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Copyright 2000 by Jack of all Trades
Character Assassination
Connie Johnson cleared her throat and knocked on her boss� door.
"Mr. Mathers?"
Mark Mathers was immersed in the pile of paper in front of him.
He jotted something down on the paper and looked up. "Hi Connie,
what can I do for you?" he asked with a smile.
"Sir, I have all my work done, and I was wondering, would it be
possible for me to leave early this evening?"
Mark glanced at the clock on his desk as it flashed the date and
time. "2-14, 3:06PM" it flashed back and forth. "Sure Connie, go
ahead and take off."
"Thank you so much, Mr. Mathers!" Connie exclaimed excitedly. She
turned and left the doorway.
"She sure does get excited by a little time off," Mark thought, a
smile on his face. Mark rubbed his eyes. They were dry and itchy
from staring at budget reports all day. He waded back into the
reports but something kept nagging at his work-addled brain. He
struggled through three more pages, then dropped his pencil to
the desk and leaned back in his executive chair unable to
maintain his concentration any longer. His glanced at the picture
of his wife on the end of his desk. Mark smiled. Amanda would be
getting home soon he knew. He could picture her in the kitchen,
starting dinner while she sorted and read the mail. Her hair
would be slightly mussed from running her fingers through it, a
nervous habit he found endearing. "God I love her!" he thought.
The flashing of his clock distracted his eyes: 4:25PM, 2-14.
"Hell I can�t concentrate any longer, I�ll knock off early too."
He stood up. "Oh shit," he groaned, "2-14! It�s fucking
Valentine�s Day!" Panic shot through him. "I don�t even have a
card. Oh man, Mandy�s going to kill me!"
-----
Connie pulled into a parking spot close to the entrance to the
mall. She got out, locked her car, and strolled into the mall.
Unlike most of her trips here, this time she had a specific
destination in mind. She turned into Victoria�s Secret and headed
toward the back where she had seen the babydoll nightie last
week. She picked it out of the rack and held it in front of her
looking in a convenient nearby mirror. The green matched her eyes
and was the perfect contrast for her striking red hair. She
smiled. "Rick is going to love this," she thought. She could feel
the first delicious tingles of arousal as she pictured Rick�s
strong hands unwrapping his Valentine�s present. She giggled
softly. "And the best part," she thought, "is that even though it
is his present, I get to enjoy it too."
Connie walked up to the cashier and paid for her purchase. A
slight dreamy smile teased at the corner of her mouth. The clerk
knew it well, having seen many such smiles on women buying
similar items this week. "Enjoy it," the clerk said as she handed
Connie the bag.
Connie smiled. "Oh he will," she trilled as she turned and walked
out of the store, her hips swaying naughtily.
The clerk shook her head ruefully. "That outfit on that body, I
bet he will," she thought. "I know I would!"
Connie hurried to her car and rushed home. She opened a bottle of
wine to let it breath. Connie went into the bedroom, dropped her
bag from Victoria�s Secret on the bed, and stripped off her
business suit. She hung it neatly in the walk-in closet. She
reached behind her back and released the catch for her bra,
sliding it off her arms. Her nipples tingled slightly as they
reacted to the change of temperature. Connie cupped her breasts
and squeezed slightly, emitting a small soft sigh. "Good God,"
she thought, "if I�m this turned on now, by the time Rick gets
home I�m going to rape him." She hooked her thumbs in the
waistband of her powder blue panties sliding them down over the
curve of her hips and let them drop to the floor. She stepped out
of them and bent down to pick up her panties and bra. She tossed
them into the hamper at the back of the closet.
Connie went to the bathroom and started the shower. She adjusted
the temperature and the spray until she was satisfied, then
stepped into the shower. She grabbed the bar of soap and washed
herself. Her hands lingered over her breasts. Her nipples were
fully erect and each caress caused sensations that left her weak
in her knees. "Oh Rick, get home soon," she thought and forced
herself to stop playing with her nipples. She quickly washed her
legs trying to calm herself down. When she reached her pussy the
slightest touch left her breathless and trembling on the edge of
orgasm. She clenched her teeth. "If he isn�t fucking me five
minutes after he walks through the door I�m going to kill him,"
she thought. She gave up on washing herself and quickly rinsed
off. She turned off the shower and stepped out of the stall.
Grabbing a towel she started drying herself. She was careful to
avoid further stimulation and managed to get dry without
increasing her horniness.
Connie sat on the bed and pulled her nightie out of the bag. She
opened the drawer of her nightstand and took out a pair of
scissors. She cut the tags off the outfit and dropped them into
the trashcan beside the nightstand. She slipped the nightie on.
