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Subject: {ASSM} The Work Room
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Date: Wed, 26 Aug 2015 06:10:04 -0400
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The Work Room
 
    The noise above this room, a low hum of  voices.  Wondering how long I 
will wait here.  The cool metal  against my naked body, chilling me in spite 
of the sheet covering me.   It seems like I have been lying here a long 
time; but most likely not more then  fifteen or twenty minutes.   Just a night 
light over by the stairs,  the only illumination.  My head resting on a 
small block, head raised just  slightly.  Hair fanned out along my head  Legs 
placed together and  extended, arms place along my sides.  Lying like a 
soldier at attention.  other then my uniform is non-existent.
    The cooling system kicking on to dull  the noise above that already has 
moved from the room above me to the wide  hallway and foyer of this old 
home in Poughkeepsie.  To many it would be a  mansion, and old one, but a huge 
home on Academy Street.  Lots of old homes  here, the rich section of town 
once upon a time.  The front door being  opened again and again, as people go 
into the cold darkness of this night.   It must be about 9:00 PM, maybe a 
little after.
    The chill of the cool air being forced  into the room, cooling my body. 
 My nipples hard under the thin  sheet.  Thick nubs of sensitive flesh 
jutting from the flattened mounds of  my breasts.  Thick nubs, forming darts in 
the cool sheet over my  body.  My eyes staring straight ahead, not able to 
see through the sheet  draped over my face.  But a strong chemical scent 
being drawn into my  nostrils, that mixed with a faint scent of flowers.  
    Footsteps moving across the floor above  me.  Then moving back again.  
Closing up for the night.  The  chill of the room permeating my body, my 
extremities, as the minutes drag on one  tripping over the other.  Then after 
long minutes, very long minutes,  hearing the footsteps moving down the back 
stairs.  The click of the light  switch loud in the work room.  The 
starkness of the overhead light, an  affront to my open eyes, even with the sheet.  
    Hearing the man moving around the  room.  Thinking that he is most 
likely changing his suit coat and vest for  his white work coat.  Feeling the 
stainless steel cart I am lying on being  shifted under the overhead light.  
The brakes being set.  Then feeling  and seeing as the sheet is folded down 
exposing my head and neck.  My eyes  adjusting to the harshness of the 
lighting.  The man a blur when the sheet  was pulled down, now is kindly old Mr. 
Mulvey.  His family owners of a  multi-generation buisness.  Wondering if his 
son will also be working  tonight.  When I say old Mr. Mulvey, he is older 
then me; but maybe fifteen  years older then me, maybe a little more.  His 
white lab coat flowing  behind him as he moves in and out of my view.  My 
peripheral vision has  always been good.  His tie still knotted at his throat, 
his suit pants a  slate grey with a black pinstripe.  
    Seeing his smile as he looks down at my  face and then lower.  His 
tongue nervously licking his lips as his eyes  settle on the bumps in the sheet 
at my chest.  His fingers grasping the  sheet and folding it down in half 
and then again.  My body now exposed to  his stare. as he places the sheet 
behind him.  Feeling his fingers reach  out and touch my left nipple.  Pinching 
the swollen flesh, the cool  puckered nub.  Flicking it this way and that.  
Then pinching both  nipples and tugging them.    I can feel the heat and 
sensations  of his touching warming me inside.  Jolts of pleasure shooting 
electrons of  sensation across my inner body.  Knowing I should flush with 
embarrassment  as his hand trails down from my breasts to my stomach and then 
stopping at the  top of my slit.  The pouty labia, tucked neatly between my 
closed  legs.  The hairless mound, not hiding my private parts.  Mr. Mulvey's  
fingers stroking the smooth but cool flesh of my inner thighs.  His sounds  
of satisfaction, indicating that he approves of the body naked to his eyes 
and  touch.
    Feeling his hand moving my left arm from  my side, turning the arm till 
the in.side is exposed.  His fingers deftly  probing for the vein.  Turning 
from me for a moment and then back again  with a piece of rubber tubing 
tightened over my upper.  Then his hand  returning with a needle.  The small 
pinch and the hollow needle inserted  into the vein.  Then a series of vials 
filling with my blood.  The  tubing released to allow the flow.  Then the 
needle withdrawn, with a salve  pressing on the opening and slowly stopping the 
blood flow.  My left hand  out to the side, feeling the trench along the 
side of the stainless steel cart,  that is slightly pitched.  That to allow 
fluids to slide down the drain  holes.  Hoping as I lie there that my fluid, 
my blood has stopped flowing  from my arm and is not already making the slow 
trip to the drain hole and catch  bucket beneath.
    Hearing a soft gurgle of sign and  catching Mr. Mulvey raising one of 
the vials to his mouth and drinking the red  liquid my blood.  His tongue 
licking at the inside as he tips it up and  waits for each drop.  Wondering 
what temperature it might be.  Warm  blood, cool blood.  My ass cheeks cold, 
not quite as cold as my nipples and  toes, as the cool air blows across them.  
