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Subject: {ASSM} Story Number 2: Inbox Extra, Part 1 of 2
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Author: James Idris
Title: Story Number 2: Inbox Extra
email: Heraldic Dragon @ hotmail.com (remove the spaces!)
MF cheat rom Fmast rim oral anal fist

From:		Grubby
Subject:	Hello?
Date:		25.08.2003 9.34pm
To:			James

Hello J,
Is this still your email address?
LOL, D
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From:		James
Subject:	Re:Hello?
Date:		26.08.2003 8.47am
To:			Grubby

Hello, Grubby.
This is a blast from the past! Of course it's my email address.
Great to hear from you. What brings you here?
Love J
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From:		Grubby
Subject:	Re:Re:Hello?
Date:		26.08.2003 2.20pm
To:			James

I was wondering if you were going to the convention this year. I have a
favour to ask if you are.
And I've told you before, DON'T CALL ME GRUBBY!
Love 'n' hugs, D
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From:		James
Subject:	Not Grubby?
Date:		26.08.2003 2.24pm
To:			Grubby

But you looked so cute! I'll never forget seeing you completely covered
like that, first impressions last and all that! Do I get to use your
other nickname, bearing in mind how you got THAT?
Yes, I am going to the convention- and you can do me a favour. Emma's
not coming this year, so if you'd like to accompany me to the Dinner
dance...? Of course, probably best that I don't mention it to Emma, you
know how she feels about you!
Love J x
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From:		Grubby
Subject:	No, NOT Grubby!
Date:		26.08.2003 2.32pm
To:			James

Wow that was a quick reply! I'd love to be yours for the evening!
Dillon's not coming either, he mumbled something about work, but he's
never enjoyed dinner/dancey things. Best we don't tell him either
though, he found one of your christmas cards a few years ago- the one
with the naughty poem in it- and you call me grubby!
The other nickname is fine. I always liked it. Much better to be
reminded of you licking all that honey off, than being covered in horse
poo! It's not as if anyone else knows how I got the name (certainly not
Emma!)
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From:		James
Subject:	Re:No, NOT Grubby!
Date:		26.08.2003 2.39pm
To:			Grubby

honeybum it is then. A night never far from my memory. I still think
it's a shame that we had to be pissed to get together.
Unusually, I'm at my desk all day today, so I get to fire back emails
quick! None of the usual waiting half a week for a reply!
You wanted a favour? I told you once before I'll do anything I can for
you.
Love, J
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From:		honeybum
Subject:	The Favour
Date:		26.08.2003 4.34pm
To:			James

OK, James. Here goes:
After the honeybum incident, I know that it was difficult for you to
say what you said, and truth be told, I really wanted to, but you were
with Emma (God only knows why you put up with her) and Dillon had just
proposed, and the timing was just crap.
And then what you said last time I saw you. I've always felt the same,
always wanted to know if it would have worked. You're my
one-that-got-away, too. Anyhow, I hope you're still carrying that
torch...
Things have been a bit, er, slow between me and Dillon, pretty much
since we got back from honeymoon and he got his promotion. And there
are some boy/girl things that I miss.
I was wondering if you would like to remind me of some of them at the
convention.

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From:		James
Subject:	Re:The Favour
Date:		26.08.2003 4.39pm
To:			honeybum

Are you asking me to come to bed? Only I thought that before and you
ended up making me look like a complete twat. If you remember.
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From:		honeybum
Subject:	Re:Re:The Favour
Date:		26.08.2003 4.56pm
To:			James

Look, I'm sorry about that. I was asking that time, too. I just got
cold feet.
Yes. I am asking you to bed! There are things I remember from the honey
incident that I think about alot. I think about you alot. I'd love you
to do some of them with me again. I promise you'll enjoy it, too! ;o)
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From:		James
Subject:	Re:Re:Re:The Favour
Date:		29.08.2003 4.46pm
To:			honeybum

How could I possibly say no? What things? Things Dillon won't do?
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From:		honeybum
Subject:	Bastard!
Date:		29.08.2003 4.52pm
To:			James

