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From: "Monocle" <monocle_o@hotmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Blurred by Monocle  (M/F nc drug? unprotected)
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Date: Wed, 16 Jun 2004 06:10:01 -0400
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If you're under 18, this is not for you; skip or erase the file.  Stay in 
school.  Marry (or Civilly Unionize) for love.  Say no to drugs.

   The 
following is a work of fiction containing scenes of graphic sex of various 
kinds, most of which are nc, kinky, and/or downright weird.  The actions 
depicted are not from or for real life.

   Content is my own (Monocle), 
copyright 2004, (as are the typos, and spelling & grammar errors).  Any 
resemblance to persons or events living or dead or stories already written 
is purely coincidence.  The reader is free and welcome to copy and circulate 
this file in free legal forums, as long as this disclaimer is included and 
no alterations to it or the content are made.

   Hope you like it.

   
Monocle
   =|;-{

   ---------------------------------

   Blurred by 
Monocle  - M/F nc drug? unprotected 

   Disoriented, woozy, and in the 
hands of an assailant bent on satisfaction.

=====

I move slowly on the mattress, woozy and disoriented, trying to remember 
how I got here from the party - and where "here" is. Large warm hands touch 
my bare skin, stroking up and down my sides and arms. I try to fend them 
off, but my movements are slow and late, the hands having moved on by the 
time I reached them. He chuckles, playing cat and mouse with me on my body, 
easily eluding my grasp so he can tease or tickle another part of my body.

"That's right. Try to push away the big nasty man," His low voice is smug 
and mocking, "Don't let him touch your precious body."

Thick fingers cup my breasts and roll nipples until they begin to harden, 
sending a shock through me. A delayed physical shiver shakes my body a 
moment later. I try to voice a protest, but the sound comes out as a 
wordless whine.

"You feel that? Yeah, I know you do. Your body knows what to do. It just 
needs to be told in the right words. And I make very persuasive arguments."

One hand strokes down my belly ands slides over my mound. I try to jerk away 
and close my legs, my limbs obeying too slowly to be effective. The hand 
pauses its fondling to push either leg to the side, causally spreading me 
again. He chuckles again.

"You're so hot like that, all open for me. I know you don't want to be, but 
I like it."

I strain to close my legs again, but my muscles respond so sluggishly. The 
hand is back on my mound, fingers combing down though my pubic hair, petting 
my labia and along my slit. I bring my own hands down, as if pushing them 
through thick mud, weakly grabbing or pulling at the wrists and fingers 
molesting my pussy and breast. My vision is even blurrier than without my 
glasses, and I can barely make out the shape of the man.

"It's OK. You can try to stop me. I feel you trying. But you know it won't 
do you any good. Fuck, you're so pretty. What a sweet, juicy little cunt you 
have! I can't wait to sink myself into it."

Two fingers part my lower lips and a third one slides between them, into me. 
I whine louder and kick in slow motion, the blows easily avoided. My hands 
pull ineffectively. The long finger invades me too easily - I am wet. I feel 
a deep blush of humiliation and arousal spread across my face and body.

"See? I told you you're body knows what to do. It's getting all ready for me 
now. It's going to give me everything I want."

He works my most sensitive places as if he knows exactly where to touch, one 
hand switching between breasts, the other kneading and probing my vagina. 
Shudders quake across her body as my muscles catch up to the sensations. My 
back arches and curves, the languid motion belying my efforts to escape the 
too-intimate touch.

He hums along as he plays me like an instrument. His patient, expert touch 
is relentless in pursuit of my pleasure centers, and unwanted arousal rises, 
my mental distress also two steps behind the physical sensation. My body 
reacts faster than I can control it as fingers slide and tickle wetly over 
my clit. My whole body throbs in response.

"Mmm... Took a long time for that clitty of yours to show up, but it's a 
beauty. A hot little button. It won't be long now."

He strokes and caresses relentlessly as I try to fight.

"Keep fighting. You know it won't do you any good, but keep it up. I like 
it. Maybe it'll make you feel better knowing you tried and I took you 
anyway. Maybe. But it's not going to stop me. It's also not going to stop 
you..."

I'm not sure what he means until it's too late. I don't know how he saw it 
coming when I didn't, but With both my hands pulling uselessly at my 
tormentor's, the orgasm takes me. Even this is slow; the pleasure radiates 
from my sex and spreads like burning honey through me. My whole body seizes 
like a fist clenching and unclenching.

"Yeah, that's niiice. Your cunt's squeezing my finger so nice - you're one 
tight little honey. Strong belly. Your face is so pretty when you're 
cumming. So sweet. Come on, keep going. I know you feel it. That's it.

It lasts abnormally long, protracted by the unnatural slowness of my 
physical response. I can't recognize the delirious sounds I'm making. 
Through it all I hear him.

