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Subject: {ASSM} A Sex Memoir, part fifteen, M+g, Fg, bondage
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A Sex Memoir
Chapter 15

I quickly fell asleep and didn't even hear the men return, though
Ann told me the next morning they were loud and drunk.  It was
afternoon before they arose and, just as they had been the day
before, they were in the mood.  I've heard that the day after a
drunk a man, or a girl for that matter, can be very horny. 
Lance, Johnny, and Eddy certainly were.  Their energy flagged
quickly, but while they had it Ann and I were well and truly
used.  If there's an advantage to being a slut it's that you can
handle wild sex five minutes after you wake up.

"Did you get rid of that boy last night?" Lance asked, as the men
put their clothes on.

"Yes, I did," I said.

"Good," he said, and he seemed pleased with himself.  "Glad
that's taken care of.  If you're as hungry as I am, you're ready
for a buffet.  I found a Burger King that's selling dollar
Whoppers.  It's across town, though.  Can you wait for an hour?"

"Sure," I said.

Without another word, Lance, Johnny, and Eddy bolted out the
door.

"I don't know whether I could live like this or not," I said. 
"It's damned handy having the men come to me, but I can see how
it could get monotonous after a while.  Is it like this at your
place?"

"You mean my master's place?" asked Ann.  "I usually have to take
care of him in the morning, but it's nothing much.  And I
certainly don't get led off to a gang bang every day."

"Well, it's Friday.  Two days and Jared will come back for me. 
Then I can get back to a more modest lifestyle.  At least I think
I can."

Ann and I cuddled on the couch, and were just beginning to enjoy
each other when someone knocked at the door.

"Fuck, who's that?" I asked.

"Whoever it is, it's male," said Ann.

"Shit, I can't answer the door naked," I said.

"Then put on the top and the shorts I gave you last night," said
Ann.

"Oh, right," I said.  "I've gone so long without clothes I forgot
I had them."

As I put on my clothes, the knock was heard again.  Keep your
shirt on, I said to myself, as I went to answer.

When I opened the door, Timmy was standing in front of me.

"Wow, you really get up late," he said smiling.

"Timmy," I nearly shouted, "what are you doing here?  You
promised not to come here anymore."

"I know, but I saw those three guys leave and I knew you'd be
here alone."

"You must have been standing outside for hours watching," I said.
 "Now go away."

"I didn't have to wait long," said Timmy.  "Can't I see you for
just a few minutes?"  He looked me up and down.  "You're wearing
the same thing you wore last night.  It looks nice."

"No, you can't come in.  I can't go to your room.  I'm busy. 
That's it.  Now go away."  I tried to shut the door but Timmy
held it open with his hand.

"C'mon, Cat, I know you're not busy.  Just a few minutes?" he
pleaded.

I remembered that Lance had said he had to drive across town. 
There was no way I could push Timmy away, and I thought a quick
blow job might be enough to get rid of him.  I pointed my finger
at him.  "Fifteen minutes," I said sternly.  "Then you have to
go."

"OK," he smiled.  "You're cute when you're mad."

Cute was not what I was aiming for at the moment.  I turned,
walked back into the room, stripped off my top and my shorts, and
ordered Timmy to sit on a chair next to the table.  He took off
his shorts and sat down.  "You're cute when you give orders,
too," he said.

I got on my knees and began stroking forcefully.  My hands were
free, so I was able to apply all the tools available.  I'd been
stroking him for a couple of minutes when the door suddenly
opened.  It was Lance.

"What the fuck?" he nearly shouted when he saw me.  "I haven't
been gone five minutes.  I forgot my wallet.  I come back and
you've got that kid in here."

I jumped to my feet and Timmy did the same.

"Get out of here, damn it, and don't come back," yelled Lance.

With remarkable alacrity, Timmy obeyed.  In five seconds he had
his shorts on and was out the door.  Lance walked over to me. 
"This," he said in a very angry voice, "is just what I didn't
want.  You can't make my room a cat house, or a whore house, or
whatever you want to call it."  He slapped my ass very hard, then
grabbed his wallet off the table.  "I'll deal with you when I get
back," he said.  He turned and stomped away.

