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Subject: {ASSM} After The After-Party (Drunk/DS/Choking/Analingus)
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Date: Tue, 13 Jul 2004 20:10:01 -0400
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There's this girl named R who's been around my circle of friends since
high school and has always been perceived as the pinnacle of hotness,
the girl that all my guy friends secretly (or not so secretly) lust
after. She and I have been good friends for a long time, mostly due to
our shared appetite for late nights and alcohol. We spend a lot of
time talking about sex, but not in a flirty way. It's weird, even
though she's smoking hot, the vibe between us has always been more
along the lines of two guy friends. I was always attracted to her, but
she had so many guys sweating her all the time that I didn't feel like
playing myself out by joining their ranks. Plus, I dug her as a
drinking buddy and didn't want to risk changing that.

Guess it's no real surprise that the alternate personality that
emerges when I'm completely, shit-faced drunk was not too concerned
about pride or preserving friendship. R and I were at the after-party
for some music biz event and the champagne was flowing like water.
Things get pretty hazy, but I remember helping myself to two full
bottles of Kristal and the bartender not even batting an eye. This
evening was without a doubt one of the most wasted I've ever been, and
R was right there with me every step of the way. Somewhere between a
half-dozen embarrassing conversations with demi-celebrities and
ditching the rest of our crew to go back to my place, ostensibly to
have another beer, R and I started making out. Couldn't tell you how,
where or when, I just remember kissing and groping passionately in the
cab to my apartment.

I know I opened two beers when we arrived, because I found them
sitting untouched on the coffee table the next day. I also vaguely
remember making out on the couch in the living room. This was
confirmed for me the next day by the discovery of one of her earrings
on the floor, having been dislodged by a sweater sliding over her
head. I also remember saying "Wanna go into the bedroom?" and her
saying yes.

We go into the bedroom and she starts taking of her clothes. One thing
I should have mentioned earlier is that her breasts are absolutely
enormous. Seriously, they're legendary throughout the city. I know for
a fact that hundreds of guys have spent hours dreaming of getting
their eyes and hands on them. When she slipped off her tank top,
revealing all their round, brown-nippled glory, there was this moment
of "I can't believe this is actually happening" that I haven't
experienced since my first time touching pussy, my first blowjob, my
first fuck. That's when the good me was completely submerged by the
evil me.

Basically, who- or what- ever was flying the plane in my head decided
to be as rough, indulgent and selfish as possible, to try and satisfy
whatever depraved cravings I could get away with. What made it extra
hot, and extra crazy in retrospect, is that this wasn't an actual
couple deciding to experiment with dominance and submission, talking
things through first. This was a rampaging, drunken me ACTUALLY
subjugating this girl that I'd known for years just a few hours after
the very first time we kissed. What's even wilder is that she went
along with it. That taught me a lot about how most people are
unwilling to resist someone who strongly asserts their dominance.

You know how in a movie thriller they'll portray the perspective of an
extreme drunken flashback in a certain way? Flashes of things
happening in between patches of darkness, the camera reeling wildly
around the room? That's exactly how I remember the next few hours.
It's hard for me to tell exactly what order things happened in, but
looking back I can more or less piece things together.

I remember being on top of her, marveling at her enormous boobs as I
sucked her big, hard nipples into my mouth. I remember kissing her
passionately and wetly as I slid my hand down to her pussy to find it
waxed completely bare and absolutely drenched. It's wild to hear
someone you know and don't expect to hook up with comment that they
wax and then, later on, experience it first hand.

It was around this time that I slid my hand around her throat and
began to press down. I've played mild choking games with plenty of
girls before and they almost all seem to like it. R was no exception.
This time I decided to see how far I could go. I kept pressing down,
harder and harder, never letting go. After a while, I didn't even
bother to keep playing with her pussy. I just lifted myself up a
little and straight up choked her. It didn't take long for her eyes to
start to bulge and for her to start thrashing around. Soon she started
grasping at my hand with actual desperation. This wasn't something we
had talked about or planned or experimented with before, this was me
actually strangling her. She knew I was completely wasted. She'd never
hooked up with me before. Despite being friends, she didn't know
whether or not I was some total psycho behind closed doors. She was
actually afraid and what I was doing felt actually dangerous to me.
Needless to say, it was fucking amazing.