You bastard you didn't answer for 3 days after I'd laid myself out on a
plate for you! Since you've agreed, I'll forgive you.
There are a couple of things (among many other fantasies I may or may
not have had about you) that I REALLY want you to do. Not just things
Dillon wouldn't do, but things I wouldn't want HIM to do anyway. I'm
not going to say them here!
I'll trade my 3 for 3 for you, if you like. Then I'll find out how
grubby you can be!
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From:		James
Subject:	sorry
Date:		29.08.2003 5.01pm
To:			honeybum

That's a dangerous offer! I've had three years to fantasise about you,
and they have been really very grubby fantasies!
Three for three. It's a deal, honeybum. I'll see you on the 6th - It's
only a week away.
Don't forget to wear nice little knickers. You know how good you look
in them (and nothing else :o)

Speaking of which, I think before we do this, some kind of forfeit is
in order, just so you don't get cold feet again. I'll leave it up to
you, use your imagination.

Love and Hugs J.

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From:		honeybum
Subject:	Photos
Date:		31.08.2003 9.16am
To:			James

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From:		James
Subject:	Re:Photos
Date:		31.08.2003 9.39am
To:			honeybum

Gulp.
How do you expect me to be able to get through to the end of next week
with this hard-on? But I have to ask what happened to photos 10 to 19?

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From:		honeybum
Subject:	Re:Re:Photos
Date:		31.08.2003 10.22am
To:			James

I changed my mind and decided just to send you naked photos. If you're
lucky I'll re-enact the others on Friday as a freebee, not as one of
your requests. But as you can see, at least I can do something about
how horny I am!
See you next week.
xx


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From:		honeybum
Subject:	Saturday Night
Date:		09.09.2003 3.12pm
To:			James

God, I'm still zinging. I keep having to go off and masturbate! It only
takes a minute or so, I haven't quite come down! But anyway, thanks for
a fantastic night. It should keep me going for a while, though I hope I
don't have to wait another 4 years before being naked with you again!
But here you go: fulfilling my side of the bargain...

I saw you before you saw me, across the conference hall. I felt a bit
hot and Marjorie asked what it was, because I'd blushed. She followed
my gaze and saw you, and started teasing me. She's always known I've
had a bit of a thing for you, even if she doesn't know the extent of
it.
It wasn't long before I caught your eye. I hope I lit up the way your
face did. You're still just how I think of you, if a little more, er,
distinguished around the edges. It suits you, and the smile you gave
me, that I've never seen you give anyone else- not even Julia, made me
melt, just the way I used to. I must have blushed again, because
Marjorie started taking the piss about you.
In a way I'm quite pleased I didn't get any closer to you during the
day, than that. I'm not sure I would have gone through with our plans.
Not out of not wanting to, but through nerves. I felt like a little
girl with a crush (which I suppose, deep down, I am). When we met for
dinner though, I knew I'd be alright.
I don't think I've ever danced with you before. But I suppose that this
wasn't dancing but foreplay. The way you held me in your arms brought
back all the feelings I used to get about you. I couldn't wait to get
upstairs, but you insisted on staying in the ballroom the whole
evening. As foreplay it worked. You teased and tempted me for hours:
the alcohol and the occasional brushes against me, my hips, my bottom,
my breasts. Your strong hands, holding me, guiding me on the dance
floor. The skin of your cheek next to mine during the slow dances
toward the end. Your breath on my neck. All combined to make me want,
no, to make me need to give myself to you.

Eventually, people began to leave for their beds, and we went, too. I
left first. Even after the dancing, you didn't want people to see us
leave together. You went to the bar to get another couple of drinks
while I got in the lift. I got to my room and quickly got ready for
you: got the lights low, turned down the sheets and did the silly
things, too, like make sure my knickers were on straight, my stockings
level and my breath OK.

Then you knocked on the door. I opened it and you stood there, framed
by the lights of the hallway, and I knew the things I was going to get
you to do to me, and that there were things you would ask me to do. I
knew I'd do them, too, whatever they were. But best of all I knew that
I didn't have to wait any longer.

