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Subject: {ASSM} Measuring Up
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Date: Sat, 14 Nov 2015 06:10:01 -0500
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Measuring Up (MF, Hard  Sex)
 
    Hazel eyes squeezed close, the  image of Fabio on the cover of his book 
Pirate filling my mind, raggedly  panting as my heels dig into the 
disarrayed bedding.  My long legs splayed  wide, hand working a veiny dildo between 
my swollen labia.  The sound of my  breathing and hissing competing with the 
wet suction of my slick walls as the  long thick dildo pulls from my 
opening.  My hips rocking up to meet the  thrusts of my hand, thighs tensing and 
relaxing as my right hand covers my  folds, and finger pads fly up and down 
over my raw and throbbing pearl.  My  scent wafting in the room.
    The fantasy so real as my lover  fucks me long and hard.  A sheen of 
moisture coating my body, in spite of  the coolness of the room air.  The 
trembling moving from my thighs to my  lower body, feeling the buildup of 
tension in my core.  My hard nipples  jiggling on the small mounds of my breasts, 
aching with sensation as my slick  fingers massage and press over and around 
my unhooded clit.
    "Dingdong.   Dingdong."  The sound not jiving with the sounds in my 
bedroom and my  fantasy.  Eyes opening wide, almost glazed as my mind works out 
the  disturbing sounds of the doorbell.  My body in freeze frame, thighs  
straining, my hand holding the dildo, half in and half out of my warm moist  
pussy.  My finger tapping the button, as I sit up and swing my legs over  
the side of my bed.  
    Finally registering the noise is  from my doorbell and then looking at 
the bedside clock and the digits 8:03  showing on the face.  "Fuck."  The 
word somewhere between muttered and  shouted as I pull the dildo out of my 
quivering puss and placing it on the  nightstand.  Reaching for my bathrobe, as 
the "dingdong, dingdong"  announces loudly that the salesman is at my front 
door.
    Belting the terrycloth robe  around my waist, the hem falling to my 
knees as I trot to the front  door.  Pulling it tight as I pull open the front 
door and see the man in  the glass of the storm door.  Biting my lower lip 
as I unlock that door and  hold it open for him to enter.
    All to aware of my undressed  nature, as I close the door behind him.  
Looking into the driveway and  seeing his van with the flooring company name 
on it.  Thinking I just let a  man into my house and not even asking who is 
was and why he was there.  The  cold air from outside swirling around my 
bare legs and feet, as I close the  front door.
    "Good morning Miss Rust, my name  is Ron.  We have an 8 appointment."  
Nodding my head as I wave him to  sit down.  "Sorry, I forgot about the 
time."
    "I would like to measure up the  rooms and then confirm your choices.  
Then I can give you a price and time  for installation."  Standing up arms 
wide.  "The living room and front  hall."  Then showing him the dining room 
and interior hallway,  closets.  Next the den and closet and finally the 
bedroom as I walk to the  windows and draw the drapes open. 
     Looking across the bed to  my night stand and seeing the dildo setting 
on its side.  The covers  disarrayed as I tug at them upward.  Watching his 
eyes moving to the  corners and across the room, taking in the dimensions 
with a practiced  look.  Opening the closet to show him the floor inside, as 
I brush past him  and discreetly pocket the dildo in my terrycloth robe.  
Thankful for the  deep pockets and feeling the moisture still coating the 
lifelike  dong.
    Heat filling my cheeks and I am  sure a red blush on my face, as I take 
a deep breath and so hoping he doesn't  make a joke or comment.  His tape 
measure crackling as he begins to take  his measurements in the bedroom.
    Looking at my clothes sitting on  a chair next to my bed.  The panties 
on top of the bra and then top and  jeans.  Another flush of embarrassment 
as I walk quickly to the kitchen and  reach into my pocket and shove the 
dildo into the silverware door.   Flipping the coffee maker on and so needing 
some coffee to relieve this morning  start.  Taking down a mug from a cabinet, 
as I lean against the  counter.  My stomach doing flip as I think of the 
man seeing my dildo, oh  he saw it, just didn't respond.  Additionally, a knot 
of sensation is deep  in my core as I squeeze my pouty lips together with 
my thighs.  My nipples  hard pebbles of ache under my robe.  The thought of 
grabbing that dildo and  finishing myself off in the kitchen a real if 
foolish thought.
    Looking up the hallway as Ron  crosses from the bedroom to the den and 
I can hear the metal sound of his  tape.  Then watching as he works his way 
down the interior hall opening and  closing closet and writing information 
on his diagram.  The coffee maker  now gurgling behind me.
