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Subject: {ASSM} Mr. Anderson's First Lesson (MF, bdsm (light), rom?)
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Date: Sun, 10 Feb 2008 23:10:02 -0500
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His hot breath was on her neck, his mouth on her cheek bone,
then her mouth, his kiss deep but no tongue. Pressed against the kitchen bar,
there was no escaping his attentions, even if she had wanted to. She sighed,
her emotions churning as he kissed her deeply, her nipples burning and her guts
twisting with desire. She had kissed before, been fucked and used, but never
like this. Her mouth responded to his and her hands sought his body, pulling
his shirt up to touch his hot, smooth skin, her hands stroking his back as he
pulled her shirt aside and his hot, wet mouth sucked her nipple in, making her
moan as he pulled her skirt up with the other hand and his hand cupped her
crotch through her panties, making her squirm and her breath catch as he
pressed down on her already damp mound.


She groaned aloud as he rubbed her, his mouth moving to the
other nipple as his middle finger rubbed up and down her slit, pressing against
her clit, making her arch her back and her legs spread to give him better
access. He kissed her on the mouth again, his tongue entering hers, caressing
her as she pulled his shirt up and off. The house was empty of furniture, one
of his rentals. It was kinky and strange doing this on the living room floor in
front of large, sliding glass doors that opened onto the back yard. No one could
see them, but the possibility was still there and it fueled her passion. 


"Come downstairs with me," he said, smiling at her.


"Why?" 


"There is something I want to show you," he said, pulling
her up as he stood. Her tits were bared, her skirt mussed but she did not
notice, the fog of sensuality was so strong. He led her to that basement steps,
which were well lit and down to the basement, which was unfinished, with a
bunch of pipes running up and down the walls, some shelves and miscellaneous
around the edge of the floor. To one side were several large, steel pipes. He
took her arm and a leather shackle went on and the chain went around the pipe and
he other hand was shackled.


She stared at him for a moment, uncertainly on  her face.


"You trust me, don't you?" he asked.


"Yeah, I do," she said.


"I think you will like this," he said, kneeling and pulling
her panties down and off her feet. She shivered a little from the coolness of
the basement and the feeling of vulnerability. He lifted her skirt higher,
behind her how, his hands caressing the smooth roundness of her teenage ass.
She quivered, her pussy clenching as he caressed the sensitive lips from
behind, his finger just slipping between the lips to touch the moisture there. 


"You are so beautiful," he said as she watched over his
shoulder and he undressed completely. His cock fully erect, with a large, dark
head and thick shaft, a large vein running up the length of it. It was
beautiful, she thought. He had a hairy chest, legs and arms, but not too hairy.
He was spare, almost lean and wiry, about six feet tall with a narrow waist and
hips. 


"Kneel," he directed and she did, his cock touching her
lips, pushing in. She opened her mouth, accepting him and touching it with the
tip of her tongue, tasting a drop of precum as she did. He watched her, his
hand caressing her long, blond hair as he let her slowly work her way down the
shaft, then taking the head into her mouth, sucking on him slowly, almost
thoughtfully. She had done her boyfriends for years, but never like this, shackled
and dominated; she felt her pussy flush and fill with fluid from the kinkiness
of it all. His cock was also larger by a pretty good factor than any she had
sucked. 


Her pussy was dripping now; she could feel the heat of it,
the need it expressed despite her mind saying this was wrong. Her nipples
tingled and as though he knew it he slipped a hand down between them and
caressed one, pinching it as she groaned through her mouthful of cock. He started
thrusting slowly and she accepted most of him into her mouth, slurping and sucking
on his large cock as his hips pushed it in an out of her hungry mouth. She
wished she could stroke his firm, hard ass and caress his balls, but the
shackles prevented that. 


He pulled back and looked at her, smiling, 


"You want to suck more cock?" he asked her.


She nodded, looking at his saliva slick cock.


"Ask me nice," he said.


"Please?"


"Please what?" he asked.


"Please, can I suck your cock?"


"Please Mr. Andrews, can I suck your cock," he prompted.


"Please Mr. Andrews, can I suck your cock," she said, her
voice almost plaintive now.


"That's better," he said, stepping forward and pushing his
cock into her mouth again, putting his hand in her head and thrusting it into
her mouth, making her choke and gag, but she sucked, as he used her mouth. She
managed to take it somewhat down her throat without gagging a few times, but it
was hard to do, it was so large.


He pulled away again and pulled her up standing, then
quickly, before she could react, had her turned around and reshackled with her
back to him, her ass exposed as he lifted the skirt higher. He caressed it,
then knelt behind her and kissed her ass, the back of her thighs, the small of
her back, all while caressing her with his hands, getting tantalizingly close
to her pussy, but not touching. She moaned and shook and thrust her ass toward
his warm mouth.


You are such a slut, she thought to herself, her body
quivering the pent-up desires. What was he going to do to her next? He was
strong, virile and obviously had a plan, but she had never been made love to
like this. Boys wanted one thing, to fuck her or get sucked, not take their
time caressing, touching, building up the anticipation before taking ehr.
Finally his fingers slipped between her pussy lips and caressed her clit for
just a moment and she almost came, but he pulled back as she moaned. 


"You want to cum?" he asked.


"Yes, please," she said.


"You want me to fuck you?"