Ann had sat, unnoticed, on the couch throughout this episode.   I
squeezed my eyes shut and stomped my foot.  "Shit," I growled,
"why did that stupid idiot forget his wallet."

"Every girl gets caught at least once," said Ann.  "I've been
caught myself."

"Sucking a boy when you shouldn't have been?" I asked
incredulously.

"No, but not doing what I was supposed to be doing," Ann
replied.

"By your master?" I asked timidly.

"Yes, by my master."

"And what did he do?" I asked.

"What I expected.  He caned me."

"Oh, shit," I said.  I walked over to the couch and slumped down
next to Ann.  "You don't think Lance would do that, do you?  I
feel like I'm thirteen all over again."

"Can't say," said Ann, putting an arm around my shoulder, "but I
know it's no fun waiting to find out."

"Crap," I whimpered, "I wish he hadn't tried to be nice to me by
getting those cuffs.  He might remember where he got them."  My
shoulders shook.  "I can't even run away," I moaned.  "Jared is
supposed to come here to get me.  If he doesn't find me, I'll
never get home."

"You could come home with me, if my master will let you.  But
there's no guarantee," said Ann.

"I'd start the week as a slut and end up a slave," I said.  "I
suppose if your master took me in he might want to cane me,
too."

"No doubt," said Ann.  "A new slave always gets touched up a
little."

"Kids don't run away and join the circus anymore, do they?"

"No," said Ann, squeezing my shoulder, "they don't."

Not surprisingly, I was no longer in the mood to play with my
girlfriend.  It was very comforting to have Ann there, but all I
did was tremble now and then in her embrace.  We waited an hour,
but Lance didn't return.

"I'm getting really hungry," Ann finally said.  "I'm going to run
down to the snack shop a grab something to eat.  Can I get you
something?"

"Whatever," I said.  "My stomach is tied in knots.  I don't think
I could eat anything."

"OK, beautiful, I'll be back in a minute."

Ann walked out and I fully expected to see Lance walk through the
door.  It was a great relief, though only temporary, when Ann
returned.  She had two small bags of potato chips and two ham and
cheese sandwiches.  I shared a few of the chips with her, but
nothing else.

"This waiting is really eating at me," I said.  "I wish Lance
would just come back and get it over with."

"He'll come back, all right," said Ann, "but the longer he's away
the more time he has to cool down."

"Maybe you're right," I mused, "maybe you're right."

A half hour later, Lance did come back, though without Johnny or
Eddy.  He shot a glance at Ann and me when he walked in, but
didn't say a word.  He found the phonebook and dialed a number on
his cell.

"Can I speak to Rene?" he asked.  He was silent for a few
seconds.  "Rene?  This is Lance, Lance Bergman.  I was in there
last Saturday with a girl.  I bought some cuffs."  He paused. 
"Yes, that's the one.  Anyway, I need to come by for something
else.  Are you open now?"  He paused again.  "Yes, that's what
I'm looking for, but I don't need to buy one, just use it a
little."  Another pause.  "Not today, huh.  Tomorrow then?"  He
listened to Rene's reply.  "Ten o'clock is a little early.  Can
we come by later?"  He listened again.  "Doesn't bother me if it
doesn't bother you," Lance finally said.  "We'll be there at
noon."  He hung up.

Lance pointed at me.  "You've got a date, tomorrow, at noon. 
We'll leave here at eleven."  He picked my clothes up off the
floor and threw them at me.  "Go out and do what you do best," he
said.  "I'll see you in the morning."

I put my clothes on and left with Ann.

2013, by Cheryl Allen Tessler.  Other works by the author can be
found at <a
href="https://sizzlereditions.com/?s=SearchResults.asp%3FCat%3D25
0&search_404=1">https://sizzlereditions.com/?s=SearchResults.asp%
3FCat%3D250&search_404=1</a>


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