A drink in each hand, you stepped in through the doorway and leaned
down to kiss me. I closed my eyes, wrapped my arms around your neck and
let myself get lost in the kiss. Your warm soft lips met mine, slightly
apart, the pressure of the kiss opened them more to allow your tongue
to meet mine. I tasted you for the first time in years, and mixed with
the touch and smell of you, all my best memories of you were with me,
all at once. I heard the door close behind you when you kicked it, then
I had to move back as you started to walk forwards, without stopping
the kiss. I reached the table and couldn't move any farther. I heard
you put the drinks down behind me, the felt you take me in your arms
and hold me to you. Making me yours.

I felt your arms loosen, letting your hands encircle my waist. We held
each other, kissing for a few moments, remembering, getting used to
each other's touch again. Then, quite suddenly your hands slid up my
back to the top of my dress's zip and pulled it down. Releasing my
hands from your neck and stepping back from you, I allowed the dress to
fall from my shoulders, down my body to the floor. I saw your eyes
follow it, taking in my full, firm breasts, tight contoured stomach,
past my thighs and legs to the crumpled heap of material around my
ankles. Stepping out of the dress, I was wearing only my stockings and
the "nice little knickers" you're so fond of. So small, that they
virtually disappeared as I turned slowly around so that you could take
in a full view.

Our mouths met again, passionately and deeply. I could feel your tongue
in my mouth as I pushed mine into yours, enjoying your taste. You
lifted me up and carried me to the wall and pinned me against it. Your
left hand moved from behind my waist to my right breast, and - despite
the power of your kiss - gently held it, caressing it, encircling the
nipple, in just the way you must have remembered I enjoy best. Then
your hand began its move down, past my ribs to the thin elastic of my
knickers' waistband. You twisted your finger in it, and pulled me even
closer to you, tightening the fabric between my buttocks and thighs,
forcing the moisture that had been there since you arrived to soak into
the lycra.

Then your hand released the waistband and your fingers brushed over the
outside of the small triangle of cloth at the front. You stroked, short
and gentle, up and down the fabric, slowly becoming little circles that
traced lower and lower. Brushing over my clitoris then farther down to
trace the outline of my lips, your movements meant I had to move my
feet apart more and more to allow your exploration. Eventually they
must have been over two feet apart, allowing enough space between my
thighs for all of your fingers to lightly stroke there. Then in one
movement up, in and down to place your skin between me and my
underwear. You stopped kissing and drew your head back, smiling that
same smile again.
"You remembered!" You said.
"Well, you are the only person that's shaved me, It's hard to forget."
I answered. I had shaved and moisturised just before dressing for
dinner, and my skin was smooth, soft and hairless. I shyly dropped my
eyes and held myself up against your still fully clothed body as you
started to reach with your fingers for my clitoris.
We must have looked odd, I was naked except for hold up stockings and
very small knickers that you had your hand inside anyway, with my legs
spread over half a meter apart, pinned to the wall by a man still in
his dinner suit. You'd not even taken off your cummerbund, yet, only
your bowtie was hanging loosely around your neck, your first shirt stud
undone.

I turned my face back up towards yours and found our lips together. I
sucked your bottom lip between mine and nibbled it as your fingers
began a slow teasing rhythm along the length of my clitoris. You
stretched down to stroke over my wet opening, to make your fingers
slippery. I shivered as you used your thumb to draw back the hood and
started to play small circles about the head with your wetted finger.
My breathing became deeper as I hugged your neck with my arms. My legs
weakened and I knew you were taking most of my weight on your right
arm, between me and the wall. Quickly, faster even than I thought you
would be able to take me there, I felt an orgasm building. I suppose it
had been building since I saw you that morning, and certainly since
dinner began, and when it happened it felt like a whole day bursting
out over me.

I know I yelled some pretty good things about you at that moment, but I
can't remember exactly what, but then you'll remember I never was a
quiet comer and you've always made me shout louder than anyone else
has.

You took your hand out of my knickers when I had stopped shaking, and
put it behind me. As we carried on kissing, my sense of touch was still
heightened, and I was very aware as you put your hand on my bottom that
your index finger slipped between my cheeks to rest about an inch above
my bumhole, although on the thong of my underwear. The rest of your
hand cupped my buttock, using it to pull me to you.

