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From: RavensDrkGothic@aol.com
Full-name: RavensDrkGothic
Subject: {ASSM} The Garage 
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Date: Wed, 30 Sep 2015 11:10:30 -0400
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The Garage
 
Well  if you didn't, figure it out, the  unlucky woman is on her way to be  
admired as an icon of worship.  Not. 
    The  man jerky in his movements, trying to drive quickly; but safely 
and still  appreciate the lack of resistance of his passenger.
    The  neck so soft and yielding, the column that  leads the fallings 
fingers to  the open necked blouse.  The first and second button open, and 
hinting at  the soft resilient flesh of her breasts.   Kneading at the silken  
covering and the half-bra that sort of hid the glories of the rounded orbs, 
the  man slowly, eased off of the highway and unto a clover leaf and then a 
few  short  blocks of streets.  Easing into a driveway, the man hits the  
remote and the door slow slides up, as the car eases into the garage.
    When  the door is closed the man, slides out of the driver seat and  
quickely  moves around the car to the passenger door.  Pulling the latch open 
the  woman, who had been leaning against the door slides into his waiting 
arm.   Reaching behind the seat, he undoes the knots on her wrists, and then 
lifting  under her arms, slowly pulls her out of the car. 
    Her  weight though light, dead with the unconscious of her limbs.  
Dragging her  over to the other side of  the garage, he draws a hook down from 
the  ceiling.  Quickly tieing her wrists together, he hooks her wrists in the 
 lowered rope and then draws it to the ceiling of the garage.  Being any  
taller, the  rope would have been useless with her height; but the short  
garage, was able to secure her wrists below the cross members.
    Head  lolling, the woman, hung wrists above her head, feet dragging on 
the  floor.  A few more tugs on the rope and the woman's toes, barely 
touched  the concrete of the garage. 
    Now  her body slowly swayed,  in the dull light of the  garage.  
Dressed in a  tan blouse and the black leather  skirt.  Head still lolling, as the 
man surveys the lovely piece of sweet  meat..  The leather hiding her upper 
thighs; but bunched above her lower  thighs.  The blouse still hiding her 
upper torso; but arms raised above her  head, accented the breasts, pushing 
at the delicate material of her  blouse.
    As the  woman dangles in the garage, the man circles and then unbuttons 
the skirt and  slowly pulls the zipper down.  The skirt slides lower on her 
waist and then  hangs there.  Reaching underneath, his fingers feel the 
softness of  the  thighs, as they drop the black thong to the floor, puddling 
at  the unconscious girls feet.  Reaching up again his fingers slowly undo 
the  buttons of the tan blouse.  Then pushing it aside, the fingers undo  the 
clasp between the cups of her bra.  The strapless undie falls  to the floor. 
 Breasts pop free and jiggle for a moment.
    The  woman, hanging from the rafter, the man cups the round soft flesh 
of the  unfettered boobs.  The nipples slowly hardening to the  caress of 
the  slim fingers.  A pinch or two and the eraser shaped  flesh, elongates 
hard and long in the night air. Goose bumps of flesh  around the nips.
    Pulling  at the soft material of the blouse, the arms of the silk slide 
up along the  biceps and then formarms.  A quick pull on the leather skirt 
and it  slid to the floor.  Almost naked, the subdued woman swings softly in 
 the glare of the bared bulbs of the garage.
    The  man softly caressubg the long line of thigh and the rounded hips 
and  cheeks.  Fingers grazing the soft white flesh of her taut belly and  the 
short neatly trimmed pubic hair.  Tracing along the dimly outlined slit  of 
her lips.  An hour or so, till the woman slowly comes  to  life.  As she 
slowly moved in the  glare of the light, the man,  dressed in black hood and 
tee and shorts, stands to greet the awakening  woman.  His hands now slowly 
stroking at the soft flesh of her neck  and then cupping the round orbs of 
her breasts.  Lifting the round  and  swelling flesh.  The nipples rolling 
between his fingers, a  soft moan issusing from the woman's lips.  Eyes now 
focusing on the mask, a  look of fear, and then the "O", as his fingers run 
along the ridge of her  womanhood.  The flesh now swelling and lubricating to 
the softly sawing  fingers.  Eyes glazing as the fingers sink one and then 
another, into the  soft moist heat of the aroused woman.  A soft "oh", as the 
finger  buries deep into the wet tunnel.  A longer "oohhhh" ad two fingers 
slide to  a knuckle and then another.  Deeper the fingers and then another 
joins  them.   Sawing into the swaying woman.  Toes barely touching the  cool 
concrete. 
    As  the man teeth, grasp an elongated nipple, the woman now pushs to 
the man,   her breast, trying to force itself into the suckling mouth.
    Walking  in a circle, fingers still buried in the woman, the man swings 
the woman with  his movement.  A soft expulsion of breath, as the fingers 
saw deeply into  the woman.  A long drawn out, OOOOhhhh", as the woman pushes 
her hips at  the intruding fingers.  The orgasm subsides, but the woman is 
jerking  again, as the man quickly  pushes his fingers into the hot pussy.   
After the second orgasm the woman sways gently in a slow circle.
    Lowering  the rope from the ceiling the woman drops to her knees, and 
then the man again  secures the womans wrists to the cross beam.
    Stepping  behind her, he spreads her legs and then kneeling, drops his 
pants and slowly  pushes into the woman.  His penis, pushs at the swollen 
flesh and then  between the lips.  Sinking into the moist tunnel, his cock 
swells and then  a ride of one slow stroke after another, till the hot seed 
pushes at his ball  sack.
    A  hard shove burying his mushroom head and then shaft, and quickly the 
hot seed  erupts into the dark tunnel.  Again and again and again, a flow 
of  fluid pushes deep into the woman.  A soft "ooffff" and the woman's lips  
contract and briefly squeeze the hard rod. 
    Kneeling  in the dull light of the garage, the man wonders whether to 
return the woman to  the parking lot and slide her into her car; or to enjoy 
the pleasures of this  woman, slack as now, or lively when she is free from 
the drug.
    
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