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Subject: {ASSM} Eat The Rich :: The Paperwork
Date: Wed, 30 Apr 2003 18:10:04 -0400
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Eat The Rich :: The Paperwork
ellem52@mail.com
MF, non con, cuckold, mast
---
Can you vote in the USA?  Does sex make you happy?  Got a good
grip on reality vs. fantasy?  If you answered YES to these
questions read on.
---
Blaine Masterson checked his cuffs.  Perfect.  Looking around his
house, mansion, he realized few things in his life weren't
perfect.  The car was waiting for him in the circular driveway. 
Blaine kissed his wife on the cheek as she slept and walked down
to the main floor, his seventeen hundred dollar shoes clacked in
the enormous main hall.  He got into the open door held by the
driver.  A modest looking man, thick and solid.  Blaine wondered
if his pecs were as defined as his own.  They began the trip into
Manhattan.
Blaine intercommed to the driver, "Will there be much traffic
getting in?"
"I don't think so Mr. Masterson.  The navigation system is
clean."
As always the ride went without any further speaking.  Marco knew
that Mr. Masterson thought he was better than him, and if looks
and money was the gauge, then he was.  Marco liked his job and
made enough money to enjoy life.  Marco often wondered if the
gauge of man was set on happiness if he wouldn't be a much better
man that Mr. Masterson.
At 59th and 3rd Blaine uncharacteristically intercommed Marco
again.  "Marco!  I have forgotten paperwork at home!"
"Sir?"
"Can you go back to my home and get it?  I need it by 3 o'clock
today at my office."
"I have other fares sir."
"Marco, I'll pay you for the entire day and you should still be
able to pick up most of your fares.  It only takes 40 minutes to
get back to my house."
"Yes sir."
Marco had no other fares today.  He was back on the road and
nearly to Mr. Masterson's home in less than 30 minutes since he
moved against the traffic and could speed.  He barreled into the
circular drive and bolted for the door.  He rang the bell
expecting to be handed some paperwork and to head directly back
to the city.  Instead he was greeted at the door by a woman, Mrs.
Masterson.
She was thin, but strong looking, like a dancer or a runner.  Her
breasts were a bit larger than most female athletes and Marco
wondered if she'd been an athlete and forced to quit when her
chest came in.  Her hair was red and against the tight yellow
Adidas workout tank with three silver stripes that ran down her
slender waist to her hips it seemed very dark.  She wore black
Adidas tights with silver stripes that matched perfectly with the
top.  She wore no underwear under her clothing, at least none
that Marco could perceive under her skin tight gear.  She smiled,
somewhat confused.
"He's already left."
"I took him to the city ma'am," Marco said nervously, he was
finding himself very aroused and he feared it would be showing
though his cheap trousers, "He sent me back to get some papers he
needs for this afternoon."
"Come in, he hasn't called.  I guess they are upstairs."
Marco stood by the door and Mrs. Masterson walked to the
staircase.
"Come on, follow me," she said with a disarming smile.  She saw
the long hard look Marco had given her ass. 
"Yes ma'am."
"Jennifer.  Please call me Jennifer.  And your name?"
"Marco."
"Oh, you are my husband's regular driver.  He likes you very
much."
"Thank you," Marco said staring straight into her tits as she
extended her slender arm, offering her hand for a shake.
Jennifer Masterson was impressed by Marco's firm handshake.  As
if he considered her an equal.  Most men would hold her hand like
a rose petal.  She hated that.  Blue collar guys like Marco were
the salt of the Earth.  Good men.  She shook her head at him as
if to say, "OK."  And as she turned to walk up the stairs she
pulled the scrunchie off of her left wrist and put her hair in a
loose pony tail.
There was something in her motion.  The way both her hands were
above her head and her breasts could be seen from behind her. 
The way her ass looked.  There was something that made Marco
extremely aroused.  Painfully erect.  Something in the way she
bounded up the stairs that made him think of having her. 
Something about the way Blaine Masterson disregarded him, the way
he was alone with Jennifer, something about the whole scenario. 
It was as if he had to take her.  He'd never had to force any
woman into having sex, he wanted to force this one.
When they got to the bedroom Jennifer Masterson looked for
paperwork on her husband's night table.  She made sure to keep
her back to Marco.  He seemed like a decent man trying to earn a
decent living.  Jennifer respected that about him.  He also
seemed like a man who could probably show a woman a good time in
bed.  Although she had no proof Jennifer, raised in wealth,
thought it likely that blue collar men made love with more...
verve.  Despite her looks Jennifer had only three lovers in her
life.  He first boyfriend Chastain, a fling with a woman in
college who gave her her first orgasm and Blaine whose dashing
good looks and excellent build made him the best lover of the
three.  His body was proportioned and she found his manhood to be
quite filling.  She stole a glance at Marco's bulge and knew that
Marco was manlier than Blaine, if size were the gauge by which
manhood was measured.
