Message-ID: <61468asstr$1315833002@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-Original-Path: news.alt.net From: Tim Merrigan <tppm@ca.rr.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <6cgq675jfv1mlorbanrrg2a9ue9j47hf65@4ax.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sun, 11 Sep 2011 16:22:31 -0700 Subject: {ASSM} Custody Dispute Settled, Epilogue, by Tim Merrigan (Mg, cons, choke play, pros, inc(?) ) Lines: 111 Date: Mon, 12 Sep 2011 09:10:02 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2011/61468> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: RuiJorge, dennyw Custody Dispute Settled Epilogue by Tim Merrigan (Mg, cons, choke play, pros, inc(?) ) A few months later my daughter came to me in my office as chief of the Alcalde's security detail in the Alcalde's Palace wearing the girl's nightgown to ask me for her normal bedtime fuck. "Daddy, it's past my bedtime and you haven't tucked me in yet," she pouted. I said, "OK, Honey, let's get you to bed," as I stood, naked (I rarely dress when working from home), from behind my desk. As I took her to our bedroom in our apartment in the palace, her leading me by my cock, I got to wondering what had become to the girl and her father. "Daddy! You're getting harder than usual!" she squealed, cheerfully. "I was just thinking of the last time I saw that nightgown. The girl I took it from screamed beautifully the whole time I was raping her." She pulled the front away from her chest and looked at it, "I don't see any blood or bullet holes; didn't you kill her when you were done?" she asked, mildly shocked. "No, Honey, she wasn't the target, her mother was, she was just a perk. Besides, the Cartel wanted me to bring her in alive." By then we'd reached our room, I picked her up and threw her onto the bed, climbed on after her and, taking her throat in my hands, thrust into her, balls deep, with no further preliminaries. I squeezed her throat till she started turning blue and her eyes started to bulge, then loosened my grip enough for her to catch a breath, before squeezing again, I repeated that three or four times, while fucking her hard, then gently, alternating, putting off our orgasms. Finally, I thrust into her as hard and deep as I could, emptying spurt after spurt of cum into her as every muscle in her body tensed and her cunt pulsed, milking me of every drop. After what seemed like forever, we both collapsed in exhaustion. After a minute or so, I rolled off of her onto my back so she could breathe (I may kill her on purpose some day, but I don't want to do so accidentally) and rested for a bit. After a bit I kissed her on the forehead, tweaked one of her boy-like nipples, and said, "Now, you go to sleep you little slut. Daddy's still got some work to do tonight, I'll be back later." She rolled onto her side and looked adoringly at me and said, as I left the room, "OK, Daddy, but tell me all about anything interesting in the morning. Promise?" "OK, Honey, I promise, now, go to sleep." I went back to my office and smiled, again, as I saw the embroidery sampler my daughter had made for me to hang on the wall behind my desk, it read, "Mujeres y Niņos Primero" (Women and Children First). She thought it hilariously ironic that the motto of the lifeboat service could apply equally to my job as a Cartel enforcer. The first item in my inbox was Cartel business. It seemed some middle schoolers were planning to hold a party and when our dealer in their school approached them about supplying the drugs for it they politely declined, saying that they didn't do drugs. So, she wanted the Cartel to make an example of the kids at the party, besides, they hadn't invited her. I authorized the hit, slightly disappointed that I couldn't be there myself, but, when one reaches this level, one has to delegate, and supplied her with a squad of police commandos, with a note that they shouldn't wear their uniforms, should wear masks, and not to worry if one or two of the kids survived. Next was Alcalde security business. The presidents of Mexico and the United States were planning a meeting with the Alcalde and security arrangements needed to be coordinated. I set the ball rolling on that, contacting the Federalis in Mexico City, and the Secret Service in Washington. My business for the evening done, I checked the status of the girl and her father. It turned out that they had managed to raise the money in the allotted time, and that the woman's brother had delivered it in untraceable cash, in person, but that when it was counted there was only USD$1,099,980, or $12 short. The uncle offered to make up the difference, by buying two tricks, first converting $20 into pesos, and gave MXN$200 to the banker, and asked him if he wanted to go first or second, then they spent the next two hours fucking the girl in all her holes, while her father watched. When they left, the father carried her to the uncle's car, as she couldn't walk. The girl and her father were given back their passports, and released into her uncle's custody, who drove them back into the United States. Attached to the file were two clippings from American newspapers. The first one's headline, in one inch type, from above the fold on the first page read, "Child Superstar Rescued from Mexican Cartel" the other, in ten point bold, and from a deep inside page, read, "Another unidentified woman's body found next to Mexican highway." With that I turned out the lights and joined my daughter in bed. I rolled her onto her back and gently fucked her till I came. "Oh, Daddy, I love you so much," she said, sleepily. "I know you do, Darling, now go back to sleep." I then rolled onto my back, keeping myself in her, and fell asleep. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com>| | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderators: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> | |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+