    All to aware of my nakedness  under my robe with a strange man walking 
around my house.  And my mind  racing with one fantasy then the other.  
Driven by the unfulfilled need  between my legs.  My hands in the pockets of my 
robe as he does the dining  room and then silently moves to the living room 
and front hallway.  The  long slender digits pressing against my tummy and 
the roundness of my pubic  area.
    Eyes closing and opening as I  caress the soft flesh of my lower body 
with the cloth of my robe.  My  breath quickening as I lure myself into a 
fantasy and press and rub  harder.
    Coming alert with a sound of  movement and seeing Ron step around the 
doorway of the living room.  "Let  me just go back and quickly review my 
measurements and then we can sit down and  I will work up prices."  Nodding 
dumbly, guiltily as I pull my hands from  my pockets and fidget with a small 
tray and taking two mugs and filling them  with coffee.  Then grabbing the 
sugar bowl and filling a measuring cup with  half and half and a couple of 
spoons and napkins and taking them to the living  room.  
    Cleaning the low coffee table of  papers and setting the tray down and 
fixing my coffee as I take the carpet  samples from the dining and set them 
next to the coffee table.  Looking up  with a smile as Ron reappears.
    "Coffee?"  My hand  indicating the tray as he walks in and sits on the 
sofa.  "Yes,  Thanks."  His clip board set down beside him as I hand him a 
mug of black  coffee.  "Cream, sugar?"  Watching as he shakes his head.  Sips 
 some of the freshly brewed coffee and puts down his cup and picks up the 
clip  board.  
    His cell phone out and working  up rows of footage.  Sipping my coffee 
slowly as I sip across from  him.  Crossing my legs as I lean back, one hand 
automatically reaching to  cover my knees with the robe.  Again thinking 
how I am sitting across from  man I never met before in just my robe and 
nothing under it.  In spite of  the situation, feeling a bit of naughty pleasure 
as I watch him punching his  phone and writing down numbers.
    "Ease up with those  numbers.  I don't know how I will pay for it you 
go too high."   Watching him look up and smile and then back to his 
calculator on his  phone.
    Taking the moment to look at  Ron.  Maybe thirty, maybe a little 
younger.  Medium height and  build.  Dark blue button down shirt with a work logo 
over the pocket.   Khaki pants and work boots.  Just a normal looking "joe."
    Nice smile though, and those  deep blue eyes, sort of like Fabio's.  
Smiling, as I look at the short  brown hair, no comparison to Fabio's long 
shoulder length.
    The coffee sort of calming me,  at least taking the shake out of my 
hands.  Watching as Ron settles back  his clipboard in one hand coffee in the 
other.   "Are you ready for  this price?"
    A smile parting my wide lips as  I wet my lips and wait for the number. 
 "Take it easy, I might have to work  it out at your store if too high."  
Leaning forward, as I uncross my  legs.  Anticipating I don't know what cost. 
 
    His eyes watching the movement  of my legs.  Leaving them uncrossed and 
slightly parted as the robe opens  to just over my knees.  Holding it in 
place.  
    "Let me explain piecemeal the  different costs for the rooms and you 
can decide what you want to do."   Waving him to sit down as he stands and 
turns the clipboard to  me.
    Walking over to the sofa and  sitting next to him, both of us leaning 
forward as he goes over price,  installation and timing.  Then picking up the 
samples and explaining the  logistics of moving furniture to do one room 
and the other.  Will have to  be a multi-day project.
    Smelling some aftershave on him,  most likely Old Spice or something 
similar.  And then catching a whiff of  my own sent of the morning,  Eau the 
Horny Old Bitch.  Feeling a flush  of heat again in my cheeks as I press my 
thighs tight together, trying to trap  the give away fragrance.
    "Let me show you the look of one  color next to the other in the rooms. 
"  Taking the three color  samples and walking to the interior hallway.  
Feeling his knee  brushing mine as he steps past me.  Then following and 
flipping on the  lights in the different rooms.  Hallway, bedroom and den, the 
living room  and dining room being the same as the hallway.
    The sample are over foot wide  swaths of carpet and watching as he 
place them at the junction of the  rooms.  Kneeling down beside him as I look 
hard at the contracts of colors  and run my hand over the difference in weave. 
 
    Looking over to Ron and seeing  his eyes, looking down the opening of 
my robe.  Not that there is much to  see there; but feeling pleasure as I 
usually do when I know someone is wanting  to see my body.  I don't think it 
means we want to fuck the looker; but we  like that reinforcement that we have 
something that interests  another.
