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Subject: {ASSM} Football Weekend 4
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Date: Sun, 27 Dec 2015 06:10:03 -0500
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Football  Weekend 4
 
    The  sound of the water behind the closed doors mesmerizing, my eyes 
closing.   Then hearing sounds in the hallway.  A clatter of dishware.  The 
sound  of a cart moving in the hallway.  My chest tight, remembering how I was 
 naked in the hallway.  The unhurried movement as she watched me strip,  
calmly telling me to take off each piece, orchestrating, as I stripped for her 
 in the hallway.  Left naked and vulnerable.  Open to the scrutiny and  
derision of any that might have seen me, submitting to a woman.
    Now  I kneel in seemingly endless submission to the woman.  Waiting her 
time,  her pleasure not knowing what might be her requirements for me.  
This job,  now not a job, but a need, a need to submit.  To yield my body and 
soul to  this woman.
    Hearing  the water stop, the sliding of the shower doors.  Movement in 
the bath out  of my sight.  Then Debbie appearing in a silken kimono.  The 
pattern  something delicate and oriental, duh.  The material, conforming 
tightly to  her body.  The flaring hips, the full bosom, the show of ankle, 
visible at  the hem. Looking up at her, hair down to the nape of her neck, wet 
and  straight.  the impression of her breasts, full, nipples pressed  against 
the thin gossamer material.  The mound soft and rounded, ass  cheeks full 
and rounded also.  The smell of her as she stands close to me,  that of 
oranges and some other exotic fruit.  Clean and  refreshed. 
    Sure  that I can smell my nasty scent.  Now brought back to reality by 
her  presence, shaking as I kneel.  Reminded of the raw nerve ending of my  
body.  So badly needing a cum.  Relief of some sort.  Looking up  to her, 
expectantly.  Hoping that she might extend a hand, a finger to give  me relief.
    A  smile wreathing her lips, eyes shining, sitting back down in the 
chair, leaning  over, a look of concern on her face.  "Is my girl in some 
distress?"   Her hand reaching down to touch the fevered lips.  Fat and warm, 
covered  with juices.  Leaning back on my legs, as my hips thrust forward, 
wanting  to feel the cool fingers on my flesh.  Moaning in uncontrolled need, my 
 thoughts of her, of the relief that I need, from the  top of my swollen  
vulva to under my thighs, feeling the finger pushing open the bottom of my 
ass  cheeks.  The muscles in my thighs straining, standing out like the veins 
on  a cock.  "Please, please," the faint words from my lips, slipping past 
my  lack of control.  Begging for her touch, for a signal that I might find  
release from my swollen torment.  My nipples itching, aching from the  
earlier abuse, hard nipples thrust forward, the small breasts jiggling on my  
chest.
    "Come  feed patti,"  her hand reaching for her obi, undoing it and 
spreading her  kimono to the sides.  White legs revealed, the smell of her 
freshly washed  body, smelling of orange and mango.  The smooth thighs, 
channeling my face  to the convergence of her body.  Letting my tongue touch her left 
thigh,  just past the knee.  Lips kissing as my tongue moves along the 
velvety  skin.  Eyes watching ahead, gazing at the light brown hair tightly  
curling on her mound. 
    I  feel the touch of her hand on my hair, softly lifting and holding my 
hair back  on my head.  My mouth moving along the thigh, lips in small 
kisses, tongue  tip pressing the flesh then moving on as I lean closer, catching 
the scent, as  her legs spread wider.  My eyes watching the petals open, 
the puffy lips  spreading to expose the more delicate lips.  The glistening of 
moisture on  the pink walls.  As I center my head to focus on the Debbi's 
core, I feel  my hair grabbed and yanked back.  My eyes forceable raised, 
tears watering  the rims, as I look into the bemused face.  Eyes locking on 
mine.  My  breasts brushing in anguish against her thighs.   Body trembling as 
I  sit back on my legs, head pulled back, scalp stretched.  Her mouth 
lowering  to me, then her lips brushing mine, then teeth clamping on my lower lip. 