"A little more. There... there. You're so fucking hot. I'm so gonna love 
this," He takes his finger from my soaked pussy and slurps my juices from it 
as I pant, "You _are_ sweet. Shit, I'm not waiting anymore. You're _so_ 
ready for me."

In the glowing aftermath, I'm even weaker and slower. I can barely move my 
legs as he pushes them apart again. His warmth moves between them as his 
hands move to my inner thighs. I try to squirm away, but get nowhere. His 
thumbs spread my inner lips, then release them to close on the head of his 
cock.

"Ahh. A perfect, hot little kiss hello from your cunt. That's real polite. 
Inviting. Makes me want to just come inside."

I shake my slowly from side to side as his hands reach for my upper arms and 
press them into the softness. The cock pushes into me, forcing my body to 
accommodate it. My moan sinks lower, breathier, as if the cock is forcing 
the air out of my lungs. My legs and lower arms flail slowly and uselessly 
to either side of his descending body. His voice is lower too.

"OOoooo, yeah. Hot and tight, just like I knew. And sooo juicy. I'm going 
all the way in 'cause you're so ready for it."

Like the plunger on a syringe he sinks fully into me.

"That feels so nice, you squeezing me like that. And still trying to get 
away. Beautiful. Perfect. I'm going to love fucking you."

Slowly, deliberately, he withdraws most of his length. Then with a satisfied 
growl, begins to fuck me with long, deep, unhurried strokes. It seems like 
he's done talking for now, his blurry form letting out only the occasional 
grunt or sigh as he concentrates on taking pleasure from my body now.

It goes on and on, I have no idea how long I twitch and writhe helplessly 
under him. Drops of his sweat fall on me. I am unable to stop his hot mouth 
descending to my breasts, sucking, licking, and nipping; unable to prevent 
the unbidden pleasure rising in me again.

I must have made a noise or given him some kind of sign, because he rumbles 
around his mouthful of breast then pulls back, still fucking.

"Coming around for another, are you? Hot little cunt likes to be fucked 
doesn't it. Maybe you get off on being all helpless like, eh? Sure, you're 
still 'fighting' me, I can see. But inside, inside where my cock is poking 
you, you're getting off. Fuck I love that."

My head is shaking again. I'm trying to kick him away, but my legs are so 
heavy, they keep falling open, seeming to let him in even deeper. It's 
coming.

"It's coming, I can see you blushing again, just like you did before you 
came the first time. This time I'll cum too, right inside you fill you up. 
No condom, no pill, just cock and cunt, sperm and egg. Nice and natural. 
Fuck, I'm almost there, too. Ahhhh. Just give me a squeeze, little cunt, and 
it's all yours. Ah FFFfff..."

His words, the cock sawing in and out, everything was just too much. My body 
tightens in a giant spasm as I let out a strangled cry. Inside, I feel 
myself clamp down on his cock as it fills me.

"...fffFUCK!"

Slow-motion climax crashes over me again, this time with a stiff cock 
erupting deep inside me. His cock and cream fill me as I wail, my innards 
slowly gripping the spitting shaft, urging it on. This orgasm seems to go on 
forever, my head spinning with near unbearable pleasure and distress, my 
body filling up with a stranger's seed. His words devolve into grunts as he  
pumps into me, reveling in his conquest. Before my unwanted pleasure finally 
recedes, he is withdrawing from me, his copious discharge pouring out of my 
used, open hole as he unplugs.

"Hoo-wee! You are something special. A fighter to the end, and cumming on  
my cock. You squeezed me so hard I just had to cum too. Felt like you were 
sucking my stuff right into you. Most girls can't do that, you now - cum 
just from fucking. You must really like to. Or else you get off on being 
taken against your will - or the thought of a playing baby Russian Roulette. 
Or maybe all of it. I know I get off on every bit of it."

I lay there, limbs akimbo. He'd lifted himself completely off by now, but I 
couldn't even muster the energy to close my legs. I must have looked 
obscene, spread and sweat-soaked, cum leaking out me. Worse, his words hit 
home chillingly. I'd never orgasmed before with a lover's cock in me.

"Well, I'm on my way out now. I wasn't really invited to the party anyway, 
so I won't be saying goodbye. It was really, really nice meeting you. And 
fucking you. I mean that. Maybe I'll look you up again sometime."

His weight left the bed, and I heard a door unlock and open. Sounds of the 
distant party filtered through. The door remained open, and I realized now 
anyone who walked by could probably see inside this room, and see me - like 
this. And yet I couldn't move. I was so tired, my mind fuzzy with his words 
and the physical echoes of what had just happened. I lay there, semen still 
slowly oozing from me, and prayed for a rescuer, or for no one to ever find 
me... or for him to come back again.

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Blurred, by Monocle

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Other stories from Monocle can be found 
at: 
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