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Note: Mixed Bag is a compilation of stories by Rachael Ross and
contains a Foreword and 65 chapters. It is being posted to ASSM
largely in sequence. See MB00 for a table of contents. All stories
copyrighted 2008 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. rache696@yahoo.com
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information. Thanks. -rr


Adults Only

Mixed Bag - Chapter Fifty Four



Priss - Chapter 4

by rache


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Story Codes: M/F, Romance, Menses, Cheat, Blackmail

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    "There they are," Mrs. Westin, my fiancé's mother had joined her
husband and Perry in the den and now she was giving Thomas a chiding
look.

    She was in her sixties, like her husband, still attractive and
rather vain, I thought. She'd been no one's trophy wife, however, Mrs.
Westin had made that perfectly clear. She'd come from a wealthy family
herself and it was obvious she'd have preferred her son find a girl
with some social standing closer to his own.

    "We went for a little walk," Thomas explained with an apologetic
smile and just a bit of color on his handsome cheeks. I'd just sucked
him off ten minutes before and despite being almost 25 years old, in
the presence of his parents, Thomas was very much their child.

    "Hmmm..." she drew a dramatic sigh and that was my cue to make my
excuses.

    "I think I'll go freshen up," I told Thomas, but informing his
mother at the same time. She always made me feel like I had to ask for
permission to do anything.

    "Dinner will be served shortly, Patricia," the woman sniffed,
making it plain that I shouldn't take too long.

    "Yes ma'am," I nodded meekly, leaving the room as gracefully as I
could while the other four people watched me, Perry especially and I'd
tried to ignore his smile.

    I knew where the bathrooms were and this wasn't my first visit to
the Westin house. I used the one downstairs and all I really wanted to
do was avoid spending twenty minutes beneath the old couple's
scrutiny. They'd ask me questions, Thomas' mother especially, being
polite and restrained, but prying into my past nonetheless. Every
visit to their home was like a job interview and I disliked it, but I
had little choice if I was going to marry their son.

    Rap rap rap

    "Open the door, Priss," Perry's soft voice urged me and I frowned
at the predictability of it.

    I should have left it locked and told him to go away. That would
have been the sensible, even prudent thing to do. But I didn't, he'd
called me Priss for a reason and I knew what it was. And that was why
I couldn't refuse him. One word at the dinner table was all it would
take and my life would be over.

    "What are you doing?" I whispered, closing the door behind the man
and locking it again. "Are you crazy?"

    "Maybe," Perry grinned at me. "How was your stroll in the garden?"

    "None of your business," I said, moving to the mirror above the
sink and opening my purse. We were accomplices now, like partners
sharing a secret and I wasn't sure I liked how easily I seemed to be
accepting it.

    "Don't be like that, Priss." Perry moved behind me, lifting my
dress and I jerked my hips left and then right as I held my lipstick
and stared at his reflection.

    "We can't do this," I told him. "Not here...Please...Don't..."

    "Shhh...You know I'm going to fuck you," he said softly, bunching my
dress around my waist, pushing the material in front of me so it was
piled loosely onto the marble countertop.

    "Perry!" I bit my lip. "There's no time...We can't..."

    "What's this?" he asked, ignoring my protests as he rubbed the
crotch of my panties. There was a thin menstrual pad taped inside,
just in case.

    "It's a napkin," I said. "Let me go."

    "You got your period?" Perry wondered and I shook my head.

    "Not yet, but...Perry!" I closed my eyes as he pushed my panties
down and the man was already working to free his cock.

    "Shhh..." Perry rubbed the head of his penis along my slit and I
wasn't wet for him at all, at least not yet.

    Inside my pussy was quivering with anticipation and my heart had
been going faster ever since he'd knocked. It was that same pleasure,
the new one I'd so recently discovered, that my fear of being caught
was exhilarating for some reason. Now we were going to fuck fifteen
minutes before sitting down to dinner with my fiancé and future in-
laws. That was a lot of fear and it was all good.