Marco felt himself disconnecting.  He felt as if something were
guiding him. As if he was no longer in control.  He'd never hurt
a man or woman in his life.  He'd grown up un Brooklyn in a
depressed area that was kept safe by street toughs.  He'd never
been in any fights or needed to prove himself.  Although his
brother had often, Marco avoided all confrontation by merely
being Sal's kid brother.  Sal had taken to a life a petty crime
and actually bankrolled Marco's first limo.  Sal, despite his
short comings, was always on the look out for Marco and shielded
him from the life.  Marco was not moving his hand when it
happened. 
Marco's hand slapped Jennifer's ass.  His palm covering most of
her lower cheeks and his fingers pressed into her hot sex.  He
left his hand there, feeling her skin heat up from the slap.  He
tightened his grip on her crotch, Jennifer gasped.  She reached
down into her thighs trying to pry his fingers from her crotch,
fingers that were moving in a way that making her prepared for
intercourse.  Fingers that were making her pussy soaking wet.
"Marco!"
He said nothing.  He felt nothing, but the raging erection
between his legs.  He could barely hear her gasps as his fingers
pushed the slickened spandex into her split mound.  Every motion
finding her clit, the seam, his fingers, her juices lubricating
her.  His big paw grinding into her.  He pushed her easily onto
the bed despite her excellent tone he found her weak and soft. 
She struggled underneath him.  Her yells seemed muffled in
Marco's head but they were not.  She pleaded with him to stop
even as he drove her to orgasm.  Marco ripped her tights along
the seam with little effort.  He felt wildly strong.  He broke
his trouser button ripping his own pants open to free his huge
erection.  
For a moment his clarity returned and he looked down and saw Mrs.
Masterson below him, his ring and index finger deep in her
hairless slit, his thumb over the crack of her gorgeous ass.  His
other hand between her shoulder blades pinning her to the bed. 
Her left tit, wrapped in tight yellow spandex.  She was gasping,
her hips were pumping, she was groaning.
"Ugh, ugh, ugh, uh, oh God.  Oh God don't do this to me," as
Marco continued finger fucking her through her torn tights. 
Marco spun her over and continued his assault on her lithe body,
wracking her with orgasms.  His left hand molested her large,
bra-less, tits.  They were soft and under the tight spandex moved
together as he roughly shook them.  Her legs opened wide for his
fingers as she came, soiling the bed with her gushing lubricant.
The phone rang but Marco did not care.  Jennifer was surprised he
didn't stop her from answering it.
"Blaine!  He's raping me!  Help me!  Ugh!  Unngh!"
Blaine sat dumbfounded in his large executive chair.  Jennifer
was being raped in his house.  On his bed.  On one hand he needed
to call the police.  On the other the sounds of her body cumming
from whoever was raping her were intoxicating.  His wife being
taken.  His wife cumming.
Marco took the phone from Jennifer's weakening grip.  His mastery
of her pussy was sapping her of her energy.  Her body betrayed
her words.  Everything about her body was prepared for sex,
whereas her mouth said, "No," when it wasn't moaning.  Marco
positioned himself to plunge his ten inch weapon into her sopping
mess.  He maneuvered the fat head of his cock so that it slid up
and down her slick lips.  He waited.  She was helpless to stop
him yet he merely rubbed himself on her.  It was making her say
things.  It was beginning to scatter her thoughts.  He was raping
her, but he hadn't yet.  Her body.  Her mind.  Breaking.
"Fuck meeeee....  UGH!"
The words released Marco and he devastated her with his massive
tool.  In one swift hip thrust he had driven her to pain, ecstasy
and madness.  She felt herself squeezing her full breasts as he
began his assault on her sex.  His thick member crashing deeper
and deeper into her softest, untouched folds.  Filling her with
cock in ways she only imagined while masturbating in the pool
house when she was a teen.  Marco fulfilled her fantasies of
rough, blue collar sex, and surpassed them with his expert
knowledge of her body.  His cock stretched her pussy in every
direction but the natural curve of his staff worked like a probe
yanking the front side of her pussy making her body crackle,
electric, alive.
With both hands pressed into the soft pillow-top bed and his cock
ramming the tender body of Mrs. Masterson into orgasm after
orgasm Marco regained clarity.  His thoughts returned to him as
Jennifer, eyes crazed, grabbed him with both hands by the neck
and snaked her wicked tongue into his mouth kissing him deeply. 
Marco continued to fuck her as if his life were in the balance. 
He began slamming himself into her and then leaving his cock
buried deep inside of her, as if she would feel the initial
thrust more if he did this.
Jennifer was gasping from the sensation of Marco's tremendous
penis and his amazing ability to grind her deepest places.   He
was unrelenting.  She screamed filthy things out to him as he
controlled her with sex.  Mastered her body.  Learned its
secrets.
Blaine Masterson listened intently on the receiver as his wife
was forced to be fucked by some man with what sounded like a
gigantic dick.  His wife squealing the filthy things he'd heard
in X Rated movies and forced his whores and escorts to say to
him.  His secretary rubbing his cock as he listened to his wife's
body explodes with another orgasm.
