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Subject: {ASSM} The Come N Dump Inn 4
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The Come N Dump Inn 4
 
  Laying  back on the frame as Master Stephen  wipes my face with a wet 
cloth.   Not aware of  his removal of the straps and ball gag.  Floating in a  
sea of serene well being.  My body separated from my mind and emotions at  
the present.  Eyes unfocused and staring as my body continues to spasm  and 
quiver in lessening movements.  Just barely registering the throbbing  of my 
breasts and the pins and needles as the blood flow is restored.  
Spared the concluding use of my  body for the lust of those present, but in 
reality, I would not know if I was  being used or not.   The almost tender 
ministrations of Master Stephen  so "not him" as he brings me back slowly to 
reality.  The euphoric state of  the endorphin rush over and now the dull 
aching and pain of the past few hours,  alive and dancing in my mind.
    Feeling him lift me into his  arms effortlessly and carry me to the 
office/storage room.  Setting me down  in a leather sofa.  Using wipes to clean 
the nasty scum from my face, as I  sit listlessly, letting him tend to my 
body.  A couple of aspirin and a  glass of water, choking as I swallow 
greedily.  Then his fingers working  the muscles of my shoulders and kneading the 
knots of tight muscles from my  legs.
    Sitting and watching him, as I  can now feel my body aching and sore 
from his savage strokes.  Musing as I  think that the thin willow and birch 
branches whipping my body, was so much  harsher then the feel of a leather 
whip on it.  Pushing myself up from the  sofa and unsteadily weaving to the 
small bathroom and shower stall.   Stephen guiding me protectively, as I wait 
for him to set the temperature.   Stepping in and leaning against the shower 
as the tepid water and then  warmer water washes over my ravaged body.  
Raising my head to the stinging  pellets of hot water, feeling it soothing as it 
opens the pores of my face, then  the tingle as I lean back and feel the 
water stinging my breasts and lower body  and legs.  Standing as Stephen steps 
into the shower, naked and uses soap  to work over the red and welted 
flesh.  Moaning and groaning as his soft  touch, finds a particularly sore spot.  
The shower front and back a slow  rejuvenating process. 
    Feeling in a mostly torpid state  as he towels me off, the raised 
material of the towel, causing my body to shiver  with sensation and, knowing 
that my insides are quivering with a release of  moisture and a small quick 
orgasm.  Wanting to lay down and sleep, but  feeling and mixture of aloe and 
vitamin E and who knows what else, being rubbed  onto my body.  Looking down 
and seeing that the skin is already mottling to  settle into black and blue 
and yellow patches.  My ass cheeks and the back  of my upper thighs, 
particularly raw.  And a dull throbbing as I put weigh  on the soles of my feet.  At 
least my body is moving okay, even if it is in  slow motion.  Tomorrow most 
likely the pain and aches will be more  pronounced, but tonight, or is it 
morning now, I can handle the dull throbbing  and heat of my flesh.
    Oiled up nicely, and put to bed  like a young girl, Stephen fussing 
over me and covering me with a soft light  weight blanket.  Not trying to 
remember the evening and night, just  clearing my mind and trying on to focus on 
the painful whisperings of my body as  I fall into a deep needful sleep.  
Moans issuing from my lips as my body  twists and turns, but a sleep that will 
restore some of my  strength.
    The morning sun blinding my eyes  for a moment as I awake to full 
daylight and an old and battered body.   Moving the blanket with a series of 
moans and groans and then pushing myself to  my feet and finding more aspirin 
and a bottle of room temperature water to wash  them down an partially assuage 
the dry thirst of my body. Walking stiffly into  the bathroom and relieving 
myself and then looking into the mirror over the wash  basin.  Shaking my 
head as I look at the bruises and welts covering my  body, almost from head 
to toe, front and back.  The only exclusion being my  back.  Chuckling 
softly, that is the place you would think a person would  be whipped.  My stomach 
growling as I try not to think on the multicolored  skin tone I am wearing 
this morning. 