As the last remnant of my orgasm subsided, I pushed you off so that you
fell onto the bed behind you. I figured it was time you lost some of
you clothes, too. I knelt at the foot of the bed, lifted your boot and
pulled it off, then the other. You tugged your bowtie and began undoing
your shirt. I had looked forward to watching you undress, so I stood
back against the wall as your jacket, then cummerbund were discarded.
Your socks were next (I remember last time socks came off before
trousers, too. Is this a 'thing' you do?) You undid your trousers
before standing up and taking them off. I joined in, taking off your
shirt from where it was hanging around your shoulders, then told you to
take off your underwear.

You still look good naked. You never were over muscled, but never had
any excess chubbiness either. Toned, that's it, and tanned. And big.
I'm bringing a tape measure next time, I swear it's half as big again
as Dillon's. Hard at that moment, too. I should have realised you would
be, I was so hot after all. I had been taken care of, but you must
still have been needing some attention.

You sat back down, and said something like, "Now you". I put my tiptoes
onto your thigh and started rolling my stockings off my leg, leaning
forward to put my chest close to your face. As the stocking came off my
foot, I dropped it into your lap, making sure it fell onto your
erection. Then the other one: Foot up, stocking down, drop on your
dick. I stood up and turned around so I faced away from you. My feet
were between yours, we were so close together. I hooked my fingers into
the waistband of my knickers and, keeping my legs straight, started to
lower them. Slowly. As I bent forwards, I presented my bum to your
face, only inches away. I imagined you looking as my pink moist lips
came into view, framing the prize you'd have before the end of the
evening. Then slowly back to upright, I turned back to face you again.

"Which reminds me," you said, "What were the other photos of?"
"Do you want me to show you now or later?" I asked.
Obviously you wanted now, so I took your hand and led you to the chair
by the little table, sat you down and moved over to the bed. Seeing you
watch me made me smile as well and before I carried on I had to kiss
you, a deep full kiss. I stood in front of you and did a turn so that
you could have a good look, before sitting on the nearest bed.
I plumped up the pillows against the headboard and rested back against
them and closed my eyes. I touched my lips with the fingertips of my
right hand, kissing them gently, then began to slowly stroke them over
my chin and my neck to my breasts. I lightly circled my right nipple
before caressing the whole of the breast slowly squeezing and rolling
it in my hand. My fingers then carried on their journey down my body,
over my flat stomach. I parted my legs a little and began to stroke
between them. Having you watch me undress and touch myself had made me
very excited. I slid my fingers over the bare skin where my pubes
should be, then over my clitoris and into the wet hole waiting to be
filled. When I had done this for the camera I had to keep stopping to
set the timer, but imagining the things I was about to ask you to do to
me had meant it was easy for me to reach an orgasm. In that room with
you watching me, knowing the fantasy I was having was about to happen I
knew I would come even quicker. I reached for my clitoris with my other
hand, and started to masturbate for you. As the fingers of my left hand
stroked and rubbed at my clitoris, I pushed in a second finger of my
right. I eased them in for their whole length and then held them deeply
inside me. I was thinking about how I had been masturbating for the
last week, and wondered whether I would have the guts to ask you the
third thing I had planned.
You sat silently watching as my left fingers became less gentle and
less slow, wanking myself harder and faster as my climax built. I had
imagined you watching me do this so often in the last few months that
it didn't surprise me that I came so quickly. In only a few minutes I
was shouting out your name as I came. Then breathing heavily as I
recovered.
"That's what I have to do when we're not alone together. It's good, but
not as good as you doing it!" I said as I looked over to where you were
still sitting in the chair. Then you said something that made me like
you even more than I did already:
"You look so good naked."

I looked in your eyes, touched my wet fingers to your lips and asked
you what you wanted me to do as you licked them to taste me.
"What's your first thing, then?"

