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Subject: {ASSM} Football Weekend 3
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Date: Sun, 27 Dec 2015 06:10:02 -0500
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Football  Weekend 3
 
    "Move  girl", her firm palm pressing against my back, urging me into 
the  elevator.  Opening my eyes, my revelry broken by the firmly  directed  
push.  Stepping forward, the hand guiding me, firm against my back, then  
turning to face outward.  "You weren't told to turn around", the firm soft  
voice fills the small mobile room.  As the doors close, her hand touches my  
waist, turning me so easily to face the wall of the elevator, then urging me  
forward.  Feeling my face pressed against the wall, my breasts flattened,  my 
slightly rounded mound just touching.  I feel the back of my tartan  being 
lifted, the sound of flesh slapping flesh, loud in the confined  space.  A 
short lived scream, as I bite it back, the sting on my left  cheek, evidence 
of where the fleshy sounds originated.  Then another slap  and another, 
quickly they have totaled five, maybe six.  My eyes watering,  as my mound now 
presses hard against the wall, my belly flat for the  moment.  I can feel the 
warmth on my ass cheeks.
    "Now  it seems, I have your attention."  My shirt dropping as her hands 
pull at  my blouse, tugging it from the waistband of my skirt, fingers 
moving to undo the  buttons, pulling it open as breasts now are exposed to the 
cool metal wall of  the elevator.  Nipples, aching then feeling relief from 
the coolness.   I can feel her mound pressing on my cheeks, her full breasts, 
sandwiching me to  the wall, holding me with her body.  Then her finger 
sliding down over my  belly, to the waistband of my skirt, sliding inside, my 
body shaking as I feel  the hand, fingers leading, tracing down to my mound.  
The hairless slit,  guarded by puffy lips, feeling the first touch of the 
nail, then the fingerpad,  stroking over the warm and moist vulva.  A long 
low moan, as my mound,  pushes again the wall, trapping the fingers on my hot 
needy lips.  A low  laugh, near my ear, as my legs flex, rubbing against the 
fingers.  My hands  helpless at my sides, held there by her presence, the 
only restraint on  them.  Feeling spittle from my mouth on the cool metal 
wall, as the finger,  pushes parting the lips, curling slowly along the gash, 
sundering my body as a  keen edged sword.  Pushing into me effortlessly, my 
breath ragged, the  sound shared with the long whimper from my drooling lips.
    Not  feeling her step back, her hand sliding away as my body flexes 
against the flat  wall, nipples hard and sensitive as they rub on the metal,   
Knees  pointing out to the side of my spread legs, hips lifting and 
thrusting against  the wall.  A hard slap on my ass cheek, my eyes focusing and body 
stopping,  as I lean, with sweaty body .  Hands turning my around with a 
mere touch,  reaching to my blouse, fingers rolling my nipples for a second or 
two, then the  touch of her lips on them.  And a quick slap on my right 
cheek, my head  snapping to the side.  Hand raising to touch it, my wrist 
grabbed.  As  the arm is released, I let it fall to my side, looking a Debbie, as 
her hands  move to the tails of my blouse, taking them and knotting them in 
front, the  front of my blouse open from the top to the knot, a good two 
inches.  The  sides of my breasts exposed, nipples poking hard against the 
tightly pulled  material.  My midsection bare above my skirt. 
    The  fingers lifted and extended, held under my nose.  The scent of a 
woman on  them, my scent, the scent of a needy woman.  Leaning against the 
wall, as I  watch her lips open and lick around the fingers.  The look on her 
face one  of disdain.   Standing there wordlessly, as the elevator slows to 
a  stop, the bell announcing the arrival at a floor.  The time in the  
elevator, a minute maybe two, not even sure.  As the doors slide open, she  walks 
down the corridor to her room.  Standing I wait, "come here  girl."  
Hurrying I quickly fall in behind and to the side of  her.  
    At  the door to the room, she stops and turns to me.  "Take your shoes 
and  socks off dear."  Standing on one foot and then the other as I slide 
the  socks down my legs, standing barefoot.  "Place the shoes next to the  
door and fold the socks neatly."  Bending over, I arrange them on the right  
side of the door, in the hallway.  "Now your blouse dearie."   Looking down 
the hallway, then undoing the knot.  Sliding it off my  shoulders, fumbling 
with my hands catching in the cuffs, till I finally open the  buttons.  My 
nipples hard and full, pointing in front of me, my breasts  jiggling, as my 
body shakes in fear.  Face hot with the flush of  embarassment.  Looking at me 
and then at my chest then back, "don't stand  there fold it and put in on 
the pile."  Crouching I arrange it on the pile  of clothing.   Standing 
quickly, facing Debbie, her hands  reaching out to caress my breasts, then left 
hand, touching my waist.  "Now  the skirt girl.  Take it off and fold it up."  