    Nothing seems to be broken or  ripped and only a little minor breaking 
of skin on some of the welts.   Cupping my breasts gingerly, as I look down 
at the mottle skin of the small  mounds and the still hard nipples, aching 
with just a brush of my arm across  them.
    Rummaging in a file cabinet and  finding a bottle of Crown Royal, 
pouring myself a healthy  four fingers of  the whiskey and sipping it and feeling 
the burn as it slides down my  throat.  The aspirin and alcohol, my 
solution to the pain I allow myself to  be subject to and the humiliation that I 
endure.  Not wanting to think as  my fingers touch the pouty and slightly 
bruised lips of my labia.  Making a  note to ask Stephen how many men used me. 
    Finding that is almost noontime  as I dress in my leather skirt and 
vest and boots.  My muscles crying out  as I climb the stairs to the Main Room 
and sit at the bar and order a double  scotch and some bacon and eggs.  
Early in the day for a crowd even if it is  a Saturday.  Taking my scotch and 
eggs and bacon and mug of coffee and  sitting at a booth in a corner.  Not 
really feeling pretty or sexy this  morning.  My stomach growling again as I 
wolf the bacon and eggs  down.  Feeling  like I have the munchies this 
morning.  Well  actually last night's scene does give me the munchies.  Make me 
hungry and  sleepy.
    As I push stand and take my  plate and mug back to the bar for a refill 
of coffee, I wave to a few people I  recognize.  And in spite of the hard 
use last night, put a little wiggle  into my steps, shaking my sufficient 
booty as I walk back to my booth.   Only thinking now how my hair hasn't been 
combed and I haven't really looked in  a mirror at my face this morning, just 
my body and that made me  cringe.
    Feeling a panic attach as an  older guy walks over to my booth and 
starts talking to me.  Not sure what a  sight I might be; but seeing he is 
interested.  Inviting him to sit down in  my booth and seeing he isn't wasting 
any time, as he turns to kiss my lips and  his hand drops to my thigh.  
Letting him kiss my closed lips as his fingers  squeeze the warm flesh of my inner 
thigh, his hand sliding higher and bolder  with each moment.  My eyes 
fluttering as his hand touches the puffy lips of  my cunt through my panties.  
Moaning into his mouth, my tongue top  fluttering against his thick tongue.  
My thighs spreading open as his  fingers rub along the valley of my slit.  My 
hips rocking gently on his  fingers as I feel his other hand move to my 
vest and the single button.   Moaning as he slips his hand under the leather 
and touches a hard nipple.   The moan part pleasure and part pain, as the nub 
is still extremely  sore.
    My eyes looking into his as I  break the kiss with a throaty moan.  
"What are you looking for?"  My  thighs clamping to hold his hand against the 
fat lips of my pussy as I wait for  his reply.  His fingers still teasing my 
nipple, my body shuddering at the  sensitivity of the thick swollen nub.  
Laying back in the booth as his  fingers try to rub my cunt, his other hand 
teasing my small breast and  nipple.  My chest rising and falling rapidly, 
finding myself aroused and  knowing my pussy is wet and greasy; but deciding 
that no matter how excited I  am, I need to be paid.
    "Well."  The word soft  whispered.  "Tell me what you need."  My smile 
wreathing my  face.  Waiting a few seconds longer, then reaching to my chest 
and thighs  and gripping his wrists firmly and placing his hands on the 
table.  One of  my hands falling to his lap and squeezing the outline of his 
hard shaft beneath  his clothing.  A squeeze, then another, feeling his body 
jerk as well as  his cock pulse.  Cocking my head to the side, as my fingers 
find his fly  and work his hard on out of his jeans.  The mushroom head a 
dark angry  red.  His shaft warm and hard.  Running my thumb nail along the 
thick  vein on the underside of his cock. Tracing it to the underside of his 
umbrella  like gland, then pressing the nail into the flesh.  Hearing his 
groan his  hand reaching to mine and squeezing my fingers over his shaft.  