    "Why are you...Ummm..." Perry sighed as his cock split my labia
slowly, "...wearing a pad?"

    "Slow...ugh!" I grunted softly, trying to stay quiet as Perry pushed
down on my back, bending me farther over the bathroom counter so that
he could drill my pussy nice.

    "There...Yeah, like that...Priss..." Perry was breathing softly, trying
to control himself, but it was feeling good right away. Being a little
dry like I was, my pussy was a little tighter for him, my lips
clinging to his prick as it moved in and out of me.

    "It's not clockwork...Oh!" I gasped as his prick found the bottom of
my hole, putting me on my tip-toes for a second of electric joy. "I'm
early...sometimes..."

    "Okay...Fuck, you're hot inside," Perry whispered, holding my hips
now and pulling me back to meet his thrusts with a dull slap-slapping
of our bodies.

    "Hur...Hurry up..." I moaned, feeling my pussy getting very wet now,
the juices flowing with the quick, hard sex Perry was giving me.

    "I want you to come see me," he said, covering my body with his,
pressing his chin against my shoulder with his lips close to my ear.
"Stay with me...Next weekend, Priss."

    "W-What?" I shivered and rolled my hips, grinding my ass against
him almost helplessly. It felt so good and the idea that any second
someone could knock on the door and demand to know what we were doing...

    "All weekend," Perry kissed my cheek, pushing out his tongue and
licking my flushed skin while he worked just a few inches of his cock
back and forth in the depths of my cunt.

    "I can...can't..." I panted turning my face and he kissed me hard,
shoving his tongue into my mouth and I met it with mine.

    "Yeah, yeah you can," he breathed, Perry's lips moving against
mine as he spoke. His eyes staring at me, seeing the hunger in my face
as I worked my pussy on his cock.

    "Ohhh...Ah!" I hitched a sharp breath and I was cumming, my body
jerked and spasmed as the soft walls of my pussy squeezed Perry's
cock, massaging the man as he hunched over me. He held my shoulders
and jammed his cock as far inside me as possible and he was cumming as
well.

    "Priss...Fuck fuck oh yeah..." he groaned and we were kissing again.

    I didn't fight him. I didn't protest the flood of sperm that Perry
was loosing into my body. I accepted it. I accepted him, sucking the
man's tongue and shaking with naked pleasure at the experience. A
three minute fuck in the bathroom. I was a slut and a whore and Perry
could fuck me whenever and wherever he wanted. I knew that now. My
surrender was complete.

    "Don't..." Perry told me as I reached for the bathroom tissue. "I
want you to keep it inside all night."

    I frowned at him, feeling the guilt filling me now that we were
finished, but I did as he wished. I pulled my panties up, making sure
the napkin was in place. I was full of cum, Perry's and mine, and we'd
sit through dinner with my fiancé and his parents, both of us sharing
that secret.

    "You're an asshole," I said and Perry just grinned at me, zipping
up his trousers.

    "I know," he opened his wallet, dropping a hundred dollar bill in
the sink. "But you like it, Priss. Keep the change."

    He left me there, slipping out of the bathroom while I smoothed my
dress, feeling Perry warm and wet inside me. I fixed my face in the
mirror, glancing down at the money every few seconds until I finally
stuffed the crisp bill into my purse. I washed my hands, wondering how
I was going to get through the inevitably long meal with a load of
Perry's cum soaking into my pad. Smiling and looking innocent,
pretending to be the virgin while Perry stared at me across our wine
and my fiancé caressed my thigh under the table, unaware of who and
what I truly was.

    "Yeah," I admitted unhappily to my reflection. "I like it."


=-=-=-=-=-=-=-==-=-=-=


    "Ummphhh...I like that..." I sighed, cradling Thomas to my breasts
after dinner and a movie Sunday night. We'd had a good day and a nice
evening, without Perry for a change and I was grateful for it.