Again Marco rolled her over from the missionary to doggy
position.  He savagely penetrated her from behind, her slick sex
offering no resistance as he quickly reached the bottom of her
tight cunt.  She screamed out.  He did it over and over driving
Jennifer into agony and frenzy.  Her ass fucked back at Marco,
bucking like a rutting animal.  Her tits bounced in sympathy with
his animalistic thrusts.  In a smooth motion her tits were freed
from the Adidas tank as Marco simply removed it by grabbing it
from the front and pulling it out of her now moist body.
The cool air hitting her sweating tits felt like a thousand
tongues on her at once.  Jennifer came hard as Marco stuffed her
full of himself.  He pulled her up as he pounded her from behind.
 Her squeals and grunts moving through the phone line to her
husband's ear.  She reached her arms behind her head grabbed
Marco's jutting her tits out from her ribs.  He continued making
her howl.  She could not hear her husband cumming into the hand
of his secretary.
Blaine looked down at his now shriveling penis and realized he
would never make his wife cum again.  Ms. Bloberg wiped his four
inches clean and removed the rubber gloves he insisted she wear.
Her short leather skirt was hiked up around her waist, her black,
garter less, thigh high stockings showing as she sat her bare ass
on Mr. Masterson's mahogany desk.  She pried the phone from his
fingers and listened as Mrs. Masterson was in the throes of an
orgasm Ms. Bloberg would love to have.  She began fingering
herself without the gloves immediately and put the phone on
speaker.
Marco's thoughts clouded again as Jennifer shook in orgasm, her
pussy spraying them both with her thick cum.  Jennifer yelped as
he pulled his manhood from her leaving her empty for the first
time in nearly an hour.  Marco finished rending her tights
leaving her with spandex clad legs.  He sucked her tits for a
moment and then pulled her legs off of the side of the bed.  She
was prone to him.
Jennifer knew what was to come.  She'd seen it in Blaine's
disgusting DVD collection.  She'd never fantasized about it and
she didn't know anyone who'd done it or had it done to them. 
Well her uncle was a homosexual but no had ever asked him about
his sex life.  She realized her body was positioned perfectly for
this act.  She realized that Marco controlled her body.  She
realized she wanted him to take this from her.  Then he shattered
her.
The screams were so loud though the speaker phone between Ms.
Bloberg's long, spread legs that the vibration thrilled her. 
Blaine listened intently as his wife screamed about her ass and
he knew.  Ms. Bloberg knew as she came violently on Mrs.
Masterson's scream, "Oh my GOD!  You're KILLING ME!  FUCK MY
FUCKING ASS MARCO!" 
They listened as Marco made his first sounds, grunting like a
beast.  He clutched her hips and fucked Jennifer with abandon. 
He was fully inside her.  All of his meat buried in her tiny ass.
 He was fucking her senseless.  He was fucking her into complete
submission.  But in Marco's clouded mind he was simply following
orders.  They didn't  seem to be coming from anywhere.  It was as
if they were always in him simply waiting for the moment to
reveal themselves.  He followed them none-the-less.  Battering
his fare's wife as she squealed helplessly beneath him.
Ms. Bloberg composed herself after her body recovered from her
fingering.  She leaned over and kissed Mr. Masterson lightly on
the cheek as he listened, mouth agape, to his wife's rape.
"Jesus, listen to her.  You'll never satisfy her again.  Not with
that tiny cock.  But don't you worry Blaine, I'll take care the
little fella.  I like the way you taste."  She hopped off of his
desk and walked back to her desk.
Jennifer was grunting from the deepest parts of her soul as Marco
plumbed the deepest parts of her bowels.  His cock was so large
it was crushing her vagina walls onto her clit.  She felt
complete, full.  Her thoughts were only on his reaming rod.  She
propped herself up on her elbows, exhausted.  Marco's thrusts
were coming faster and faster leaving her no time to recover from
the previous one.  She was covered in sweat, his and hers.  Her
thighs slathered with her own cum, leaving the black spandex wet
to her mid thigh.  A thread of drool started to drip its way out
of her slack mouth.
Marco exploded inside of her.  His hot blast finishing Jennifer
completely.  Her pussy spurted viscous lubricant.  He pumped her
as he unloaded inside her ass, burning her shredded anus.  He
pulled her up to him as he pulled his cock from her, still oozing
cum.  They kissed in silence for several minutes.  Jennifer was
spent, and flopped onto the bed when Marco let her go.  The phone
was next to her and she heard Blaine.
"Are you OK?  What's happening?"
"Oh Blaine, I've just been thoroughly and completely fucked.  I
have never cum so hard.  I feel like a complete slut.  I am a
complete slut."
"Ask him where the paper work is," Marco reminded her as he tried
to close his trousers without a functioning button.
"Mmmm.  Blaine, where's that paperwork you needed?"
"It was in my bag the whole time."
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