  Jerking in pain, as I feel the teeth break the skin.  The taste of blood 
in  my mouth, my tongue licking at it, as I feel the drop of blood form on 
the  outside and move down to my chin.  As she releases my lips, her tongue 
laps  the drop from my face.  My eyes seeing the tongue tip  wet with red  
for a moment, then swallowed by her lips. 
    The  warm breath washing over my face, smelling of mouthwash, as she 
whispers to  me.  "Girl, tell me what you need, tell me."  Not a question, a  
demanding command, her words.  "I need you Ma'am.  I need you to let  me 
please you.  To fulfill your needs."  Lips trembling as I look  back, my voice 
weak and breaking as I try to think the response.  Not  saying what else I 
need.  That need so physical.  So evident, between  my thighs.  The lips 
swollen, pushing against my thighs, fat with  need.  The slight movement of my 
thighs opening or closing, adding to the  pressure of my need.  The lips 
pulled back, exposing my inner ones, the  slimy hole.  The slick sound of my 
juices in the still room, as my vulva  opens and closes so slightly.  The long 
minute, as I wait, eyes stricken,  not knowing what might be her response.  
Just knowing that it can't be  rejection.  Feeling that my very being is in 
her hands.
    The  release of the pull on my hair, as her hand, pushes my head 
foreward.  my  cheeks, cushioned between her thighs, as my lips touch hers.  The 
soothing  voice from above, "feed girl."  My mouth touching the partially 
spread  labia, lips opening to allow my quick tongue to dart out and taste her, 
tip  curling as I take in her wetness.  The tongue extending further, as my 
lips  kiss and suck at the ridges of her vulva.  Tongue tracing along the 
slit,  pushing deeper with each trip.  Feeling the legs relaxing more, as my 
face  burrows deeper into her womanhood.  The impression of her lips against 
my  cheeks, as my mouth and nose push up and down the slit.  The roots of 
my  tongue straining in my mouth, as I extend it deeper.  Pressing open the  
smooth, warm, moist walls.  Then feeling them close on the tongue as the  
tip passes.  My nose, taking in the scent.  Using it to work with my  tongue 
to caress the open valley.  Feeling the soft wisps of hair against  my face, 
my cheeks, rubbing them, tickling my face.  Knowing even with the  fine 
hairs, that I will feel there affect on my face later.  Letting my  teeth, pull 
gently on a curl of hair.  Tugging gently, rewarded with a slap  to the back 
of my head.  "Careful girl,"  the admonishment that  followed. 
    As  I lick from top to bottom of the slit, I can feel Debbie inching 
her hips  forward on the chair, pushing to my face.  My world, now her thighs 
and wet  puss.  The folds sticky with her goo and my saliva.  As she lifts 
on  the chair, pushing to my face, I let my mouth slide down further, to 
touch the  small puckered hole of her rosebud.  Tongue tip, pressed to the  
opening.  Rewarded with a sound of surprise, a soft moan.  Licking  around the 
hole and then along her ass crack, feeling the contraction as my  tip pushes 
against the small hole.  Tasting her soap and a slight taste of  her.  "Stop 
girl?  Her legs tightening on my face, holding me to her  ass.  Tongue 
pressing deeper, feeling the ring loosening, and then her  hands pulling my 
face, back to her sloppy wet crotch.  My tongue, sliding  up and down the 
soaking folds.  Lapping at the flowing juices, tasting the  cum, as her thighs 
squeeze on my ears, holding me as I feel her hips jerk, and  her lower body 
shaking with her spasms.
    The  sides of my breasts and nipples brushing against her calves as I 
shift my slick  thighs, hearing the wetness, that coats the plump labia.  My 
breathing, a  constant whiff of sex, woman sex.  Short pulls as my face is 
smothered deep  in Debbie's vulva.  My fingers flexing at my sides, as I want 
to touch  myself, my breasts, my wet puss.  To pinch at the aches in my 
body, to  feel the pain of the nails, squeezing the sensitive tissue.  Mewling 
softly  into her lap.  Looking up with feverish eyes and glistening face, as 
she  lifts my head.  Seeing the flush of red on her upper chest, showing 
from  the open robe.  Her breasts, raising and falling in a hurried  
movements.  The soft expulsion of air from her lungs, nostrils pinched  tight, as her 
one hand presses on her clit, her other holding a tangle of my  hair in her 
fist.  Her mouth working wordlessly, just a low moan issuing  from it.  