    "Me too," Thomas sighed, kissing my left nipple and then drawing
the swollen flesh into his mouth once more.

    I moaned softly, arching my back and it was feeling especially
good as my period had started that afternoon, right on time. I was
more sensitive, or so I imagined, more horny than usual as my hormones
shifted into high gear for the next few days. Having my tits nursed on
was very good for me and I was tempted to ask Thomas if I could suck
his cock for him. He wouldn't refuse me, I knew that, but I couldn't
afford to seem too eager and that was frustrating.

    I really wanted him to fuck me, but besides my charade at playing
the virgin, most men were a little phobic about menstruation. Some men
didn't mind and most of them wouldn't notice or care until we were
finished, but I think it would have bothered Thomas. He was so
innocent and invariably my thoughts went to Perry. I hated that, the
way the man insinuated himself between me and my fiancé. Even when he
was gone, driving back to his distant home while Thomas kissed me,
Perry was there with us.

    "Kiss me..." I breathed, pulling Thomas to my mouth and we'd been
making out for an hour in his car.

    The windows were fogged and I could have invited him inside my
apartment, but this was better somehow. We both enjoyed it, petting
like teenagers and pretending we were still young. At least I was
pretending, trying to forget the things I'd done after graduating high
school and going to college. I wished I'd known Thomas before then,
that we'd dated and sat close together in our classes, sharing looks
and notes and smiles. I should have met him when I was sixteen and I
wondered how much my life would have changed. I could have fallen in
love so easily then.

    "I love you, Tricia," Thomas whispered into my ear as we caught
our breath. His hand was on my breast, squeezing me gently, rubbing
across my aching nipple.

    "I love you too," I kissed his neck and stroked the man's hair.
"Twenty days..."

    "I want to make love to you," he said, finding my mouth once more.
"You're so beautiful."

    "We will," I promised him, whispering around his tongue. "I'm
going to fuck your brains out."

    "Tricia!" Tomas blinked at me and then grinned, looking mildly
shocked and I made a guilty face, trying hard to blush.

    "What?" I pulled him back to me. "It's true. I want to spend our
honeymoon in bed."

    "Oh, Jesus..." Thomas nodded. "I just hope it doesn't hurt you."

    "Hurt me?" I smiled, unsure of what my fiancé meant for a moment.

    "When we do it," he said. "When, um...you know. When I break your
cherry."

    "Oh," I almost laughed, but I caught it and kissed him tenderly.
"Even if it does, I won't mind. I'll be fertile then."

    "You will?" Thomas licked his lips. "How do you know?"

    "Thomas!" I rolled my eyes. "Never mind, just think about what
kind of baby you want to put inside me on our wedding night."

    "What kind..."

    "Boy or girl?" I did giggle then and we'd talked about children
and we both wanted one right away. It was going to be nearly perfect
too, although that was luck mostly. I hadn't really been looking at my
calendar when we'd picked a date.

    "Mmmm..." Thomas just sighed and we started making out again, both
of us impatient for that Saturday less than three weeks away now.


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    "Perry!" I felt like someone had kicked me in the chest. "You
scared the shit out of me!"

    "Hey Priss," he smiled from my bed where he was laying completely
naked. "How was your big date with Tommy? Did he give you some?"

    "What are you doing here?" I blinked at him. "I thought you were
going home?"

    "That's a long drive," he said, patting the bed next to him.
"Lonely too. Come here."

    "No!" I shook my head. "How did you get into my apartment?"

    "Priss, come on. Sit down. I've been waiting all night," Perry
said with a playful pout. "I got the manager to let me in."

    "What?" I frowned. "Barney?"

    "Nice guy," Perry agreed. "He didn't know you had a brother
though."

    "Great," I shook my head. "You told him you're my brother and he
let you in..."

    "Yeah," Perry laughed. "That and fifty bucks, you know, for his
trouble."

    "You're going to get me in trouble," I decided. "Why don't you
just get a real girlfriend to stalk?"