The fabric felt so sexy and sinful. She walked over to the mirror
and arranged the nightie so that it just barely covered her
charms. She smiled. "Perfect," she thought. She heard the garage
door going up and rushed from the bedroom to the kitchen.
Grabbing two wineglasses out of the cabinet she poured each half
full with the wine she had opened earlier. She picked up the
glasses and walked over to the door to the garage to wait for
Rick. Each step caused her breasts to bounce slightly and the
whisper of the silky fabric against her nipples inflamed her
passions anew.
The doorknob twisted and Rick burst into the room, stopping
suddenly as if he had run into an invisible wall. His mouth hung
open as he stared at the vision that was his wife standing in
front of him.
Connie smiled seductively. "Happy Valentines Day honey," she said
in a low passionate purr.
Rick blinked his eyes. "Ha...happy Valentines Day to you too," he
stammered while holding out a long rectangular package to her
that obviously contained roses. "God you look good in that."
Connie giggled. "I�m glad you like it, it�s your present." She
handed him a glass of wine. "To our love," she toasted clinking
her glass against his. "To our love," Rick whispered back and
took a sip of his wine. Connie took a big gulp then set her glass
on the counter along with the roses. She pressed herself tightly
against Rick and kissed him passionately. She broke the kiss,
gasped for air and tugged at Rick�s hand.
"Come on," she said dragging him through the kitchen. Rick
followed dazedly behind her enjoying the sway of her hips as she
led him to the bedroom. She dropped his hand and stood in front
of him. "Hurry," she pleaded.
"Hurry what?"
"Unwrap your present and fuck me, I�m so goddamned horny I can�t
see straight."
Rick smiled mischievously. "But honey I�m all sweaty from work, I
need to take a shower."
"Please Rick," Connie whined.
Rick chuckled, he couldn�t remember ever seeing Connie this wound
up. "Okay, okay, but let me see my present one more time." He
made a circular motion with his finger. Connie did a quick
pirouette. Rick stepped to Connie and pulled her tight against
him. His lips mashed against hers as Connie moaned her approval
into his mouth. He held her there against him, his hands cupping
her ass cheeks, feeling the soft warmth of her body through his
clothes. He tugged upward and Connie broke the kiss, raising her
arms above her head to allow the nightie to slip unimpeded up her
body. Rick took his time, slowly sliding the nightie up her body,
drinking in each glorious inch of her body as it came into view.
When he exposed her nipple he sucked it into his mouth. Connie�s
knees buckled and Rick swooped her up in his arms and laid her
softly on the bed.
Rick quickly tore off his shirt while he kicked off his shoes. He
hurriedly unbuckled his belt and jeans, shucking them and his
underwear over his hips and to the floor in one quick motion.
Connie lay there on the bed, her legs spread wantonly, licking
her lips as she watched him undress. Rick climbed onto the bed
between her legs. "Fuck me!" Connie begged. Rick fisted his cock
and guided it to the lips of her pussy; he paused for a half
second as Connie moaned at the touch, then...
-----
"No, too fast, too fast," I thought. He needs to slow down, tease
her. It�s Valentine�s Day, he wants to cherish her, make slow
passionate love, not wham, bam, thank you, mam. I closed my eyes,
trying to envision the scene in my head.
"Oh good Christ, would you knock that shit off!" a female voice
shouted.
My eyes flew open, I looked around my office but no one was
there. I got up and opened the door, peering into the hall, no
one there either. Everyone was asleep; I could hear the soft
gentle snores of my wife. Our dog was lying on the landing and he
peered up at me with a questioning look on his face. "Must be
hearing things," I thought and closed the door and sat back down
on my chair. "Just a figment of my imagination."
"You�re right about that," the voice said.
"Oh God, psych ward here I come," I thought.
"You�re fine," the voice laughed. "Close your eyes."
"What?" I thought.
"Close your eyes. Trust me."
What did I have to lose? I closed my eyes and was immediately
rewarded with a vision of Connie as I had left her; her legs
spread invitingly, her pussy swollen with desire, wet and ready
to be fucked. "Great, loony and horny, what a combination," I
thought.
Connie smiled at me. "Good, if you�re horny finish the fucking
story."
"Naw, I have to rewrite it, it�s too fast for what I�m trying to
convey."
"Spare me," she said. "Of all the fucking writers on ASS you�re
the one that has to dream me up. What�s wrong with a couple just
ripping their clothes off and going at it?"
"Nothing when I�m in the mood to write it. But this is a
Valentine�s Day story. I was going for slow, sensual, that sort
of thing."
"Yeah, well, I wasn�t and I�m the character," she said huffily.