    The hand away from Ron, reaching  to my waist and loosening the belt a 
little as I pretend to look interestedly  from one color to the other, 
bedroom to hallway to den.  My hand caressing  the material as my robe falls open 
more with my movement.
    "Take you time and make sure  those are the colors you want."  Ron 
backing up a little to let me move on  all fours back and forth in front of him. 
 Extending one leg and exposing  more thigh and the robe below the waist 
slipping open further with each  movement.
    Wondering, as my ass wiggle  imperceptibly under the cloth, what affect 
I might be having on him.   Finally pushing myself to my knees and turning 
to him.  Eyes catching the  bulge in his khakis as I look up to him.  
Sitting back on my thighs, the  vee of my chest open wide on the robe and the hems 
of my robe spilling to the  sides of my thighs.
    Taking a deep breath as we are  in "freeze frame."  Then licking my 
lips, as I reach forward and brush his  bulge.
    Looking up again as my fingers  trace the impression in his trousers.  
"This is awkward,"  my voice  sounding small and tentative, my heart beating 
hard in my chest.  Then my  fingers reaching to his fly as he has not 
moved.  Eyes still on his as my  fingers grasp the tab of his zipper and pull it 
down with a slow whisk of  sound.
    My hand trembling as I reach in  and find the bulge a warm and pulsing 
cock as my fingers grasp it and pull it  through the opening of his pants.  
My eyes dropping to look at the captive  prick as my body leans forward and 
tongue tip touches the soft velvety  head.
    Hearing a gasp, not sure if from  me or him as my tongue swirls around 
the mushroom cap and then kisses the tip  with my lips.  Ron opening his 
stance as he reaches down and touches my  hair.  My other hand fumbling with 
his belt and button with his assistance  and then pulling away to slip his 
trousers and shorts to puddle around his  ankles.
    The musk and warmth of his  confined genitals filling my senses, as I 
cup his testicles and hold them in my  free hand, as I return my lips to the 
fat knob.  My other hand stroking  gently along the soft skin coating the 
steely core of engorged flesh.   Pressing his shaft against his abs and 
licking from base to the small slit at  the top of his cock.  Feeling it pulsing 
in my fingers.  The ball sack  moving in my palm.
    My own body reacting quickly, as  I squeeze my thighs tight on my 
swollen pussy lips.  Rocking on my knees,  grinding the fat labia against each 
other, as I feel the wetness coating my  walls escaping to my cunt lips.
    Thankful that he hasn't spoken  as I worship his cock with mouth and 
lips and tongue and hands.  Feeling  the jerk of his hips as I pull the head 
down again and press my lips around the  crown.  Feeling it stretch my wide 
lips and then sealing them around the  shaft, as my tongue whips the flared 
head with a series of strokes.  Then  lifting up from the back of my legs and 
forcing my head down on the shaft.   Ron reaching to the walls and bracing 
himself as my head slowly sinks deeper on  his shaft.  The coarse public 
hair now tickling my nose.  My one hand  strokes his cock base as my other is 
now rolling his balls in my fingers as they  curl up to squeeze the delicat 
orbs.
    His hips now rocking forward and  back forcing his cock deeper and then 
feeling his hand in my hair, fingers  curling it and then pulling my head 
onto his shaft and pubes.  Holding my  mouth deep, as I gag and choke.  
Spittle slipping from the corners of my  lips as I release his balls and shaft 
and grasp his thighs, trying to pull my  mouth and throat off his his knob.  
    His hand now moving my head to  his rhythm, forcing it down as his hips 
snap forward.  Trying to breathe as  he holds me down to the base of his 
cock, my nostrils mashed into his  groin.  Tears and snot, saliva and a sheen 
of sweaty fear coating my  face.
    My attempt to give him some  lovely head, now turned to a skull fuck as 
I gasp and choke.  My throat  brusing as the blunt tip spreads and plugs it 
and holds it closed.  Then  pulling back as my body screams for oxygen.  
Panting as I pull hard  gulps of air into my burning lungs.  My upper body 
trembling with the  exertion.  My lower body reacting; but in a different way, 
as my cunt  spasms in a quick violent orgasm.
    My mind bursting with sensation,  as finally Ron, pulls me off of his 
cock and laughs as he looks down at  me.  My face sticky and coated with 
various bodily fluids as I continue to  tremble and gasp, my hands going to my 
throat to ease the  burning.