Directing  my fingers to jerk up and down his shaft, which I allow as I feel it 
swelling  more.  And then when I know he so needs to have completion, 
slipping my  fingers back to my glass of scotch.  Sipping it as I watch the look 
of  surprise in his face.  "Yes, my friend you do have quite a cock their, 
and  I bet you are good at jacking it off without my help."
    If you want me to help, you will  have to leave me money for another 
drink and money for a nice tip for the bar  maid, who happens to be me at the 
moment.  Watching as he shoves fingers  into his pants pocket and pulls out 
a crumbled wad of bills.  Straightening  them out, as my hand slips under 
the table again and the long slender fingers  circle the warm girth of his 
cock.  Hearing him gasping as the finger  squeeze and release.  "Depends on the 
service of course, what the cost of a  tip will be."  Letting that sink in 
and waiting as he pushes twenty  dollars to me on the table.  My fingers 
still moving up and down his  shaft.  "What do you think that will buy you?"
    "Some head."  his words  greeted by a shake of my head.  Looking at him 
and realizing that he  probably doesn't have much more then in his hand, 
and seeing a wedding ring on  his finger, most likely doesn't get much if he 
is trying to pick me  up. 
    "I bet twenty can get you some  head from some prostitutes.  But most 
might give you a hand job for  that.  Now fifty would more likely get you 
some head and one hundred might  get you a good fuck, if you were to approach a 
whore.  But I think fifty  would get you that today."
    Watching as he slips another  twenty and a ten on the twenty in front 
of me.  Smiling at him as my hand  grips his cock and slips it back into his 
pants. " Let me order myself a  drink at the bar and then we can go to the 
restrooms, I think we both need  that."
    Sliding out of the booth with  the older man, my hand firmly grasped in 
his and leading him to the bar,  ordering another double scotch and then 
continuing to the restrooms.   Pushing the door to the Ladies room open and 
scanning the room and stalls  quickly.  Then pulling the man into the stark 
white room and to the last  stall.  Pushing the door open and closing the 
seat, then undoing the man's  pants and underwear, and easing him onto the 
closed commode lid.  Kneeling  down on the cool tile floor and touching my lips 
to his hard and leaking cock  head.  Tongue swirling around the fat knob, 
then opening my mouth and  taking the head into my warm cavity.  Working my 
mouth slowly down the  length of his cock till my nose is brushing his smelly 
pubic hair.  Then  pulling back slowly.  Cheeks sucking at his cock and 
tongue laving it in  slow even strokes.  One hand cradling his hairy nut sack and 
rolling the  balls with my fingers.  Hearing his loud groan, and looking 
up, seeing him  leaning back eyes closed.  Yes, I will make his day and fairly 
 cheaply.
    Gauging his responses  professionally and backing off of his cock and 
releasing it from my mouth.   Knowing he will not last much longer in my 
mouth.  Releasing his ball sack  and leaning over to kiss his lips.  Feeling the 
warmth of his wet cock  brushing my knee as I sweetly kiss his lips, not 
touching his cock.   Letting him calm down for a minute, and then smiling as I 
lift my skirt up over  my hips and bunch it around my waist.  Tugging my 
panty crotch panel to the  side and exposing the fullness of my wet slit.  
Standing over him as I  crouch and rub the wet cunt lips on his cock.  Feeling 
him jerk up to my  pussy as he groans loudly.  Then working to stand 
straddling him and slowly  crouching to sit on his legs and his needy cock.  Facing 
him as my wet  velvety walls sheath him inside of my body.  Giving his cock 
a welcoming  squeeze and just sitting on his lap for a few moments.  
"Shhhh.  Stay  still big boy.  I don't want you coming too quickly."  Feeling the  
tension in his thighs as he tries to refrain from pumping his hips.   
Opening my vest and letting him suckle my hard nibbles as I wait, impaled on his  
cock.  My eyes slitting as his teeth bite not gently on the hard  nubs.  
Moaning and involuntarily squeezing his cock with my cunt in  response.  
