I'll always want you, beautiful."  He did
want her, this precious, pretty, rich young woman, who would do anything he
asked.  He was growing hard just thinking of taking her, and she could feel
the bulge pressing against her.

"He wants me," she thought.  "He loves me."

Truly, he might have married her anyway, she was so sexy, but the money had
made the decision a lot easier to make.  It was certainly no sacrifice to
pull her robe apart, to kiss her thighs, her stomach, her ever-willing
breasts, to sit her up on the edge of the kitchen table and open his fly and
take her there and then.  Take her, and keep taking her, and own her
forever.

"You belong to me, Kathy, you always will..."

*****

"Beg me."

Now that Sean was no longer working, he had more time to think up ever more
inventive games to play with Kathy.  Today, she was on her knees, with her
ankles and wrists in cuffs.  Rigid wooden spreader bars kept her hands and
feet apart.

"Please, my husband, let me suck your cock!"  A few months ago, she couldn't
have imagined being able to speak to him like this.

He stepped forward and touched her chin.  "More."

"Please, my darling husband, please let me suck your big beautiful cock,"
she pleaded.  "Please let me taste it.  I want to taste it so much."

Sean unbuckled his belt and lowered his jeans.  Taking hold of a handful of
her hair, he pulled her until her face was level with his groin.  He was
still only half-erect when she took him into her mouth, but as she eagerly
and devotedly worked on him he grew until he had reached his full potential.
The head of his penis was stabbing at the back of her throat as she licked
the sensitive underside with her tongue and squeezed him with the sides of
her mouth.

"That's it, darling, keep going" he said, his face slightly flushed now.  He
was feeling two of his great pleasures together, the joy of a good blowjob
together with the power over his lovely property.  When Kathy felt him on
the edge, she began to suck furiously, and his cock was buried so far back
in her mouth that she could hardly taste it as he spurted down her neck.
"Oh darling, oh Kathy..."

*****

"Could I have the orange juice, Sean?"

"Certainly, my love."  Sean put down his croissant and passed the carton
across the table.  "You know, I was thinking Kath, I have some friends that
I'd like you to meet.  I'd like you to show them some hospitality, if you
know what I mean."

Kathy topped up her glass and took a long drink of the cool juice.
"Hospitality?"

"Well, I ought to be able to share my wife's lovely cunt with my guests,
oughtn't I?"  He grinned at her.  "And I know how you like it when I watch
you being fucked."

"Okay, honey.  Just let me know when so I can make some food and get some
drinks in."  She smiled back at him.  "You do take care of me."

Kathy really did feel like the luckiest woman in the world.  Or does it
count as luck, when you make things happen by leaving a photograph out in
the bathroom when a man comes over to meet your mother?

There was so much that he didn't need to know.  He didn't need to know that
she'd had a plan to hook the handsome gas engineer that came over to her
house.  He didn't need to know that she'd needed a plan so that her man felt
as if he was the one in control, the one that had tricked her.  He didn't
need to know that she'd wanted him to feel proud and not humiliated by her
wealth.  He certainly didn't need to know about the four million in secret
investments that she hadn't signed over.

All he needed to know was how much she loved and needed him, and she
certainly did.

"Fancy a dip in the pool, darling?"

"Should I wear a swimsuit, Sean?"

"What do you think?"

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Author's note:
Now and then you just have to knock out a quick one.  I hope that my speed
in writing hasn't marred your reading pleasure.  What can I say, sometimes a
lady likes it hard and fast!
Typing, that is...

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