    "Because I like you, Priss," Perry slapped the bed softly. "Now
get your ass over here before I spank you."

    "I got my period today," I said, hoping that might change his
mind. "I want to take a shower and I have to work in the morning, so
if you don't mind..."

    "I don't mind," Perry said. "I don't mind at all. Now come here."

    "What? Perry..." I sighed, standing there in the doorway and feeling
my body tingle.

    I was warmed up with my fiancé's lingering affections and Perry
was right there. His lean body looking fit and toned, smooth and
muscular, posing on my bed with his flaccid cock laying across his
thigh. Everything I'd said in the car, all those emotions I'd
expressed to Thomas, I couldn't forget those. I wanted sex and I
wanted Perry, but the betrayal hurt and I couldn't force myself to
join him.

    "I'm going to take a bath," I said, taking a deep breath and
nodding as I made up my mind. "Please...Just go home."

    "Not yet," Perry got up from the bed quickly and I wasn't running
from him, not like I should have been.

    "No! Perry! Stop...Don't! Ahhh..." I tried to push him away and tell
myself that I was fighting the man, but this was what I wanted.

    "I warned you, Priss..." Perry slapped my hands away and grabbed me,
pulling me to the bed, dragging me easily into my bedroom and my
resistance was merely for show.

    "Stop...No! Damn you! Fucker! Perry! Ohhh...Ah! Fuck you!" I breathed,
my body going tight with excitement as the man put me over his thighs.

    "Little whore! You want a spanking? Okay..." Perry pushed my skirt
up and yanked my panties down. He could see my pad stained with blood
and he didn't care. Neither of us did.

    "Nooo...Oh! Ow! Don't...You can't..." I gasped as Perry's hand came down
on my bare ass hard.

    SLAP!! ... SLAP!! ... SLAP!!

    "You want to be a little girl, Priss? I'll treat you like one,"
Perry was hardly breathing hard at all and I was moaning beneath him,
feeling my skin burning with humiliation as much as pain.

    SLAP!! ... SLAP!! ... SLAP!!

    "Ow! Oh! Perry! Nooo I'm sorry...Okay! Fuck!" I gasped and my body
jerked as his heavy hand spanked my ass with hard, measured strokes.

    "You like this too, huh?" Perry was chuckling, grabbing one round
butt cheek in his hand and digging his fingers into my hot flesh.
"You're a fucking slut, Priss. You get off on all of it, don't you?"

    "Y-Yessss..." I hissed between clenched teeth, rolling my hips and
wriggling my ass for the man as he kneaded my butt with both hands
now.

    He wasn't holding me down and I wasn't trying to get off him. I
was bent over Perry's strong thighs and his cock was hardening,
growing stiff and rising against my tummy. My heart was going fast, my
lungs fighting for air and that spanking had felt so good. I'd needed
it, the punishment for what we were doing, the humiliation of being
taken and used, the relief at being able to blame Perry and ignore my
own guilty conscience. He was making me do it and I could live with
that lie all night long.

    "Suck my cock now," Perry said, pushing me off his legs and onto
the floor. "Get me hard, Priss. I'm going to fuck you in the ass, I
think."

    I did as he told me to, feeling a small sense of shame as I knelt
between his spread legs and kissed his large balls. I wanted that
feeling and I found myself thinking of Thomas, deliberately trying to
hurt myself as I used my tongue to wash Perry's scrotum while his
swollen cock lay across my face. I stroked his calves and thighs,
dragging my fingernails lightly across the man's skin as I took his
testes into my mouth one at a time, rolling them with my tongue and
sucking so that his wrinkled sack was drawn taut.

    "Jesus! Priss...Fuck, that's good, baby..." Perry sighed, watching me
with a look of satisfied joy on his handsome face. "Did you suck
Thomas like this?"

    "Hmmm?" I asked around one of his balls, washing the fat orb in a
bath of warm saliva.