You told me, and stood up, taking me in your arms, and we felt the
warmth, the smoothness of each other's bodies, naked together for the
first time in years. I turned so you had your back to the wall. I leant
my body against yours, for the maximum contact and slid down you,
rubbing my breasts down your chest, past your stomach, rubbing them
either side of your achingly hard cock, using them to pull the skin
back, until I was kneeling in front of you. I took your dick in my
right hand, the first finger over the hole at the top, the middle
finger hooked around the ridge, the next two around the top of the
shaft, holding with my thumb. I started to kiss the base. Not little
pecky kisses, but open mouthed, big wet kisses that left the base of
your dick wet with my saliva. As I kissed and licked your shaft I felt
the first beads of come ooze from the head and began to move my hand in
circles, spreading the come around the shiny hard head. Eventually,
when I reached the head with my lips I licked it all around, too,
tasting your come for the first time. I realised I'd never had your
cock inside any part of me. My mouth was watering but instead of
swallowing I kept my mouth wet and opened to take your cock in there.
Just the head, and began to move my lips back and forth over it,
lubricated with my saliva.

I moved my hand to the bottom of your shaft, still wet from my kisses.
I couldn't quite reach all the way around so there was a gap between my
fingertip and thumb but even so I started to stroke my hand over your
skin in time with my mouth. Licking the sensitive underside made you
gasp, so I did that more and tightened my grip, wanking you into my
mouth. The feeling of you in my mouth was exciting. I'd only given you
a hand job on the Night-Of-The-Honeybum, and I've often fantasised
about doing this to you. Your taste is wonderful, a little salty, as
you should be, but clean and fresh at the same time. My tongue slid
easily over the tight skin of the head, and the rougher but still tight
skin of the shaft. My lips felt the smoothness, interrupted by the
contours of your veins as I slid you in and out of my mouth. More than
the head, I was running my lips over two or three inches or so of the
shaft, too, feeling your dick glide back against the roof of my mouth,
not far enough to make me gag, but far enough to fill my mouth. Still I
had more than enough of your big dick to hold with my hand, and wank in
time with my sucking, wanting to make you come as hard as I had a
moment ago when you fingered me.

When finally I felt your cock's width expanding further and you told me
you were going to come, I actually felt pride that I'd finally done
this to you! I held your dick in front of me, kept moving my right hand
up and down its full length. I looked up at you and saw you looking
down at me. I thought you would be smiling, but, of course, you had
that 'about-to-come' look on your face, so I said,
"Go on then, do what you said you want to do: Come on my face," I still
wanked your whole shaft holding it with both hands, stroking it and
rubbing it up and down my face. I kept talking, knowing it was about to
happen, knowing I was about to have your come all over me: "I'm going
to wank you off all over my face, get your come all over my face. Come
on me. Come all over me, all over my face. Come for me, come on my
face. I'm going to make you come on my face. I know you want to. I want
you to,"
And I did want you to. At that moment more than anything, I wanted to
make you come on my face. I'd never really liked blow jobs, and always
tried to avoid giving them, certainly avoiding getting come in my mouth
or on me. But this was different. I was being your fantasy, that was
what this was about. Once I had given myself over to being your
fantasy, I found it all came easily and I was enjoying something that
I'd never liked before.

I carried on holding your big hot cock against the smooth, soft virgin
skin of my face, stroking it, moving your stretched foreskin up and
down, not reaching the ridge, massaging the whole length and squeezing
the top, wanting so much for you to violate my dignity by shooting your
come onto my cheeks, my nose, my eyes. For you to get it in my hair, my
mouth and across my chin. I wanted more than anything for that smooth,
soft skin of my face to be covered in sticky, slimy come for the first
time, your come.
"I want your come. Oh, god, I want you to come on me. I want you to
come all over my face. I want it on me. I want it all over my face. I
want you to make your come go all over me. Come on me. Come on me. Come
on my face, all over my face,"