    Long hard pants, as I try to  breathe in oxygen.  His hands lifting my 
head to look into his face.   His pleasant smile, now an evil grin.  His 
hard cock still slapping against  my face, as I take deep breaths.  Feeling the 
stickiness of my cunt lips  and thighs as I raise up with each inhalation.
    "You like that don't you?   I can smell you nasty cunt.  I could smell 
it when I came into your  house.  Horny bitch wanting to me.  Was that you 
plan.  Your  nasty dildo laying conveniently on your night table.  Your 
middle age body  hidden; but so easily exposed. Needy slut, aren't you?"
    Hearing his words in my ears, as  my cheeks burn with humiliation to 
match the redness of my face.  Sitting  back on my legs, hands on my lap as I 
look up.  Realizing I have again  found a man who will take what he wants 
and leave me what is  left.
    Watching as he bends over and  pushes my mostly open robe off of my 
shoulders, to expose the small mounds of my  breasts and the hard aching nubs 
of my nipples.  His fingers finding the  long thick tips and rolls them 
slowly as his hands caress the soft swells of  flesh.
    A soft moan from my sore  throat.  Then a scream of pain has his 
fingers bite into the hard nipples  with an unrelenting pressure.  His hand 
tugging them forward and up.   Actually lifting me an inch or two from the floor, 
before releasing them.   My hand reaching to the abused nipples, feeling the 
pain and pleasure rioting in  the hard nubs.
    The small confines of the  hallway, echoing my sounds of pain and moans 
of needs.  The first hard slap  across my left breast then my right one, 
shaking my body, as the pain and  pleasure move to my head and my core.  My 
cunt squeezing as my ass tightens  and lifts.
    "Hands at your sides."  His  voice loud, commanding.  My hands moving 
to my sides, twitching as I bite  my lower lips  to hold back more screams of 
pain, as his hands administer a  series of hard slaps to the sloping mounds 
of my breasts.  My stomach and  abs contracting as I feel another  ripple 
inside of my body.
    Tears coursing down my cheeks  and a sheen of sweat coating my naked 
body.  His hands reaching to my  nipples again and this time pulling me up 
slowly to stand in front of him.   My body trembling as I look into his eyes.
    Not seeing the hand moving to  grab my swollen cunt lips.  Squeezing 
them hard and twisting as I reach for  the walls to brace myself.  "Hands at 
your sides cunt."  His hand open  slapping my pubes, mashing them in a wet 
sound of contat.
    Eyes going wide as I look at  him.  Feeling his fingers taking my cunt 
and fingering my folds; before  inserting two into the wet opening.  Hooking 
them up and lifting my body to  my tip toes as I raise up.  His thumb 
rubbing over the small throbbling  button of my pearl.  Leaning back against the 
wall with my head and upper  back as I rock forward with my impaled cunt and 
hips.  His fingers mostly  brutal as they mash my clit between the fingers 
inside and out.
    My hands quivering as my sides  as I try to hold them in place.  Eyes 
closing as I hiss and pant and then a  loud groan as his fingers slip from my 
cunt.
    "Turn around and lean forward,  legs spread wide."  Turning quickly 
hands finding the wall and palms flat,  leaning forward.  Legs wide and feeling 
a tremor in my  thighs.
    Nothing subtle as he thrusts  forward and spears my cunt lips from 
behind.  His cock spreading and taking  my pussy in one hard thrust.  His groin 
pressed against my ass cheeks  flattening as he holds his cock deep inside 
of me and I swear he is pulsing  against my walls.
    Eyes closing as I hear his  grunts and my moans as he takes each stroke 
hard and deep.  Pulling out  till just his head is filling my opening, then 
thrust with a hard wet slap of  flesh to bury in my cunt again.  Feeling 
the strain in my calves and thighs  as I rock on my toes.  Breasts dangling 
from my chest.  Nipples  jiggling enticingly from the gravity pulled mounds.
    My head pounding with pressure,  as I rock back into Ron's cock.  Eyes 
fluttering as it ripples along the  walls of my cunt and the satisfying 
joining of flesh as my ass cheek mash into  his groin.  My breathing ragged as 
my insides roil and my cunt contracts on  his cock.  Milking at the hard 
shaft as an orgasm again takes possession of  my body.  Upper body shaking in 
spastic movements.  Grunts of pleasure  and need now words as my filthy mouth 
begs to be fucked harder, deeper, treated  like a slut.
    Whimpering between words as his  hands reach underneath me, one 
grabbing my left nipple, the other slapping  against the bare flesh of my folds, 
stinging my clit with his open handed  slaps.  My walls squeezing his prick, 
ass cheeks dimpling as I hold my cunt  tight around his cock and then squeeze 
a little more.  