Feeling tears in my  eyes, as I undo the button and slide down the zipper.  
Stepping out of it,  legs trembling in fear, as I fold it and put it on the 
top of the pile.   Standing naked, watching as slowly she reaches into her 
purse and pulls out the  card key.  The light not flashing green on the 
first try, still red, then  finally on the third swipe.  She walks into the 
room, I move to follow and  step through the threshhold. 
    The  slap on my right breast, shocking me, as I look at her.  Her 
finger  pointing me out the door.  "You may enter when you do it properly."   
Standing there in naked in the hallway naked, every sound to me the opening of 
a  door.  Helpless not know what to do, as I look at her watching me in the  
room.  My chest heaving, as I feel the embarassment and excitement showing  
on my body.  My nipples hard and swollen, as are the labia, puffy and  
flared,  a glistening of moisture at the slit.  Bowing my head, I walk  across 
the threshhold again.  Rewarded again with a slap against my  breast.  
"Stupid girl."  Her only words as she points to the  hallway.  Standing there, 
panicking more with each second.  Then  finally dropping to my knees, and 
crawling into the room on all fours.   Looking up as I pass through the doorway. 
Feeling elated, as I see a smile on  Debbie's face, she leans over and 
caresses my cheek, pushing the hair  back.  "Good girl.  Get your clothes."  
Turning I crawl to the  doorway and half in and half out, pull the pile of 
clothing into the room.   I no sooner crawl back inside, when I hear a thump 
along the hallway, my breath  coming quick, looking pleadingly to Debbie as she 
stands to the side of the  door.  Wanting her to close it.  "patti girl, I 
lost something in the  hallway, get it for me dear."  Turning around and 
letting my head slip out  the door, I look left and then right, seeing a dildo 
laying in the middle of the  floor, three doors down.  "With your mouth", the 
soft words filling the  wash of emotion and fear in me.  Padding down the 
corridor quickly, on all  fours, head ducking to grasp the inanimate cock in 
my mouth, teeth holding it  firmly as I crawl back to Mistress.  Dropping it 
at her feet, again  rewarded with a caress on the cheek.
    "Kneel."   Hearing the words, I lift up to my knees, spreading my legs 
wide, chest thrust  forward, palms face up on my thighs, eyes downcast.  
"You know something  girl.  Not a total waste of woman flesh.  I want you to 
watch me, look  at me when I am present.  Nod if you understand."  Nodding my 
head, as  I kneel  open and exposed, for viewing or use.
    Sitting  down in a high wing back chair, I watch her from the floor, 
then crawl  over to her beckoning finger.  As I sit in front of her watching  
her left hand moves to the bottom button on her skirt.   Ticking  at it with 
her nail, then nodding as if she made a decision.  "Undo my  skirt girl."  
Raising up on my knees, my fingers trembling move to open the  bottom 
button, fingers pushing it through the slit.  As each  button is undone, her legs 
spread a little wider, putting tension on the  remaining ones.  Her black 
hose now exposed to my eyes, over the top  of her calve high black leather 
boots.  I can feel the heat in my  face, my breathing labored as I deliberately 
work the buttons free.   The darker nylon letting me know that I am closer 
to the juncture of  legs.  Trying not to, but wanting desperately to see the 
first glimpse of  her, I don't know yet, what I hoped to glimpse.   
"Continue patti  dear,"  her words breaking my reverie again.  Opening another and 
then  another.  Her hands urging me to slide closer on my knees, shuffling 
on the  rug.  Her knees alongside of me now, spreading wider, as the parting 
skirt,  give more freedom to her legs. 
    As  I kneel now between her legs, her knees, rubbing the nylon against 
my  sides.  Feeling myself wanting to turn to rub my hard nipples on the  
material.  Moaning in frustration and need, as I feel myself  helpless.  Her 
hand reaching out and stroking my hair, pushing it back from  my face, then 
moving to the back and grabbing a handful, yanking my head back  with force, 
till I am looking up at her.  The hair tight and tingling on my  scalp.  
Eyes opened wide, staring into hers.  Her other hand now  pushing the buttons 
deftly through the openings.  "You have been trying to  sneak a peak, haven't 
you girl?"  The question rhetorical, as we both know  that my eyes have 
been looking past and under my fingers, or trying to.   Sliding forward to the 
edge of the seat, Debbie, takes my head and pushes it  down quickly, my face 
 contacting the crotch of her pantyhose, feeling the  swell of her lips, 
encased in the nylon weave.  Catching the scent of her  womanhood, as she rubs 
my face on her hidden vulva.  Cheeks burning with  sensation, as the lips 
mash under my face, feeling my nose and mouth buried in  the mound, her legs 
wrapping around to hold me in place, the fingers knotted in  my hair, 
rubbing  me into her fragrance.  Moaning against her, feeling  dribbles of saliva 
from my lips, as I daringly, let my tongue tip press on the  encased labia. 
