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Subject: {ASSM} Abby the Doormat (MF, rape, oral, breast-slapping, roleplaying)
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Like most of my other stories, this is about a husband and wife
talking about a fantasy involving the humiliation of another
party while gettin' it on themselves. No one "actually" gets hurt
or has sex against their will.


ABBY THE DOORMAT
BY LARRY TWITMORE

Our friend Abby is intelligent and sweet, but she avoids conflict
like the plague. She seldom expresses an opinion that she thinks
will cause disagreement; she goes along with whatever the group
wants, even if it's the exact opposite of what she wants. It's
infuriating, but never more-so than when her husband tags along.
He treats her like shit, loudly telling her how stupid he thinks
she is. Actually, how stupid he thinks everyone is, which is
ironic, because he never knows what the hell he's talking about.
My wife and I feel sorry for her sometimes, but on the other
hand, she's more than smart enough to know better, and an adult,
and she should bloody well stand up for herself.

I was sitting on the floor, giving my wife a foot-rub, and we
were talking about the last time Abby and her husband were over,
and the things he said to her, and why she can't stand up for
herself, etc. Getting exhausted of the subject, and feeling a
little randy after touching my wife's beautiful feet, I said,
"You remember what she was wearing?"

"Vaguely."

"She had a plunge-y button-up sweater, and I think a
spaghetti-strap top underneath that. There were little flashes of
cleavage."

"And?"

"Well, it looked good on her, so I'm thinking it'd look even
better on you. Or something like it."

"And if I go to the bother of fishing something like that out and
then putting this on, how long is it going to stay on me?"

"Well, I wouldn't take it off completely..." I smirked.

"Hmm. Maybe later. If you rub my feet good enough." She took her
free foot and rubbed it on my crotch.

"I don't know, that seems like a lot of work for a maybe. Maybe I
should just have Abby come over. I can just fuck her without
having to work for it."

"You'd like that, wouldn't you? Pushing her around, having your
way with her? You'll call her, and tell her to wear that sweater
and that top..."

"Of course," I said. "But I wouldn't tell her I was going to fuck
her. She might not come over."

"Just tell her to come over," said my wife. "But what if she
tries to leave?"

I couldn't see Abby standing up for herself, but I could see her
running. "Well, when she comes over, I'll ask her to put her
hands behind her back and close her eyes."

"I can see her doing it. 'Oh, um, okay'. And then you'd tie her
hands behind her back?"

"Mmm-mm." I switched to her other foot. "Then I'd unbutton her
sweater."

"How are you going to take it off with her hands tied?"

"I won't, I'll just pull it down so it balls around her wrists."

"She'll ask you what you're doing."

"I won't answer," I said. "Sweetheart, is she wearing a bra?"

My wife thought about this for a moment.  "Yes."

"Well, first I'll pull down the front of her top. I can see her
cleavage now, and her bra."

"Then you'll pull them out of the bra. That must be very
uncomfortable for the doormat."

"But she wouldn't say anything," I said. "That'd be rude."

"I bet you want to slap her tits." My cock jumped; my wife won't
let me slap hers.

"Oh yes. I slap them hard."

"Right on her big pink nipples. Until they're red."

"Yes. And all over her big white titflesh, too. Slap them until
they're redder than her nipples."

"You're hurting the stupid slut," said my wife. "I think she's
crying."

"That's when I start sucking on them."

"Suck on them hard, baby," said my wife. "Now, if she said No,
you would stop of course."

"Of course," I said. "But she won't say no."

"Teach her a lesson, then. Grab her by the hair, and fuck her."

"Not yet," I said. "Force her to her knees first. Then I'll pull
out my cock and shove it in her mouth."

"Shove it," she said. "You going to fuck her mouth?"

"I'm fucking her mouth."

"Does she look happy about it?"

"No," I said. "She's crying and she looks angry. Also, she's
gagging because I'm forcing it all the way down her throat."

"You fucking her throat?"

"Yes."

My wife slipped one hand into her panties. "Her tits are still
hanging out..."

"Still sore."

"... and she's on her knees, her face is all a mess, tears
streaming down..."

"I'm ramming my cock down her throat."

"You're raping her hot young mouth."

"Hey, she's not saying no," I said.

"You come all over her face, and her tits."

"Um, I was gonna fuck her."

"You can do that next time. I want to see her freshly-fucked
mouth and see the come all over her."

"I pull Abby up by the hair and sit her on the couch with the
come still on her so you can look her over."

My wife got up abruptly and headed to the bedroom. "Stay here."

"Um, erection over here."

"Stay."

A few minutes later, she came back. She had her hands clasped
(not tied) behind her back, and a button-up sweater wadded up
around her wrists. She wore some tight pants. She also had a
spaghetti-strap top and a bra, but her tits were hanging out of
both.

"I was right," I said. "You do look better in it than Abby."

She sat down on the couch. "I wiped the come off her tits and
face before it got all yellow and globby. Are you hard again?"

"Yep."

"Good. Now you get to fuck her."

I grabbed my wife's hair.

"Don't pull her hair so hard," she said.

I pretended to grab my wife's hair, and helped her up by grabbing
her arm. Then I roughly pulled her pants down to her ankles,
followed by her panties. She was smiling at me.

"Don't smile," I said. "Abby's not happy about this."

My wife did her best impression of Abby's default facial
expression when she didn't like something but didn't want to say
anything about it.

I pushed her onto the couch, her legs up in the air, her pants
and panties still about her ankles. I pulled out my cock and
slammed it into my wife's sopping wet pussy. "Oh, Abby, your cunt
is so dry."

"Fuck her harder," my wife said. "Make it hurt."

"You stupid bitch," I said to Abby. "If you would just tell me to
Stop, I'd stop."

"Stop."

I stopped, my cock half-way in her pussy. My wife grinned
broadly, barely containing her laughter. I gave it another second
before slamming it in her hard.

"Stop," 'Abby' said.

I fucked her faster. "Shut your mouth, slut."

"That's right," said my wife. "I want you to rape her. Rape our
good friend Abby. Teach that little tease a lesson. Pump her full
of your baby-juice."

I filled my wife's beautiful pussy with my come, panting with
every squirt.

"Thank you, my love," I said.

"Not a problem," said my wife. "Say, could you put these away for
me?"

I tenderly tucked her breasts back into her bra. I looked her in
her soft green eyes. "You know, you're a little fucked-up, honey.
You know that?"

"Hey, it's just me and you," said my wife. "We're adults. We
would never really hurt anyone. Just a little fantasy, is all."

"You took that the wrong way, my darling," I said as I pulled her
pants from around her ankles and let her legs stretch out on the
sofa. "I meant it as a compliment."

Then I kissed her.

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