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Subject: {ASSM} The Classified Ad (Mf anal oral) by Foxbat
Date: Tue, 14 Oct 2003 21:10:03 -0400
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The Classified Ad (Mf anal oral) by Foxbat


Disclaimer:  The characters in this story are completely fictional,
and bear no intended resemblance to characters in real life.  This story
contains graphic sex, in some cases non-consensual, and should not be
read if such stories are illegal in your state, or if you are a minor.

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Part 1.


   A pretty blond kneeled before me, buck ass naked.  Her knees were apart, 
and her eyes downcast.  She was a bad slut.

   "Do you know why you're a bad slut?" I asked the girl.  There was a 
pause.

   "Because I came when you told me not to."  She replied.  There wasn't any 
real fear in her voice - any that was present was entirely self-induced.

   "Why did you come against orders?"  I asked the girl, dropping my gaze to 
her crotch, which I'm sure was quite wet just from the humiliating nature of 
this exchange.

   "Because I couldn't help it - the buttplug you told me to wear today made 
me feel so horny."

   I knelt next to her.  She was a tall athletic girl, the kind that you can 
immediately spot as a basketball player from across campus.  Her somewhat 
curly blond hair was gathered behind her head in a loose pony tail.  I let 
my hand run down her back, over her ass crack and the base of the buttplug.  
I pushed a finger into her dripping pussy as she shivered and tried to hold 
still.

   "You're soaking wet, you dirty slut."  I pushed her forward onto her 
hands and knees.  Winding I whacked her on the ass a few times as she yelped 
in pain, clearly doing her best to keep the noise to a minimum.  Walls in 
the dorm were thin.

   Without further ado, I yanked the buttplug from her tightly clenched anus 
and replaced it with two fingers.  Sucking in her breath, the girl was doing 
her best to accommodate the new invasion, as I thrust my fingers in and out. 
  I withdrew my fingers after a moment, transferred my hand to her mouth.  
Using my other hand to open my fly, my cock, which was raging hard by now, 
sprang out. Without adding any more lube than that left over from the 
buttplug's insertion, I thrust as far as I could into her ass.

   She made a long moan/screech/scream noise as I penetrated her posterior 
for the first time.  Not giving her time to adjust, I began vigorously 
hammering into her ass, enjoying the tightness and friction on my cock.  
Leaning forward, I roughly grabbed her tits and pinched hard on her nipples. 
  Looking down, I saw her mouth was open and her eyes squeezed shut in a 
delicious look of pain mingling with pleasure.  I had kept her in a 
hyper-sexual frenzy for the last hour, and I could tell it wouldn't much 
more to put her over the edge in a major way.

   I reached my hand back between her legs and began alternately rubbing and 
slapping her cunt, watching her twitch and jerk in reaction.  When she 
started coming, the pressure was too much for me and I ground as far into 
her as I could before pulling out and dumping my load of sperm all over her 
pretty face.  I wiped my cock off on her forehead.

   I was already putting my clothes back on before she really moved from the 
position she'd been in while I fucked her.

   She smiled.

   "Mmm... that was good." She murmured.

   "You're such a slut," I replied as I smiled, blew her a kiss, and walked 
out the door.


* * *

   As I was walking back to my room, I reflected for a moment on how Allison 
had come into my life.  It was a fairly recent thing - my girlfriend of two 
years and I had only broken up a few months ago.  There had been nothing 
wrong with that relationship, but it lacked any sort of zest or real 
excitement.  We'd had lots of sex, and she probably considered herself 
fairly liberal because she would let me do her doggy style, but she wasn't 
into anything that was out there - no bondage, butt sex or any of that.

   I, on the other hand, had always been sort of fascinated by it.  I'd 
never really had a chance to indulge those desires, but I was reasonably 
content to limit myself to masturbating while thinking about it 
occasionally.  It had never really been a sticking point in the 
relationship, since I'd never made a big deal of it, but since being a free 
man, I'd found myself thinking about it more and more, and sort of hoping 
that the next girl I met might be a bondage freak or a pain slut.

   Then one night, a bunch of my buddies and I were reading the local 
newspaper over late night pizza at our favorite hang out, when we ran across 
the classified section.  There were the usual "M looking for F" and "F 
looking for M" and "Gay/Lesbian" sections, but then there was an "eXXXtreme" 
section, which our attention was drawn to.  The first ad was 40 year old guy 
looking for school girls to act out his spanking fantasy.  The ads just 
seemed to get more ridiculous from there though - one lady was looking for a 
pair of thai midgets to join her and her husband in bed, another man was 
looking for Amazonian women who were handy with the strap-on and could "put 
some meat between the buns."  We got a good laugh that night from some of 
the sick shit people were looking for, but it got me thinking.

   I wondered what kind of people would place an ad in the paper like that, 
I mean, really.  You look at the ads, but it's strange when you realize that 
someone actually wrote in.  And, although lots were funny, the majority were 
serious.

   I found myself coming back to that thought a lot in the next few days.  
Maybe it really wasn't so strange.  Just as there must be people who would 
put in the ads, there must be people who would respond.  All the ad revealed 
about the poster was the phone number, and that was hardly damning.

   It took me about a week to settle on the idea that I would put in an ad.  
I convinced myself that it would probably not yield anything, or at least 
nothing serious.  I jokingly thought I might have to dodge a few fat ugly 
old women, and at least that would be amusing.  It would be totally worth it 
on the off chance it turned up someone good.  So I typed up an ad and mailed 
it in to the paper with a $8 check for it to run for 3 weeks.

   And promptly forgot all about it.  Midterms arrived, and life got busy.  
I checked the papers once or twice in the first few days to make sure it was 
there, and did a little fantasizing about what might happen, but, having 
satisfied my obsession, I didn't really think much about it.

   * * *

   I was walking out of the post office after checking my mailbox when my 
cell phone went off.  My phone didn't recognize the phone number, but it was 
from the local area code, so I answered it.

   "Hi... umm.... Are you Will?"  A very nervous female voice asked.

   "Yeah... what's up?"  I responded, having no idea who I was dealing with.

   "Uh... Did you, um..."

   I heard silence, so I looked at the display.  The call ended.  I figured 
it was a wrong number or something.  If she wanted to ask me something, 
she'd call back.  I turned and was about to start walking back to my room 
when the phone rang again.

   "Hi.  Sorry.  I'm really nervous, but I'm just going to say it.  Did you 
put an ad in the Herald?"  I could hear her bracing herself for the answer.  
At first I was thinking commercial advertisement, and I was about to say no, 
and then I remembered.

   "Yeah - I did."  It was at this point that the adrenaline hit me.  "Holy 
Shit - someone actually responded to that ad!" I thought.   And she didn't 
sound fat, ugly or old.  I could hear the relief on the other side of the 
line as I tried to think of something to say.  I hadn't really considered 
how this conversation would go, or even what the next step would be.

   "I guess we should meet, then," I responded somewhat at a loss.  "Just to 
make sure we're both what the other is expecting.  Shall we meet at Koffee 
Korner?"  Koffee Korner was a little coffee shop frequented by businessmen 
as well as students as it was basically on the border between campus and the 
financial district of the city.  I had no idea whether the woman on the 
phone was a fellow student, a local resident, or what, and KK was a pretty 
neutral place.  "I'll be wearing a blue sweater.  Is Monday at 4 ok?"

   "Sure."  The phone went dead.  I was already counting the hours until 
Monday.



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Sorry for the slow start - this is a somewhat challenging story for me.  As 
always, I love to hear feedback from people on what they think.


Yours
Foxbat

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