Seeing a pump used to draw fluids  through the circulatory system being 
attached to a cart and pulsing as the  impeller draws fluids from a canister 
and siphons it through tubing.  Mr.  Mulvey again alongside of me.  A new deep 
redness to his lips as he again  touches my hard nipples.  His lips pulling 
at them as he leans over.   Sucking on the long thick nubs.  My flattened 
breasts being pulled into  small pyramids as he tugs up on the sensitive 
tips.  Then released to slap  with a small water bed roll on my chest.  
    His breath warm on my wet nipples.   his mouth tracing down my stomach 
like his finger did earlier.  Feeling it  blow on my upper folds.  His 
tongue teasing at them as his hands slide my  legs apart.  Exposing the full 
pouty lips.  Access to my folds much  easier now, as his tongue finds the hood 
hiding my smooth pearl.  Fingers  scissoring my labia majora apart.  The 
inner lips now being pried open as  his fingers move between them and press to 
the opening.  His middle finger  working in and out of my pussy as his mouth 
sucks on my folds and labia.   Knowing his eyes are close to my privates.  
Seeing me as few do.  His  fingers probing as that of a Doctor's.  Impartial, 
not as his lips, which  are very personal.  Thinking I must have 
lubrication inside my body as his  finger moves in and out with no resistance.  Then 
his hands  moving my  legs apart more, adding another finger.   His fingers 
now more then a  probe, more like a cock as they fuck the unresisting 
opening.  
    As the chill permeates my outer flesh,  thinking to myself that I can 
feel my core warming up to his intrusions.   Feeling moisture from his mouth 
against my pubic area, wetting my folds and  lips.  My nipples still wet 
from his mouth and lips, feeling the chilled  air of the A/C Refrigeration unit 
washing over them with soft waves of  sensation.  Almost feeling the goose 
bumps forming on my arms and  legs.  My body feeling like it wants to shiver 
from the cold outer  temperature.  
    The man, Mr Mulvey, stripping off his  white lab coat and undoing his 
pants.  Hearing as much as seeing him  stepping out of them and the loud 
clatter of his shoes being dropped to the  floor.  Then seeing his naked torso 
leaning over the stainless steel  cart.  The pump in the background, almost 
muffling his heavy  breathing.  His exhalations of air ragged as he pulls a 
chair over to the  table and then steps up on it.  Seeing his naked body 
balancing for a  moment ond then his knee between my legs. His hands as he 
kneels partly on  the table, lifting my legs to the side, slightly bending them.  
Wishing I  could flush at how exposed I must be now.  Seeing him looking 
down, between  my legs at the open ridges of my labia, wondering what color my 
 walls must  be in this chilled environment.  
    Then feeling the cart shift just a tiny  bit as he now kneels fully on 
the cart.  His penis fully exposed and  hard.  The mushroom cap a spongy 
surface of dark red almost a purple.   His ball sack swaying as he shifts from 
knee to knee.  His hands as he  leans over cupping behind my knees and 
lifting.  His small paunch warm as I  feel him pull my legs to his hips.  The 
warmth of his aroused cock, a  contrast to the cool flesh of my inner thighs.  
Feeling it pulsing against  me as he stretches his legs out on the cart, my 
legs being lowered as he  positions his hard needy cock at the entrance to 
cool unresisting opening.
    My mind upset as I think on what is  about to happen.  The trust we 
have in some professions, the professional  demeanor of this man when he is 
greeting people upstairs, a total reversal to  what he is about to do in the 
lower chambers of this old gothic house.   This is so wrong.
    Feeling his cock head pressing against  my opening.  The fat cap 
swollen and warm, gaining entrance into my  tunnel.  The walls being pushed apart 
as the knob is fully inside.   His hands still grasping my legs, holding 
them apart, as if he thinks they will  snap shut to bar this invasion, this 
vile deed.  A gasp, almost a moan, as  the walls squeeze on the fat knob.  The 
man holding himself just inside the  entrance, his ball sack swaying 
beneath, tapping gently against my inner thighs  and the taint between my puss and 
ass ring.  Then with a hard jam, his cock  spearing my walls apart.  My body 
gripping the cool steel beneath me and  then sliding along the surface.  
The shaft now warming my tunnel as I feel  his prickly pubic hair against my 
hairless pubes.  A slow erotic thrusting  of his hips as he holds my legs.  
His shaft moving in and then partially  out of my helpless body.  The walls 
being pushed open, sealing around the  shaft, and then closing as it pulls 
back.  
    The loud sounds of his breathing, his  moaning filling the sterile 
chamber.  Soft echoes of sound as he grunts  against my body, in my body.  
Seeing the veins standing out in his neck as  he draws close.  His face red, and 
then the telltale thrust, as he  holds  his cock deep in my slack body.  