The first spurt took me by surprise, and I flinched away closing my
eyes. I'd never had my face that close to a cock as it went off! Even
so, your lovely come landed on my face.
Knowing that I was fulfilling one of your fantasies of me, being your
fantasy of me, aroused me more. Knowing as well that I was giving
myself to you so completely by doing something that only a few minutes
ago I had thought would be disgusting, made me luxuriate in your orgasm
and in the feel of your come splashing onto my face as your cock
spasmed. I realised I was enjoying this as much as you. I reached down
with my left hand and began to touch my own pink wet lips. Your come
fell in rivulets across my face, one strand - the first - put its
sudden hot wet path all the way from my chin, over my lips and right
cheek, across my closed eye and my forehead into my hair, another
splashed up the left side of my nose, over my eyebrow and onto my
forehead, others I felt on my cheeks and my chin. All the time I was
talking thanking you and begging for more,
"Yes, that's it, come on me. Ah, yes, come on me, all over me. Keep
coming, keep coming, I want it all on me, more, I want you to come all
over me. Come on my face and my tits," I wanted to name every part of
my body, I wanted your come on my face, my stomach, my bum, my breasts.
Everywhere.
"Come on me, don't stop coming, keep coming, Oh yes, all over my
face...," until one strand left its trail across my open mouth, falling
in, and instead of talking I swirled your come around in my mouth,
tasting your delicious seed and then swallowing it, taking it inside.
After five or six spurts the power behind your come started to diminish
and I leant forwards and held your cock against my skin again so that,
apart from the come that ran down my hand as I gently wanked the last
of it out, it all went onto my face. It dripped from my chin in long,
gooey strings onto my neck and breasts. I wiped your comey cock across
my face to make sure I was as covered as I could be. I wiped it up my
cheeks to my eyebrows, across my forehead and down over my closed left
eye and back to my lips, smearing your thick cream as it went. Then I
dragged your still stiff manhood down over my lips to my chin, licking
and tasting it as it passed my mouth, sucking some more come in so I
could swallow more of you. Then, still leaving its sticky trail,
dragged your cock onto my neck and down between my breasts to wipe it
through some of the come that had dripped there.
"Did you see?" I asked eagerly, hoping for your approval.
I felt your finger push your come away from my eye, so that I could
open it and see your face beaming down at me.
"Was it good, did I do the talking right?"
"Fantastic," you said, breathless, and as you put the finger with the
come from my eye into my mouth, you told me: "Exactly how I hoped you
would do it."
"Cover my face, wipe it all over with your dick," I said
You rubbed across my face with the full length of your dick like it was
a windscreen wiper, making sure that every part of it, from my forehead
all the way to my neck was wet with your come. Then you wiped the come
off the shaft with my hair, getting come in that, too. I gave you
encouragement "Wipe it all over. Yes, in my hair..." But then you
smeared my lips with the come on the end of your dick and when you put
the end in my mouth and I tasted the thick hot come that was still
oozing from it, all I could do was groan and suck to get as much taste
as I could, pathetically grateful for your come.
"I like coming on you. You seem to quite enjoy it, too."
"I'd love to get your come on every bit of me. I like the idea that any
time Dillon kisses me, he'll be kissing somewhere that your come has
been spurted on or smeared on. I know you wanted to come on my face,
but now you have can I swallow it, too?" Having tasted it, I wanted to
eat it all.
"If you like."
I took your dick from you and licked it clean, my tongue moving from
the base to the head, then started to rub it on my face again, I could
easily feel where most of your come was, it was warm and wet, some of
it was still oozing downwards, I rubbed the head of your dick from
those places towards my mouth, collecting as much come on the way and
then sucking it off the end. As I stroked across my face again I
swilled your come around in my mouth before swallowing it to make room
for another mouthful. I can't believe I did it, I never swallow. You
gradually hardened again, and when I had rubbed your dick over most of
my face and sucked most of your come off the end it was completely
stiff again, so I put it in my mouth and ran my lips a few inches down
the shaft ready to start again to make you come in my mouth this time,
so I could swallow it all straight down. I leant forwards to see how
much of your dick I could get in my mouth. I got more of it in than I'd
ever had in my mouth before. As it butted against the entrance to my
throat you stopped me.

"That's enough of that," You said, lifting my head, "It's your turn.
What depraved act do you want me to do?"

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