Knowing that I am not going to get relief, as I can feel the  tension in his body 
beneath me.  Flexing my long legs and riding up and  down on his cock with 
my wet slippery hole.  Watching his face and knowing  that he is soon to be 
coming.   Watching the bulging of the veins in  his neck as he tries to hold 
back.  The sudden, "oh fuck".  A dead  giveaway, as I feel his hips jerk 
and then again, his body pumping into my cunt,  shooting round after round of 
cream against my molten walls.  My walls  kegeling on his cock now, working 
it with my practiced muscles, miking him of  load of seed.  His hands 
digging into my back as he holds me down on his  cock.  My walls holding his cock 
tightly inside of me and then finally  relaxing.  Feeling it slipping slowly 
out of my slick cunt to droop on the  lid of the toilet seat.
    Leaning to kiss his lips as I  sit on his thighs, his cream slipping 
from my mushy cunt lips and puddling on  the white plastic seat.  Moving off 
of him and kneeling once more on the  nasty cool tiles.  Taking his cock in 
my mouth and sucking the male  nipple.  Cleaning the pee hole of the last 
drop of seed and then licking  around the head and shaft, tasting my cunt juice 
and his sperm,  then  sliding him back on the seat and licking between his 
legs, cleaning his balls  and sack and the puddle of cream on the seat.  A 
soft kiss on the tip of  his cock and a smile.  Thank you for the drink.  
Standing up and  adjusting my panties and then my skirt down, Stepping to the 
mirror to check  myself out.  Watching as he slips out of the stall and into 
the  corridor.  Thinking he probably has never been in a Ladies room before 
and  definitely never fucked in one.
    Feeling more of his cum leaking  into my panties as I walk back to the 
bar area and pick up my drink.   Popping a couple more aspirins to take the 
edge off and washing it down with the  scotch.  Finding my overnight bag and 
bringing it back down to the basement  and the office room.  Another long 
warm stinging shower and feeling drowsy  again and laying down to nap again.  
Waking to the prodding of Master  Stephen pinching a nipple.  Screaming 
hysterically, thinking I am reliving  the previous night.  Hearing his deep 
laughter as he releases the bruised  flesh.  Gulping deep breaths, as my body 
breaks out in a cold sweat and  then cursing him for being an ass.
    My tank top and running shorts,  my in between outfit.  Nipples still 
hard; but really they rarely are soft  and flat since nursing my daughter.   
They are sorer then when I  was nursing, wishing I had some ointment to ease 
the steady  ache. 
    Taking a cup of Dunkin Donuts  coffee from him and nibbling on a French 
Kruller and some hash browns.   "Thanks."  At least he takes care of my 
stomachs needs as well as he takes  care of my pussy's needs.
    "Are you up for some work  tonight?"  Looking at him as I sip more 
coffee, trying to decide if another  session is worth the money.  My body is not 
pretty at the moment, lifting  my top and legs of my shorts to pointedly 
show him that sexy multicolor  look.  "Brianna has dealt with as much as you 
did last night and was able  to work the next day."  His statement, most 
likely true.
    "Let's see, first Brianna is you  submissive and she would do any 
fucking thing for you.  And, second she is  half my fucking age.  Her body is 
still young and resilient and doesn't  bruise as easily as mine."  Looking at 
him with a little pissed off anger,  then lowering my voice and 
conversationally, "I don't know if I can handle  another session like last night, 
physically or emotionally.  It's the  truth.  I was close to giving you my Safeword 
or Safesign."
    "You did worry me a little last  night Raven.  You passed out and then 
totally disappeared into "sub space"  at the very end."  I wouldn't have a 
demonstration like last night, I have  something less S and M and more of a 
sexual nature for tonight.  That would  give your body, well most of it a 
chance to recover.  Certain parts would  need to be addressed; but not to the 
extend they were yesterday."  Letting  me digest these words.  Seeing the 
conflict as I try to decide.  "You  would be helping me out big time Raven.  I 
will give you 25% of my take  plus your usual fees for hours and sex.  
Brianna should be ready for the  next BDSM weekend.