"I�m the writer and I control you," I laughed.
"Not as much as you think," she spat, anger flaring in her green
eyes. "That�s another thing, what is it with you and green eyes?"
"I like them."
"Tough shit, I like getting fucked, and it ain�t happening. Give
me blue eyes."
"Wouldn�t match the babydoll then."
"So change it."
I felt my hand reaching for my mouse. "Hey," I thought and opened
my eyes.
"Shit, almost worked," Connie�s voice said in my head.
I closed my eyes and Connie was back, smiling naughtily. "Can�t
blame a girl for trying, can you?"
"I guess not." I studied her. "You really are quite beautiful."
"So tell the world about me, describe me in detail."
"Why?"
"So it will make some guy hot for me. Hell, somebody ought to get
off in this story."
I felt for the keyboard and typed. "Rick plunged his cock inside
her. "Yes," Connie screamed, her back arched tightly. When he hit
bottom he disappeared in a puff of smoke, consumed by their
passion."
"Bastard," she hissed.
"Did you get off? Cause Rick sure did." Even she had to laugh at
that.
"OK, you made your point. Look all I want is for you to continue
the story the way that it had been going. Let us fuck like
bunnies. Let his prick pulse passionately, pound perniciously.
Hey, alliteration! Put that in there and it�ll look like you know
what the fuck you�re doing, and maybe finally I�ll get to cum."
I laughed. "I put that in there and they�ll drum me out of the
corps. You saw what happened to my spotlight on �Breakup.�
That�s the last time I�ll ever use viol in a story code. I�d
never live down that line."
"Suit yourself. Please. Bring Rick back and let us fuck with
abandon. I promise, as wound up as I am I�ll be ready to go right
away. As soon as I get him hard again you can do it as slow and
as long as you want."
"It�s my story!"
"It�s my fuck!"
She had a point. Two of them actually, sitting way up firm and
high. (My apologies to Bob Seger.)
"Now you�re doing music! Christ I should have got myself off
while I had the chance."
"I wouldn�t let you."
She stuck her tongue out at me. It was a very attractive tongue,
soft and pink.
"Let Rick cum and I�ll put it to good use," she said. "Wouldn�t
that be hot, me licking our cum off his cock."
It would but I wouldn�t admit it to her.
"Please, please let me get off."
Man she was so hot lying there, begging for her release. I was
tempted.
"I promise you when I cum it�ll be so hard and long it�ll make
people�s modems melt."
Yeah right, I have to write it and I don�t write that well.
"Alright, alright, you�re the writer. You want a long slow
buildup you�ve got it. Since noon I had been thinking of nothing
else but coming home and ripping Rick�s clothes off when he came
through the door and fucking his brains out. My panties were
soaked all day."
"No they weren�t," I interrupted.
"Were too, I ought to know."
"I didn�t write it."
"Your loss. Anyway, then I went to the mall and bought my
babydoll and that made me hotter, then the clerk was giving me
the eye and that raised it another notch. I come home, take a
shower all the while making myself hotter and hotter. How much
more buildup do you want?"
"I want him to caress you, tease open the lips of your pussy,
lick you softly, hearing your sighs."
"Yeah, yeah. Meanwhile I�m lying there, my cunt flowing like
Niagara Falls and all I want is his prick buried deep inside me.
Look there�s a time for slow sensual fucking, this isn�t it."
I was getting tired of this. After all, I write the story. I
grabbed the keyboard.
-----
plunged deep inside her. "Yes," Connie screamed, her hips bucking
under him. Her back was arched tightly as she convulsed around
his cock. Rick withdrew and rammed home again, sending Connie
over the edge a second time. He pounded into her, ground against
her as she orgasmed continuously. She grabbed her nipples and
twisted, the pain overridden by the pleasure. Her breath was a
short ragged pant that couldn�t keep up with the oxygen her brain
desperately needed to stay conscious. Rick drove into her deeply.
She could feel his cock throbbing inside her as he shot spurt
after spurt of his cum into her womb. "Oh fuck," she moaned as
she convulsed tightly around him and passed out.
-----
I waited for her to come to. "Satisfied?" I asked.
"Very," she purred. "Now that�s how to fuck. Post it."
"I don�t think so, I don�t like it."
"Why the fuck not, it was hot."
"It wasn�t what I wanted, I�ll try again tomorrow." I moved the
mouse pointer over the x and clicked. A message box came up and
asked if I wanted to save my work.
"You wouldn�t."
"Yeah I would." I moved the cursor over �no�.
"Noooo!" she screamed.
I clicked. After all, she told me what she wanted and she was the
character.
End