"Yes, please, Mr. Anderson," she moaned.


"What do you want me to do?"


"Please fuck me, Mr. Anderson," she said.


He cupped her breasts and tweaked the nipples, making her squirm
in pleasure and pain, his hard cock sliding up and down her ass crack. She
shuddered and squirmed as his cock rubbed against her sensitive anus and soft
skin; she was unused to ass play, though she had read about it and experimented
a little during masturbation sessions. This was new. He stepped back and walked
over to a black backpack sitting under the steps, which he brought over and
opened. He dug around inside for a few moments, then brought out something she
could not quite make out before he was behind her again. She looked down and he
was fastening something to her right nipple. Pain, pleasure and a little panic
coursed through her body as she felt it grab her sensitive nub. She whimpered
and watched as he did the same to her left nipple, another level of pain and
pleasure washing over her. Nipple clamps now hung from each of her firm, white
breasts, her nipples firmly held.


"OH, fuck,"she said, moaning.


"Not yet, but soon, my dear," he said, kissing her neck and
caressing her belly, running his hand tantalizingly over her pussy, making her
thrust her hips for him to touch her. 


"Are they too tight?' he asked.


She honestly did not know, trying to make sense of the
feelings that filled her body as he abused her. Was she some sort of freak, a
masochist, they called it? Was she sick?


She shook her head, the only thing she could manage.


His cock slid between her thighs, grazing her pussy from
behind as had pulled her head around and kissed her lips, his other hand
pulling at the nipple clamps, making pain shoot through her body, terminating
in her clit. Now he slipped a hand between her pussy lips and started to caress
her clit as his cock rubbed her pussy lips. She moaned, her body taking over
what was left of her rationality as he stimulated her sensitive clit. Her
insides quivered and her knees almost buckled as he brought her closer and
closer to an orgasm she could feel was many times what she had ever experienced
before. 


She was coming before she knew it, her body wracked with
sensations, her legs trembling, her pussy pulsing. Juices slithered out and
down the insides of her thighs as she let it loose, her cries filling the
basement. At that moment he slipped his hand down and positioned his cock at
the entrance to her pussy and pushed, making her cry out on surprise and a
little pain, but more pleasure than he had ever felt when being fucked. He
pushed it in roughly, then pulled out and pushed in again as she made
incoherent noised. He filled her, stretched her, made her want more and at the
same time a dull ache suffused her cunt as it expanded to accommodate his size.
Her orgasm was so long and drawn out it was hard to tell where it had started
and where it ended, with his cock deep in her, stimulating the tender walls of
her pussy, filling her to bursting.


He was finally all the way in and put his hands in her
shoulders and leaned her forward as her held it there, her body trembling in
shock and passion. 


"OH, my, you feel so good, my lovely," he said, caressing
her back and ass as he held his cock all the way into her little pussy. "I am
going to fuck you now. What do you want me to do?" 


"Fuck me, please, Mr. Anderson," she moaned, her voice
trembling, her body flushed and her tortured, betraying cunt, crying out for
his cock.


Slowly at first, and then faster, the man fucked the young
woman, his cock pumping in and out of her wet, well filled cunt as she moaned
and groaned, her hands still attached to the pipe, her nipples caught in the clamps
and has hands holding her ass as he pounded her, his flat stomach hitting her
ass with a slapping sound each time. His face was a picture of concentration
and pleasure as her tight, wet cunt caressed him. She groaned and pushed back,
the head of his cock hitting her deep, giving her pain and pleasure, driving
her toward another orgasm despite what he had just done to her. She had never
come twice in a row and did not know that to expect as it took her and shook
her to her core, deep in her, not from her clit, but from the very center of
her belly, it took her mind and body and made her almost fall to her knees if
she had not been held so tightly. She could not even cry out, but he increased
his tempo not, and she finally let out a long wail as her orgasm released her.


He was close, she could feel it as he shook and his breath
came more quickly.  If anything, his cock
was larger, stretching her poor pussy even more. Would he come in her? She was
on the pill, but it still bothered her. Suddenly he was out of her cunt and
stepped around as he pushed her hips down and she knelt, her legs grateful for
the respite. The cock pressed against her lips and she opened her mouth, excepting
his cock into her mouth, tasting herself as he pushed it in and then her was
coming, filling her mouth with his hot, creamy cum, which she swallowed involuntarily,
not knowing what else to do as  his
strong hand held her head in place. He groaned and shook as he finished in her
mouth, his breath coming in gasps.


Finally, he pulled back, spent and looked down at her, a
grin on his face. He got the keys to the shackles from his pants and unlocked
her and then gently removed the nipple clamps from her reddened tits. She
rubbed her wrists and shivered there for a moment until he retrieved a blanket
from a shelf and put it over her shoulders.


"Are you OK?" he asked.


"Yeah, I think so," she said, trying to smile at his
concern.


"I was afraid I may have hurt you," he said.


"I'm not sure if hurt is right, but I know I will never look
at sex the same," she said.


"How is that?"


She picked up the nipple clamps.


"I didn't know pain could be so seductive," she said.


"Oh, my dear, you have no idea," he said, picking up her
panties and handing them to her. 


"Oh, but I want to know," she said, thinking of what it
could be like.


He stopped and stared at her, then kissed her on the head. 


"Then we are teacher and student," he said.






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