    "He told me about it this morning," Perry said with a grin. "Tommy
was so excited. His first blowjob..."

    "Mmmm..." I shrugged and spit him out of my mouth, swallowing my
saliva flavored faintly with the man's salty sweat. "He told you?"

    "He said it was your first time too," Perry laughed, putting his
fingers in my hair and pulling my mouth to the head of his cock. "He
said you even swallowed some of it."

    "Ummphh..." I replied, filling my mouth with the smooth glans and
working my tongue around him, tickling Perry's piss hole.

    I might have frowned at the knowledge that Thomas had told Perry
what we'd done the evening before, but I wasn't really surprised by
it. They were best friends and even something so personal as sex
wasn't taboo, not when it was my fiancé's first blowjob ever. Boys
were like that, in my experience, and it had been good for business in
college. I just wished Thomas had told someone else besides Perry, his
obvious amusement was almost embarrassing.

    "Tommy..." Perry sighed. "You've got him wrapped around your finger
now, Priss."

    "He loves me," I breathed, pulling my mouth off his cock while I
held it in my hand. He was so big, so strong, nothing like Thomas at
all.

    "Yeah, yeah," Perry nodded, stroking my hair and urging me to suck
him off. "And you love him too, that's why you're so happy to fuck me,
right? Cause you love Tommy so much? What a whore."

    "You're making me do it," I said and then gathered some saliva on
my tongue and spit it on his cock, working my fingers around the head.
"Remember?"

    "Paying for it too," he nodded, looking down at me while I looked
up. "You want me to leave, Priss?"

    "No," I swallowed hard.

    "What?" he turned his right ear towards me.

    "I said, no." I stared at him for just a second, as if daring him
to scold me for my decision.

    "I know," Perry sighed and his smile was gentle. "Suck it for me
nice now. Make love to my cock, Priss."

    I looked down and then took his cock in my mouth, sliding my tight
lips halfway down his thick shaft. He did nothing but watch me,
sitting back on his hands, arms straight and legs spread, and I
worshipped his cock for fifteen minutes. The only sound in the world
was that of my mouth, the moist sucking noises and soft swallows. He
never left my lips and I was working Perry with every ounce of skill I
possessed.

    "Ohhhh..." he breathed finally, as I wrapped my arms around the
man's waist, his cock in my throat as I held him to the very root.

    Perry came hard, shooting his ejaculate into my tummy while I
tried to swallow around the penis that gagged me. My tongue moved
beneath the shaft and my throat spasmed around him. I shook my head
slightly, from side to side as if I might get more of Perry's cock
inside me. My lungs burned and heaved for air, but I ignored that
discomfort until I felt dizzy and nearly faint with lack of air. Only
then did I lift my mouth, gasping and watching the man's face, seeking
his approval. Needing it for some reason.

    "Priss..." Perry reached for me, pulling me onto the bed and on top
of him. He didn't object to my kiss and I pushed my tongue into his
mouth, feeling his strong arms holding me tightly against his chest.
His fingers were in my hair, holding my mouth to his and the other
found my ass. Perry's semi-hard cock pressed into my tummy and his
legs went around me and I was moving, bringing my cunt higher, wanting
the man inside me.

    "Make love to me," I begged him softly and he did. Perry's cock
stiffened quickly and then pushed easily inside my pussy.

    I was wet with my excitement and more than that, I was
menstruating and it bothered him not at all. I gasped and arched my
back as Perry's cock plunged into the depths of my sex. I was going to
cum immediately and I held nothing back. I was grinding myself against
him, kissing his face and neck, panting my desire to be fucked hard
and deep. I was desperate for it, aching to be filled over and over
and Perry was giving it to me. He wasn't afraid of my body and his
cock was bathing in my blood as much as my cum. That made it better
for me, knowing that Perry would give me whatever I needed, whenever I
wanted it. It was unfair and I was lost completely.

    "What do you want from me?" I asked him, curled up after our sex
and I was a terrible mess.