Eyes focused on some spot behind me.  body shaking on her  seat, the trembling 
of her legs rubbing against my warm flesh.
    For  a few seconds, I saw her as a woman in the throes of her passion, 
her  need.  Then as her eyes focused and looked at me.  A smile  curling her 
lips, as she release my hair, and brushed it back from my  face.  Leaning 
forward, she touches my face with her fingers, licks at them  with the pink 
sponge of her tongue, then lowers her hands to my breasts, lifting  them in 
the palm of her hands, thumbs rubbing the swollen nipples, causing a  whimper 
from my lips, as my body shakes.  The thumbs rolling them around in  a 
circle, tears forming in my eyes, lower lip quivering.  My need so  
overwhelming, the words in the back of my mouth, wanting to form and come  out.  Wanting 
to beg her for relief, but refusing in frustration to ask  that boon.  
Instead kneeling, as her fingers caress the small  breasts,  eyes closing as I 
concentrate on the sensations.
    Screaming  in pain, as I am jerked from my reverie with a hard slap on 
my left  breast.  The flesh jiggling against my chest.  The pain, covering 
the  previous pleasure, then the warm feeling on the side of my breast.  
Another  hard slap, "ooooohh".  The breast jouncing, as the open hand slams into 
 it.  "Pay attention girl."  Her moist lips, leaning to kiss the warm  
nerve endings in the hand imprint. 
    Then  standing, her scent inches from my nose, my nostrils flaring, 
tongue working  nervously in my closed mouth.  Stepping away, she moves to the 
bedroom and  I hear the opening of drawers.  Watching as she returns, a 
thick leather  belt dangling from her hand, she walks over to me, the leather 
brushing against  my cheek.  The smell of it strong to my senses.  A shiver 
and a wash  of cool air over my body.  My face leaning to the leather, cheek 
grazing  it, as she draws it back, my face following.  Whimpering, as my eyes 
close  and In inhale the strong smell.   Opening my eyes, as she drawing 
the  dangling belt to her hand, folding it in two.  Watching as she kneels to  
the side of me, eyes locked, sensing the movement of her hand, the dip of 
her  shoulder.  Then the touch.  The old leather, rubbing against my  swollen 
labia, pushing between the hot ridges.  Sawing in the slit.   Whimpering in 
need, my body rubbing now on the leather, as it is held  stationary.  The 
smile again on her lips, curling as she judges my  reactions.  My body 
lifting and falling as my thighs raise up and slide  along the leather.  Feeling 
it pushing deep in the gash of warm, wet,  yielding flesh.
    My  body moving in a slow rhythm, not feeling the leather moved from my 
flesh.   Stopping as my eyes open wide in loss.  Her lips moving to kiss 
mine in a  quick peck.  Then the belt brought up to eye level, stilled doubled 
 over.  My eyes look at it, seeing the dark spotched leather, where my  
juices have soaked.  Debbie, bringing it to her mouth, tongue licking at  the 
leather, tasting my wetness, my need.
    "You  have had you pleasure dear.  Now,"  the word punctuated with an  
explosion of pain on my ass cheek.  The sound of the leather meeting flesh,  
soft flesh, filling the room, and the quick short scream of pain.   "Stand 
up."  Scrambling to my feet, I stand and immediated feel another  hard slap 
of leather on my ass, the pain numbing, as I bite back a scream,  settling 
for a groan.  Again and again, her arm moves, the slap of leather,  and a 
grunt from me.  My cheeks burning, as each pain subsides to be  followed by 
another slap.  The leather lowering and kissing the backs of my  thighs.  My 
legs buckling with each stroke, but straightening to stand with  open legs.
