Subject: Re: {ASSD} How to Give a Blow Job (NC-17) 
         (Redundant, of course) 
Date: Fri, 23 Jun 2000 15:35:53 -0400 
From: Kenny N Gamera <turtlemeat69@notmail.com> 
Reply-To: alt.sex.stories.d 
Organization: Rubber Turtles Anonymous 
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.d 
 
Daphne Xu wrote: 
 
> Hi Katie 
 
> That's sad.  Hope things can work out.  Everyone makes 
> mistakes at one time or another. 
 
>> Get all my stories from my FTP site at www.asstr.org 
>> Extra.Newsguy.Com Members!  Read my new Sexuality article 
>> at extra.newsguy.com And make sure to purchase 
>> advertising space her, cheap! 
 
> As an example, look at the word between "space" and 
> "cheap." 
 
> -- Daphne 
 
Space Her, Cheap!  (sci-fi, prost, snuff) 
 
    Being thrown from an airlock in the seamier section of 
the space station was not one of the best tricks that Stacy 
had  turned since going into orbit, but the last hour's gang 
rape by twenty hard and ready Cetians did kind of make up 
for it.  She still felt their bluish gray love goo seeping 
from both her pussy and asshole.  The fluid that the little 
guy from Vega ejaculated after fucking her belly button 
tickled as it flowed down her stomach, as well.  Heck, even a 
couple of Space Marines, her first humans since leaving 
earth, joined in the orgy.  Then that damn Martian (why 
couldn't the geneticists have just left them extinct)suggested 
they finish her off.

    "Let's dump her out a lock!" were the exact words though 
with the amount of Dr.Pepper he had had (carbonation makes 
Martians high, go figure) and his ill-designed mouth made it 
sound like "Et sump hrou tock!"

    The green bastard didn't even screw her.

    Not that it would matter, 'cause the green "men" from 
Mars _are_ 'little.'   But it's the thought.  It stung her 
professional pride.

   They were met at the lock by LeRoy LeRoy, her pimp, 
brother, and quite possibly father (mom wasn't sure).  Thank 
God, she was able to page him before they could drag her away 
from that mutated semi-intelligent Venus Fly Trap that was 
eating her out on the pool table.  He stared up at the crowd 
of Space Marines, alien ambassadors, and otherlow-life, 
riffraff scum with as much menace as a short, plump thirty-
five year old man with terminal acne could generate which is 
a lot when he has a Street Sweeper 3000 fully automatic 
shotgun in his left hand.

   "Whacha all doin' wit ma ho?"

    One of the Marines shrugged, "they was goina chuck her 
out the lock."

    "Wha's you doin', than?"

    "Goina watch da show."

    "Ain't no show.  Ain't no uns spacin' ona my girls!"

    A large Beta Centurian shouted out, "We'll give you ten 
credits!"

    "Ten credits, shet!"  She was so proud of her big 
brother.  For about a breath. "Fifteen credits,  hard money,  
'n' up front, first!"

     "Aw, crap" was all she could say as they tossed me head 
first in the lock.

     The End.

     Author's Note:   Stacy through and accident of fate 
and time is saved at the nick of time by a space ship from 
another series of science fiction stories.  In 
events unchronicled by that author, Stacy becomes a sex slave to President Zaphod Beeblebrox IV and lives happily ever after, if dangling by her feet from a ceiling.

Thank You and Good Day, 
Kenny N. Gamera 
turtlemeat69@hotmail.com