    We both were, but we didn't move from my bed. Perry was holding
me, on our sides facing each other, and he was so big. I felt like a
child in his arms. My knees were drawn up between his tummy and mine,
my face was in his neck and my hands touching his chest and shoulders,
caressing his face. I never wanted to move. I wanted to stay there
forever.

    "I want you," he whispered. "Stay with me next weekend."

    "Alright," I nodded, feeling his hand on my round butt, stroking
me there while his other hand played with my hair.

    "I want to give you a bath too," he added after a minute and I
smiled.

    "Next weekend?"

    "Now," Perry kissed my head. "I want to spoil you."

    "Mmmm..." I sighed, snuggling closer. "I don't want to move."

    "Me neither," he chuckled softly.

    "How am I going to marry Thomas?" I asked, but Perry didn't say
anything. "You're never going to let me go. Are you?"

    "No," Perry agreed.

    "Okay," I kissed his neck.

    Half an hour later I was sitting in my bathtub, smiling as I
soaked in the hot water and Perry was as good as his word. He knelt by
the side of the tub with a washcloth and a bar of soap, washing my
body slowly. We didn't speak and I think we enjoyed that most of all.
The silence was welcome and we shared it while his hands explored and
caressed every inch of me. He was tender and gentle and my arousal
only grew with the experience.

    I was moaning and lifting my hips when Perry's hand found my sex.
He massaged my vulva carefully, using his fingers and palm to cup my
swollen pussy and squeeze it. He pinched and pulled at me, playing
between my labia and inside me. The water, already milky with soap,
turned pink between my spread thighs. My flow was heavy after being
fucked so long and hard, but there was nothing terrible about it and
the sensation was beautiful. I was going to cum while Perry
masturbated me, jilling me off with two fingers in my cunt and his
thumb on my clit.

    "Ahhh yea yeah...okay...ummm..." I nodded, closing my eyes and biting my
lip.

    I held his wrist with both of my hands and Perry let me move him
the way I wanted it. This was good and different for me. I'd never had
a man do this for me, just bring me off in a streaming hot bath. I had
a good cum, a wonderful orgasm unlike any other that he'd given me. I
came on his hand begging for a kiss and then more as I pulled Perry
awkwardly into the tub with me. I sat on his lap, still shivering with
my cum and his cock was inside me once more.

    We spilled a lot of water and we were giggling near the end of our
lovemaking. I was splashing more than I had to, bouncing my cunt on
Perry's wonderful cock. He had his arms around my waist and I held his
neck and it was fun. I was laughing and enjoying the pleasure on
Perry's handsome face. It took him forever to cum. His third orgasm,
the best of the night, and I was amazed by his stamina. I wondered if
I could ever wear him out and the idea made me giggle and kiss his
mouth in the middle of it, our tongues playing between our smiles.

    "Don't go," I said, pulling my sheets off my bed. They were wet
with sweat and cum and blood. "Just call, in the morning or something.
It's late."

    "I have to," Perry said, buttoning his shirt. "You're coming next
weekend, right?"

    "I, um...Yeah," I nodded. "But...I don't know what I'm going to tell
Thomas though."

    "Tell him you're visiting an old friend," Thomas chuckled.

    "Hmmm..." I smiled at that, bunching up the sheets and tossing them
onto the floor. I was naked except for a pair of panties with a napkin
inside them and I sat on my bare mattress. I watched Perry finish
dressing and I wished I was happy to see him leave, but I wasn't. I
didn't want to sleep alone.

    "Here..." Perry was opening his wallet and he dropped three hundred
dollars on my bed. "It would be cheaper to marry you."

    "Yeah?" I picked up the money and smiled at him. "You think so?"

    "I have to go," he leaned over, kissing me hard for half a minute
before pulling away reluctantly. "Bye, Priss."

    "Bye, Perry." I waved at him and then fell back onto my bed,
wondering what I was doing.



To be continued...

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