    Spittle spraying from my mouth  onto the wall and floor, as my muscles 
tense as if given an electric  shock.  Sweat beading under my hair and 
forehead, dripping down from my  armpits and down the crack of my ass.  My nipple 
stinging and sore from the  rough use of his fingers on the sensitive tip.  
The thick tip crushed  beneath his hard fingers.  My head pulled back and 
staring at the ceiling  as my back arches from his hand shifting from my clit 
to my hair.
    Screaming like a banshee, as I  feel his cock swelling in my cunt and 
his thrusts losing some of there rhythm,  knowing he is spraying his seed 
against the walls of my cunt and womb.  His  hand jerking my head with each 
spurt of man creme.  Then feeling his body  weld to mine as he rocks on his 
heels, emptying his balls into my  pussy.
    My cunt contracting hard one  more time, the waves quick and hard 
twisting my insides and caressing his  meaty prick.  
    The hard slap on my ass cheek as  he pulls free, not registering right 
away, to come in a few seconds with a hard  sting and warmth.  As his hand 
release my hair and nipple, and his cock  slips free of my cunt, my knees 
give out and I slip to the floor.  Half  sitting laying in the corner, my body 
still trembling with sensation.   Feeling the bruised lips of my cunt 
swollen; but leaking the stringy  seed.
    Panting as I hug my arms across  my chest, curling into a fetal 
position on the floor as my thoughts have flown  from my brain and all I feel is a 
tiredness and pleasing soreness to my  body.  Eyes heavy lidded, as I look 
down unfocused at the floor.   Giggling as one hand rubs over the carpet 
pressing against my sodden ass cheeks,  as a puddle of sperm forms on the carpet.
    Raising my head to look up at  Ron,  seeing his smile and semi limp 
cock, hanging from his groin.   Pushing myself up on my knees with effort and 
tenderly reaching for his  penis.  Taking it in my mouth and as my fingers 
surround the base and  stroke up, my lips suckle the head and nurse the last 
few drops from the small  slit.
    The smell of raw sex strong in  the hallway as I push myself up to the 
wall and stand on wobbly feet.   Looking around for my robe and pull that 
over the aching tissue of my nipples  and hiding the red bruised lip of my 
labia.
    Steadying myself as I walk  slowly down the hallway to the living room 
and finding Ron, now sitting on my  soft, his pants pulled up and zipped.  
His clipboard across his lap and a  pen tapping against it in his hand.
    "Well, are you ready to  sign."  His voice sounding normal, so normal 
that I break out in hysterical  laugher.  Sitting on the couch next to him 
and not even looking at the  paper, just signing on the dotted line.  "Good 
girl, I will get with you  and we will set up an installation date.  And I may 
just come back to check  my measurements.  
    "Oh,"  his hand reaching  into my robe and tweaking a nipple, "I won't 
charge to extra for the special  service."  His laugher in my ear, as I jerk 
as he pinches the sore tissue  of my hard nipple.
    Sitting there as he takes his  samples, and leaves me a copy of the 
contract.  "I will be in contact for a  down payment, when you are better able 
to write me a check."
    Watching as he lets himself out  of the front door.  Laying back so 
thoroughly wiped out from the  encounter.  Dozing  till I hear the steady 
"brrrrrrrrringggggg" of my  alarm clock.  Reaching for the button and turning it 
off as I look at the  time on the ceiling.  
    Seven AM.  Feeling the  fullness of my labia and the hard diamond like 
points of pleasure of my nipples,  as my arm drags over them.  Slipping my 
bare legs over the side of the bed  and smelling my arousal as I push myself 
to my feet.  Thinking to myself,  "what a fucking dream."  Looking at my 
dildo on the nightstand, then the  disarray of my covers.  "Gawd, that felt so 
real."
    Standing and finding myself, so  unsatisfied physically and 
emotionally.  Wondering if a quick shower will  relieve my ache.  First turning on the 
coffee and then taking a quick  shower, with a little teasing.  Having 
decided that I would keep myself on  edge till after my meeting with the carpet 
man this morning.  
    Reaching into my dresser and  pulling out a flimsy negligee and 
throwing it crumpled on the bed, after rubbing  it between my legs.  Then putting 
my terrycloth robe in my closet and  pulling out a mid thigh satin one.  
Sitting down on the side of my bed and  using my dildo edging my need.  Barely 
able to wait for my appointment to  show up..............
    
    
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