    Feeling  my head yanked back hard, tears forming in my eyes, and the 
hard slap of her  hand across my cheek, then a back hand, lightly against the 
other one.   "How dare you take it upon yourself to touch me.  You with the 
tongue of a  slut, who knows where your whorish lips and tongue have touched 
last."   Slapping my face again and then leaning to slap her open hand 
against my  breasts, feeling the pain as they jiggle wildly with the passing of 
her  hand.  Once hand reaching down and rolling my left nipple between her   
index finger and thumb.  A tears rolling down my right cheek, others formed 
 in my eyes, then moaning as I feel the sensation of her fingers on me, my 
legs  spreading and lowering to the floor.  Laughing at my response, "are 
you a  bitch in heat, that you want to rub your nasty parts on the carpet."   
Shaking my head, legs quivering, the heat in my swollen labia, needing to be 
 quenched. 
    "Kneel  up straight girl."  Pulling my legs together and kneeling in 
the  appropriate position,  hands flat on my thighs.  Fingers so close but  
unable to touch, longing for just a quick touch, feeling the stickiness on my  
thighs, lips parted but clinging together by the goo of my body.  My  
breathing in quick breaths.  Watching Ms Debbie, as she stands and undoes  her 
skirt, my eyes level with her mound.  Stepping out of her skirt, her  legs and 
body covered to her waist.  The vague outline of her lips as they  push the 
material forward, scant inches from my face.  Raising my eyes  higher, as I 
watch her hands pull the sweater up and over the confines of her  bra.  The 
large round cups filled.  Shaking slightly as she pulls the  sweater over 
her head and drops it on the arm of the chair.  Then reaching  behind, as she 
looks down smiling at me, she undoes her bra.  Her breasts,  springing free 
and settling lower on her chest.  The tips of the nipples  pronounced, 
circled by the silver dollar sized areolas.  Feeling my  breathing tighter in my 
chest, my legs trembling, and the juices on my body,  releasing in response.
    Hooking  her fingers in the hose at the waist, sliding it down over her 
mound and ass,  then slowly rolling it down her thighs.  Her tan panties 
now exposed, the  folds of her lips, showing a damp spot and a slight 
indention, as she bends over  to roll the hose down further.  Then sitting again, 
putting her left foot  and then right foot on my shoulder, rolling the hose 
over her knees and down her  legs.  The scent of her feet, surprisingly 
intoxicating to me.  Hands  brushing my cheeks as she pulls it off one foot and 
then the other.   Feeling them drop to drape on my lap and thighs.  Eyes 
wanting to drop to  look at her legs and straight along them; but not able to 
pull them away from  her gaze. 
    The  weight of her legs, pushing down on my shoulders as she lifts her 
hips on the  seat, sliding the waist of her panties to the juncture of legs 
and body.   My eyes faltering for a moment, as they look down and then back 
to her eyes, she  the smiling curling at the lovely lips of her mouth.  The 
tip of her  tongue, peeking out for a second then sealed behind her lips 
again.  The  dark spot on her panties, burning and image in my mind.  Shaking 
as I feel  her legs shifting at she pushes the thin material down her thighs, 
then as they  pass her knees, a waft of her scent, much stronger than the 
hose.  Leaning  over in the chair, pushing the panties, till they are around 
her ankles, the  same ones that are inches from my face.  My eyes close, as 
my legs slide  towards the floor again, sliding apart.  Having lost the 
battle, my eyes,  open to look past the thin material, gazing at the puffy lips, 
slightly apart  revealing the glimmer of moisture along the narrow slit.  
The tight patch  of curly hair, neatly trimmed, the mature roundness of her 
mound.  Then  back to the lightly thatched slit.  Her legs opening, bending 
outward at  the knees, showing the inner labia, the delicate folds.  The 
small opening  to her tunnel, beckoning to me.
    Finally,  surrendering, as my tongue slides from my lips to touch the 
wet crotch of the  panties, tasting Debbie.  Legs having lost my battle, as 
both are bent back  and to the side, painfully, as I try to slide lower, 
feeling the carpet, barely  touching my burning lips.  Moaning as my eyes blink 
again and again,  fluttering in excitement and need.  So close and so very 
far from  release.  Hands reversing to dig my finger nails into my thighs.   