    Trying to figure out what the  25% might be worth, as I weigh my 
options.  The Glory Hole rooms would be  possibilities for me, with my sore 
bruised body; but it don't pay near as much  as working with Stephen.  "What are 
your plans for this evening?  What  might I expect?"
    "Well, I was thinking on the  stocks, maybe some light flogging and 
possibly a good finale.  Maybe  some other stuff depending on what the crowd is 
feeling.
    "You really want to change me  from a whore into a BDSM/kink freak 
don't you?"  Not waiting for his  answer.  "Okay. As long as I don't feel any 
worse then now."  Sitting  back to finish my DD snack and coffee.
    Another warm shower in the early  afternoon and more ointment on the 
bruising areas and I feel almost like a 60  year old must feel after being 
dragged by a horse for a mile.  Slipping on  my tank top and running shorts and 
circulating out to the bar to get me some  courage.  Seeing Johnny and an 
open seat at the end of the bar.   Slipping onto it and motioning for a drink 
to him as he works the other  end.  Spinning slowly on my stool, side to 
sides checking out  the mostly filled bar area.  Watching as a country band is 
 setting up. 
    "Hey, I hear you were something  last night."  Turning to see Johnny 
and my double scotch, setting it on a  coaster and setting up a token for 
another drink next to it.  His finger  jerking to point out the man who bought 
it.  "An admirer from the  dungeon.  He says you look pretty good for the 
beating you  took."
    "Gee.  That is a compliment  to wins a girls heart."  Laughing with 
Johnny as I nod to the man.   "Don't recognize him; but Stephen had me pretty 
much unable to concentrate on  the audience.  He had me pretty fucked up last 
night."
    "I heard that he gave you a rest  break to pull yourself together.  One 
where he had a number of men fuck you  while you were out of it.  That 
sounds like a fun thing."  Not sure if  his words were in sympathy or just 
sarcasm and chasticement.
    "I meant to ask him how many he  allowed, but it slipped my mind.  I am 
sure you wouldn't want any of this  old slut last night.  Sloppy who knows 
what 3rd, 5th or 10th.  Hey,  how bad do I look?"  Slipping from my stool 
and turning around  slowly.  Then taking a sip of scotch while I wait for his  
appraisal.
    "Well your legs and body would  look great in the shadows, but not sure 
that black and blue red and mottled  yellow are good colors for attracting 
men.  Maybe a chameleon  might  want a piece of your action."  His laugh, 
not thrilling, but I know his  estimate is honest.
    Continuing to peruse the room as  Johnny works his way around the bar 
again.  The crowd double and triple  deep as they stock up for the band to 
start.  Watching as my drink  benefactor works his way and courage up to come 
around to me.  Lifting the  drink to him in a toast of thanks as he sets his 
beer down as he leans sideways  against the bar.  His body pressing against 
my legs as the crowd jostles to  belly up to the bar. 
    "Hi, I am Jack.  You were,  hot last night.  You must be sore today."  
His hand dropping to my  bare thigh, gently touching the welts still raised 
on the skin.  Sipping  and watching as his hand slides further up the thigh. 
    Deciding as I sit to see what is  on his mind and uncrossing my legs, 
letting them open as I hook them in the rung  of my stool.  This movement 
seeming to be all the encouragement he needed  as his hand moves higher and 
slips inside my thigh, to slip under the loose leg  of my running shorts.  
Taking a soft breath as I feel the back of his  fingers brushing my pouty labia. 
 Letting him play his hand or show his  cards, as rubs with the back of his 
hand against my lips.  Most likely with  the crowd, no one is watching this 
little tableau play out.  Slipping to  the edge of my seat and jutting my 
meaty mound off the edge, legs sliping  further open, allowing him to wedge 
between them as he grinds his crotch against  my legs, his hand still between 
us.  Setting down my drink and leaning and  kissing his lips.  Tongue 
tracing over them, wetting them as my tongue tip  prods at them.  Slipping it 
into his mouth and curling the end to tease  him.  Being rewarded with a sharp 
intake of breath and almost a spastic  fumbling of his hand at the pantleg 
of my panties.  My eyes sparkling,  knowing that I have him now on my hook.  