Finally, after watching her struggle for a little while, I let go. She
sat up like a shot, gulping down a huge mouthful of air and then
sitting there panting. Eventually she turned to me and said, "You
almost killed me." She didn't say it loud, or angry, or even that
shocked, just kind of flat. But I heard everything I needed to hear in
her voice- fear, curiosity and, most importantly, arousal.

 From that point on it was clear what was going on- I was going to do
whatever the hell I wanted with her and she was going to take it. This
would have been hot enough for me with some random stranger, but to be
given the license to sexually abuse an old friend of mine, especially
one that had every guy I know dreaming of a kiss on the cheek and a
glimpse of cleavage, well, it really was just too much. I guess it's
true what they say, nice guys finish last.

I rolled over on my back and put my hand on the back of her neck. I
pushed her head down to my cock and she began to suck it. She was
doing a good job, but I was interested in something more than an
average blowjob.  I began to thrust deep towards her throat, grabbing
the back of her head and forcing it down to the base of my cock. It
was really hot to watch her body convulse as she gagged and choked on
my cock, drool spilling out of her mouth and down my balls. I enjoyed
feeling her struggle to get free, gasping for air, as I held her
tight, pushing my hard cock deeper into her mouth. It's an amazing
feeling, to surrender to your worst, most selfish side, to erase any
vestige of the other person's humanity from your mind, seeing them as
only a toy for your amusement and pleasure.

However, a blowjob, even a really rough one, is still just a blowjob
and I wanted to see how far I could take this. I grabbed the back of
her head and pushed her mouth down to my balls. I paused there for a
minute, enjoying the way she was frantically tonguing and slobbering
on my balls like some lust crazed animal. Then I pushed her head
lower, down towards my asshole.

This is where I was sure she'd draw the line. It didn't shock me that
a spoiled little daddy's girl could be persuaded to go along with a
little rough stuff and submission, in fact, you kind of expect it. I
figured a face full of stinky man ass would be too much for her. Much
to my surprise, I was wrong. I gotta give the little princess credit,
she knew her job and was going to stick it out until it was done. She
just paused to give me this look that said, "Really?" and then went
right to work.

I was really surprised how quickly she just dove right in. I mean,
it's not like I'd just come out of the shower or anything. I'd been at
work all day and out drinking all night, things were bound to be
pretty ripe down there. I would have understood if she'd ventured in
gingerly, but this was not the case. She just straight up started
tonguing my asshole like a champ, running her tongue up and down over
it, lubing my crack with her saliva. Man, I was on the verge of losing
it, this really was too amazing. Once again, I grabbed the back of her
head and pushed it hard towards my asshole, feeling her tongue
actually slip up inside my ass as I did. I wanted to make sure what
was happening wasn't lost on her, so I started saying, "Yeah that's
right you nasty little bitch, lick my ass," and "You like that you
little slut, you like sticking your tongue up my dirty ass?" Not only
did her sweet, young tongue feel absolutely heavenly, but the site of
this "untouchable goddess" with her head buried between my ass cheeks,
her eyes peering up at me, seeking approval, while she tried to
respond "Yeah" and "Uh-huh" with her tongue snaking up my ass was
enough to push me over the edge.

I started stroking my cock like mad, pausing every now and then to
smack her in the face with it, which only seemed to increase the
frenzy of her hungry mouth against my bunghole. It wasn't long before
I was unleashing a massive torrent of come all over her pretty little
face. For some reason, this seemed to break the spell for her,
snapping her out of her lust trance. Rather quietly and somewhat
shocked she said, "You came on my face."

We lay there for a little while, both trying to get a grip on what had
just happened. Before long she said, "I better get home," and got up
and left. I love the idea of her riding home in a taxi, thinking "What
did I just do?" or her waking up hung-over the next day, not
remembering anything, then cringing with embarrassment and horror as
memory slowly trickled back.

The weird thing is this little episode really didn't affect our
friendship. We've never really talked about it and it's almost like it
never happened, although we both know that's not the case. She's
married now and, even though I like her husband, every time I see them
I can't help thinking to myself, "Your wife licked my asshole." The
funny thing is, I can tell she's thinking it too.

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