Clenching and unclenching spastically.  Feeling the pain of the long shaped  
cuticles are giving, as I desire pleasure.  Hearing the laughter in  
Mistresses voice, knowing she can give me what I need or keep it from me.   My 
body a bundle of raised nerve endings.  The delicious ache in my head  and my 
nipples and between my legs.  Tears of frustration, forming in my  eyes, one 
rolling down my cheek, as my tongue licks at the juice of  Debbie.  Lips 
sucking at the material, drawing the taste and mixed moisture  into my mouth, 
tongue licking in feverish swipes.  Whimpering softly to  myself, as I crave 
more, eyes watching the glistening in the light as she shifts  ever so 
slightly.
    Her  right leg shifting, foot sliding from the material, feeling it 
slide to caress  the my breast, now dangling from her left ankle.  Her right 
foot moving  down to rub my nipple, toes teases the hard nub, then lifting to 
touch my  lips.  "Kiss me pattie dear."  My lips willingly opening to touch 
to  the bottom of her foot.  Kissing at the toes and sucking as she pushes 
them  to my mouth.  Concentrating on the small foot, tongue lathing it with 
quick  flicks, as my lips kiss and suckle.  Feeling the foot pulled away to 
set on  the floor in front of me, then the other foot lifts from my shoulder, 
the  panties dropping to slide over my breast and then to the floor.  My 
heart  pounding for the loss to my senses.  Eyes bright, wanting to experience 
 more; but staying in place. 
    Focusing  my eyes on hers, as she sits back and relaxes against the 
back of the chair, her  right hand, draped across her mound, moving slowly.  In 
the quiet of the  room, I can hear the soft squish of moisture on her 
finger.  Looking down,  I see the first knuckle amputated, by the puffy lips 
around it.  Moaning  between closed lips, as I watch for long seconds, then look 
back to her  eyes.  Locking on them again, seeing her lips open to issue a 
soft sigh,  moan.  Seeing her eyes, moving as the liquid sounds increase.  I 
can  feel a flush on my chest, burning over the top of my breasts, cheeks 
hot, as my  nostrils pinch, labored breathing.  The itch in my lower lips 
pure  hell.  Needing so badly to soothe the tortured flesh.  Fingers  twitching 
ever so slightly.
    Debbie  stands, her pussy, is in my face.  The tight curls touching my 
nose, the  scent so strong, so very strong.  Her hand touching the top of my 
head,  cooing empathically as her fingers gently pull at my head hair.  
"There now  girl, I can see that you are under a bit of strain.  You are a 
slave to  your body.  I will help you build your character and willpower and not 
give  into your base lusts."  Stepping past me, she kneels to the side and 
behind  me.  "Give my your arm patti."  Taking it and the pantyhose, she  
uses the one leg to tie my left wrist to my left ankle.  Then secures my  
right wrist and ankle the same way.  "There now you won't be tempted to  touch." 
 Turning my head to the side, as she kneels alongside of me, her  lips 
touch my mouth, tongue pressing my lips and then into it.  The flesh  of it 
forming a soft penis, as her tongue fucks my mouth, taking what it  wants.  Her 
mouth drawing my lower lip into it and then her teeth biting on  it, crying 
out as I feel the teeth puncture my flesh.  Tasting the blood in  my mouth, 
her tongue licking at a drop just below my lip.  Tongue tip,  touching and 
pulling it to her mouth.
    "I  need a shower girl, smell how stinky and slutty I smell now."  
Standing as  she pushes her fat lips against my mouth, moving to the side to 
side, her lower  lips, kissing my upper ones.  Her right hand reaching down and 
middle  finger swiping along my swollen labia, pushing into my wet hole, my 
body  clenching on it for a moment, as it withdraws.  Taking the finger,she 
licks  it and then slides it into her mouth.  The slurping noise, as she 
sucks on  the finger, on the juices.  "Mmmmmmm.  You do taste good and  
nasty."  Taking the panties, she pushes them into the spread lips, till  just a 
small wisp hangs out.  "Later girl."  Hearing her walk away,  the sound of the 
shower door, then the spray of water, her voice humming some  tune, that my 
fried brain could not decipher.  Quivering as I kneel, my  body burning 
with desire.  My muscles clenching on the small wad of undies  stuffed in them. 
 Hands twisting and turning, as they open and close.   Finally sobbing in 
frustration, as the long minutes pass, kneeling in my puddle  of lust, 
feeling my lips full and wet.  Nipples aching, as I look down at  them, the teeth 
marks of the alligator clips still visible in the aroused  flesh.
    Kneeling,  wondering how Rusty and George were able to know of my 
weakness.  Or  thinking, maybe Debbie can see it in me, my eyes, my demeanor.  
Slow deep  breaths, trying not to think as I wait patiently.
    
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