The question now being, what is it  I want from him. 
    Feeling lazy and comfortable,  deciding on the easiest solution.  
Breaking the kiss as I use my legs to  tilt my pelvic up, feeling his fingers 
touching the warm folds of fatty tissue  of my sensitive cunt lips.  Eyes 
closing as his finger tip slips between  them, finding the wetness of my walls 
greasing his finger tip.  Then  clamping his hand, and stopping further 
intrusion.
    "Thanks for the drink  stud.  Did you like what you saw last night?  
Seeing his adams apple  bob in his throat.  Another squeeze of my legs on his 
intrusive finger and  hand.  Leaning into him and running my hand along his 
bulge.  His  cargo pants quite obviously showing his attraction or is it 
excitement.   Tracing my fingers along the bulge, and then finding the knob, 
opening his fly  to slip my hand into his pants.  Watching his eyes as my 
fingers touch the  soft warmth of his engorged cock.  Circling it and sliding my 
fingers up  and down the girth.  Not a bad size prick.  My thighs still 
holding  his hand, as his finger moves just inside the entrance to my pussy.   
Letting him have that little gain, as I work him up slowly.  Then removing  
my hand.  Waiting a few seconds.  "I would love another drink  Jack."  My 
thighs relax and let him wiggle his finger a little  deeper.  Then clamping it 
again.  Jack waving a hand to get Johnnies  attention.  And finally 
indicating another round.  As he brings the  drinks, I lick the tip of my index 
finger and then slip it into his pants.   Drawing the wet pad and nail slowly 
down the length of his cock, tracing the  thick cum vein.
    Leaning to whisper in his ear,  "give the bartender a nice tip please." 
 Tapping his cock with my finger as  I give a nibble on his earlobe.  
Watching as he reaches into his pocket and  gives Johnny an extra five then 
another and then a ten as  my fingers  encircle his swollen shaft again.  Johhny 
nodding a thanks to the man,  knowing that he understanding what happened.  
We have done this  before.  I scratch Johnny, Johnny scratches and helps me.
    Sipping my first drink as I look  around, my nimble long slender 
fingers, working the man's cock into an extreme  state of arousal.  Building it up 
and then squeezing to stop his orgasm and  then working his cock one more 
time and then another.  Almost feeling sorry  for him as I work him up; but 
knowing that he will appreciate my  attention'
    Reaching down to my lap and  spreading my thighs, taking his hand and 
moving it up and down the inside of my  slit.  Directly his hand with mine 
and dipping it into my cunt, the rubbing  the lips again, as I continue to 
stroke his cock.  Smiling at him as I slip  his hand from between my legs and 
raise his hand to his mouth.  "Suck them  nice and slow."  Slipping from my 
stool and sliding his cock out of his  pants.  Blowing warm air across the 
open and leaking pee slit, and then  touching my tongue to the velvety head,  
Wetting it as I lick the precum  from the weeping hole.  Then forming my 
lips in an "O" and sucking as the  gland.  Tongue flicking back and forth as my 
cheeks suckle and my lips open  more and take the head into my mouth.   My 
fingers tigthening and  stroke up and down the shaft.  Thumb nail pressing 
the cum  slit. 
    Knowing the moment he loses  control and stopping my movement, feeling 
his hips jerking and spurting his seed  up the shaft.  Tasting the thick 
glob of creamy goo, then another jerk of  his hips and another eruption of cum. 
 Fingers slipping into his pants and  squeezing his nut sack, pressuring as 
I feel the third load of sperm rifle into  my mouth, coating the top of my 
mouth and then slipping to slide down my  throat.  The fourth one weak and 
then my fingers tesing up the shaft to  drain the last of the stringy cream 
from his cock.  Licking the head and  patting it and tucking his limp cock 
into his pants.
    Looking at him and leaning to  kiss him, smiling as he pulls away from 
my cummy mouth.  Smiling  sweetly.  "Thanks again for the drinks.  My hand 
pulling the zipper up  with a soft whisk of sound.
    
 
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