Knowing the head is swelling  inside me.  That his warm sticky seed is coating 
my walls.  The head  pulsing inside me as more expulsions of creamy seed is 
deposited outside my  womb.  Almost thinking I can feel the ball sack 
lifting as it jets male cum  into my slack opening.  The man holding himself tight 
for a good thirty  seconds, as his spunk spurts and then oozes from his pee 
slit.  The warm  male seed locked into the female body, as the sperm swim 
in the cavern, seeking  a home.
    Feeling the man pulling out of my  orifice, having used it for what a 
man needs, a dump bucket.  The look of  relief now on  his face, as he rubs 
his semihard cock against the folds of  my cunt.  His hands releasing my 
legs, as he moves from the bright metal  cart, holding my body to the chair and 
then down to the floor.  Hearing him  walking around the side of the table 
and to the head of it.  My eyes seeing  him lean over the table his wilting 
cock wet with his clear juice and a small  clot of semen on the smooth cap.  
One hand turning my head to the side, as  he opens my lips and wipes his 
cocks on them and forces the stretched head into  my mouth.  Using my mouth to 
clean the scum from his cock.  Feeling it  swelling as he works it around my 
mouth.  the head rearing up, swelling,  the lengthening of his shaft.  His 
fingers holding my lips shut around the  veiny shaft.  Rocking on his toes 
and heels fucking my mouth.  The  cheeks bulging as the thick head pops 
against the flexible flesh.  The slow  movement moving into a more rapid pace and 
then a quick finish as his cum slit  widens and a few weak spurts of ropy 
cum fill my mouth.  Still splattering  droplets of pearly cum on my face as 
he slides the again softening cock from my  mouth shaking it  against my cool 
cheek.
    Mr. Mulvey pulling on his clothing my  head turned to watch the older 
man as he pulls his undergarment and pants on to  his toneless legs.  His 
white lab jacket now making him look like a medical  professional, as he steps 
back to the cart and readjusts my head to stare again  at the stark light 
above.  My legs shifted together again.  Demur  nakedness as they mostly 
conceal the puffy lips guarding my inner organs.   Well it would be demur and 
innocent looking if not for the moisture clear and  milky on my inner thighs 
and lower body.  The droplets of white on my face  and around my now closed 
lips.  The taste of the cum and a slight scent of  the seed, in my mouth and 
nostrils.  My insides stuffed like a  "Thanksgiving turkey" with the spend 
seed of the man, now pulling a sheet over  my still body.  Feeling it covering 
my legs, then torso, then slipping over  my still hard nipples.   A dull 
ache as it moves to my neck and then a  dampening of my vision as the sheet 
covers my face.
    A shuffling of footsteps on the  stairwell, and then a voice after a 
minute.  "She is done Mr.  Mulvey."  The pump and centrifuse stopping now, 
hearing the wheels of a  cart moving over the concrete floor. and then the 
sound of a door closing.   Feeling the sheet pulled off my face, and a younger 
man then Mr. Mulvey looking  down at me.  A hand brushing my hard nipple.  
"She needs a  washdown."  A leer of prurient lust on his face.  Then dropping 
the  sheet back in place with another squeeze of my nipple.  The overhead 
light  turned off and footsteps moving away and up the stairs.  The door 
closing  overhead.
    ..................................................................
    
    After long minutes, sitting up and  sliding the sheet down, shivering 
with the cold seeped deep into my body.   Feeling my cunt lips sticky with 
the oozing cum from my insides, as I swing my  legs over the side of the 
stainless steel cart.  My feet a soft sound as  they strike the floor.  Looking 
around and finding some wipes as I clean  the male cum from my face and lower 
body.  Swallowing the creamy sauce in  my mouth.  Then finding the neat 
pile of my clothing.  Stepping into  my skirt and pulling my blouse over my 
hard tipped breasts.  Then stepping  into the low heels.  Shivering as I 
balance in the cool antiseptic  room.  Then finding my hand bag.  Lifting my skirt 
and  wiping  between my legs one more time.  Seeing the other cart an the 
body lying on  it.  The sheet not able to hide the fact that it was occupied 
by a  woman.  Shivering again as I walk up the stairs and slip through the  
door.  Taking the narrow corridor to the front of the house and seeing a  
man appear at the front door as I approach.  Holding it open for me, Mr  
Mulvery wearing his three piece suit.  Handing me an envelope as I walk  onto the 
porch and down the wide steps.  Turning to see the door swing  closed as I 
look at the sign on the front lawn.  "Mulvey's Funeral  Parlor."   Tapping 
the envelope with the hundred dollar bills against  my thigh as I walk down 
the street to my car.   Amazed at the kink  that some will stoop to and how 
lucrative it can be for such as  me............................the only 
thought to disturb me as I shiver, "will  the girl on the cart be abused and used 
in her death as I was in my  life..........
    
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