    I  watch out of the corner of my eye, as she moves out of sight behind 
me, then the  feel of her cool hand on my hot swollen ass cheeks.  The 
gentle touch,  bringing pain with a soft caress.  Her hands parting my cheeks, 
the leather  in one hand, and extended finger in the other.  The tip pressing 
on my  rosebud.  Teasing the small ring, as it presses on the small hole.   
Then it is removed.  A low wisp of sound, and I feel her body pressing  
against my back.  Nipples pushing into my back muscles, her mound pressing  on 
my warm cheeks. Hands reaching around my waist, one moving to stroke my left  
breast, the other sliding down over my stomach.  The flesh moving under my  
skin, as it slides down to cup my swollen organs.  Middle finger sliding up 
 the well oiled groove.  Not breathing as I try to hold the feeling to  me. 
 Then feeling a slight release of moisture, as her finger touching my  
pearl.  Finger ball, rolling on the small smooth organ.  My hips  humping at 
air, as her finger, circles then, nail pressing into the  bauble.
    My  lips work wordlessly, as her finger stops and rests on the swollen 
core of  sensation.  Finally, not able to bear the sensations, my mouth 
opens,  "please touch me, let me come ma'am".  The words, murmurred in a low  
voice.  My mound pressing to the finger.  Wanting, needing the tactile  
stimulation.  Legs trembling uncontrollably.  The finger, twirling  around the 
rounded surface, once, twice a third time, then moving away.   Whimpering, as I 
try to push my mound to it.  "Please, let me cum ma'am,"  my voice humbled 
and begging, "please, please."  The words stumbling  from my lips.  "Spread 
your legs girl, wide."  Letting my legs side  further out to the sides, more 
than shoulder length, feeling my labia spreading  apart, exposing the 
gapping mouth of my tunnel.  "Wider", her word, loud in  the room, as I feel her 
moving from my body, then the hard slap of the leather  in two quick bursts. 
 The pain on my mound, and swollen vulva overwhelming,  as I fall with the 
second underhand swing of the belt.  Her hand catching  my waist, helping to 
lower me to lean on the seat of the chair.    Tears pouring from my eyes.  
My hands, reaching to cover the tender flesh,  pain filling my core.  
Hunched over, I sob into the cushion, Debbie,  holding me, her body covering mine. 
 Her lips against my ear.  Cooing  softly, as her hand, massages the 
bruised flesh.  The lips still  swollen.  In spite of the pain, the lips dripping 
with moisture.   Aching with need.  Rubbing my bruised puss on her hand, 
still  seeking release.
    Pulling  on my arm, she draws me to my feet.  "Time for bed girl."   
Guiding me to the bedroom, she draws back the covers and  has me sit on the  
edge, then lifting my legs, I lay down.  Rolling my unto my stomach,  she 
takes a jar of cream and rubs it onto the bruised flesh of my ass cheeks and  
upper thighs.  The cool cream, soothing away some of the pain, drawing away  
some of the heat from my skin.  Then rolling me unto my back, her fingers  
work the cream into the folds of my vulva, mewling like a cat with a saucer 
of  milk, as her fingers touch my still swollen lips.  Chiding me  gently, as 
my hips reach to her fingers.  A glass of water and a second,  holding my 
head as she gives me the moisture I need.  Opening the curtains,  looking out 
at the grounds of the Post.  Snow flakes against the  window, turning to 
drops of water on the glass, she turns off the light, the  room in a momentary 
deep darkness, then as my eyes adjust, I can see the  beauty of the 
darkness.  Feeling the bed settle as she slides in the other  side and slides over 
towards me, rolling me on my side, her body spoons behind  mine, her pubic 
hair, tickling on my cheeks, her left hand holding my mound  with ownership.  
Caressing the nerve endings, my body responding and my  lips allowing the 
whimpers of need as she plays her new musical  instrument. 
    Her  hand holding and protecting her property.  When George returns  
later in the night, her words warning him away.  "Tonight, she is  mine."   
 
    
 
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