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Subject: {ASSM} The Book of Azan - preview <*> {Erato} (MF oral toys)
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Date: Mon, 13 Jun 2011 17:10:02 -0400
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Author: Erato
Title: The Book of Azan - preview
Keywords: MF, oral, toys

I am writing my first ever erotic story. Well, the first that's 
existed any place outside my own head. This is an excerpt which 
pretty much stands on its own, so I thought I'd distribute it to 
get an idea of what people think of my writing style etc. If you 
have any questions, suggestions, advice, reviews or anything else 
that you'd like to share with me, then this email address is 
monitored, and I'll also keep an eye on ASSD for any messages with 
"Erato" or "Azan" in the subject header.

The full story (almost novel length) will follow once it's 
finished. I'm not posting this preview in an effort to drum up 
business for a pay-only story. It is my intention that the full 
story will also be made freely available as soon as it is ready.

As I said, this part of the story pretty much stands on its own. It 
serves mostly to introduce a character who will appear in the 
sequel. (That's right, not finished the first one, and I've already 
started planning sequels!) The only reference to the rest of the 
story is a character called Katie, who is a virgin that the 
narrator has made an arrangement with to deflower.

----

On the Wednesday before our meeting was due to take place, I had to 
go into London for a meeting with a potential new client. Boring 
database work, but it would probably pay well. The meeting went 
well, and by two o'clock I left their office with a promise that 
they'd call me with a firm offer early next week.

Walking back to the station, I had to go through Soho, London's red 
light district, full of seedy bars, adult bookshops and sex shops. 
On an impulse I decide to pop in to a sex shop, "Venus HQ", to pick 
up some supplies for the weekend. Katie had said she wanted to try 
anything and everything, and I had a feeling that some of those 
things might require 'props'.

I smiled at the cute blond girl behind the counter and started 
browsing the shelves. They had a small movie selection including a 
range of DVDs from more arty films like "Rochelle, Rochelle" to the 
more hard-core sounding "Lesbian Spank Inferno". There were the 
usual variety of inflatable women, some more realistic than others, 
and inflatable animals, presumably intended as joke gifts. I picked 
up a small jar of lubrication and then came to the dildos section 
of the store, in so far as the store was really divided into 
'sections'.

I was amazed at the variety and the sheer number of dildos 
available. Some were geometrically shaped, ranging from three inch, 
slim, pink, plastic rods with vibrating mechanisms, to larger and 
more expensive six and nine inch one-piece moulded brushed steel 
truncheons. Others were more anatomically correct, with bulging 
veins and engorged heads, and ranging up to implausible sizes, with 
the biggest an 18 inch black cock, with a tear-inducing head and a 
shaft as thick as my arm. Also, there were various others in 
unusual shapes, unlike any organ a man has in nature, designed to 
pleasure women in two or three different places simultaneously, or 
for the use of two women simultaneously.

I chose a small, blue plastic vibrator, about three or four inches 
long and about half an inch in diameter, plus a thicker, eight-inch 
skin-coloured dildo with a slightly rubbery feel to it and a little 
(but not much) flexibility. Another product that caught my eye was 
a small, egg-shaped white vibrator, attached to a short cord. At 
the other end of the cord was the control dial and battery 
compartment.

"That one's no good," said the blond girl, who appeared behind me. 
"This one's better," she said, "it's bigger, but the motor inside 
is well stronger. When it's turned up to full, it almost feels like 
it's gonna jump out of ya mouth! They're great!"

Jessica, as her name badge revealed, was shorter than she looked 
when sitting behind the counter. About the same height as Katie. 
She had short, light blond hair, a silver nose stud and was wearing 
shocking pink lipstick. She was wearing black denim three-quarter 
length jeans and a tight white T-shirt. Her breasts were on the 
large side of average, but not huge. She looked very young to be 
working in a shop like this - I wouldn't have pegged her for being 
much over the age of 16, but to work in one of those places, you 
have to be 18. Or I assume you do.

"Thanks," I said, picking up her recommendation, and embarrassedly 
wondered if she thought the love-egg was for my own use. To make it 
clear that I was planning on using these things with a partner I 
motioned towards a pair of handcuffs. "I was thinking about these - 
um, two pairs. But how can I be sure they work? I don't want to end 
up chained up with these things, and not be able to get them back 
open."

"Come back here," she said, "I'll show you."

With that she walked over to the door and slid the bolt shut, 
turning around the 'closed' sign that hung on the window. She 
slapped one end of a pair of handcuffs around my right wrist and 
led me behind the counter and through the door. She fastened the 
other end of the handcuffs around a sort of metal cage thing.

I looked around the room which was mostly dark, but with a few 
shafts of natural light. The big metal doors were slightly ajar and 
a cool breeze was blowing through the gap. They weren't open wide 
enough to really see outside, but I assumed that this was a loading 
bay leading onto some kind of alley. A loading bay that had hardly 
been used since more innocent times when it would have taken 
delivery of vegetables, or fish, or meat or something. But I didn't 
really have the time or inclination to ponder the original use of 
the building as Jessica tore down my trousers and got onto her 
knees.

"You can tell me to stop at any time," she said and and beamed up 
at me.

She slipped her hand into my boxers and released my growing dick, 
then pulled down my pants so that they were around my ankles. She 
shuffled up close to me and took my dick in her hands, resting her 
face up against me so that the end of her nose was nestled at the 
base, near my balls, with my shaft lying on her nose and forehead 
and her short cropped hair tickling its head. She stayed there for 
a few seconds, and I could feel each breath from her nostrils as 
the warm air caressed my balls in the cold room.

I couldn't believe what was happening as I felt the moist warmth of 
her tongue on lightly press against my scrotum. I watched as she 
very slowly ran her pierced tongue along the underside of my shaft, 
lingering momentarily at the tip. 

She turned away and reached over to where I'd dropped my shopping 
on the ground in the confusion. As she leaned over, twisting 
sideways, I looked her smooth back, and could see the shape of her 
spine through her tight t-shirt. I could see a little of the 
curvature of her bottom down the back of her jeans, and the top of 
her butt crack. As she straightened herself back up, I noticed that 
she was holding the unwrapped 'love egg' in her right hand.

With both hands, she parted my legs and used her thumb to push the 
egg into my arse. I felt a sharp pain as the egg forced its way 
through my tight sphincter, but within seconds it gave way to 
relief when the device had positioned itself in a less sensitive 
part of my posterior - only the slim cord was now hanging out of my 
bum. The sensation was unusual but not uncomfortable at all. 

Jessica turned her attention back to my front end, wrapping her 
left hand around my now fully erect cock, and teasing the underside 
of the head with the tip of her tongue. With her right hand, she 
slowly turned the dial on the control box and I felt a low 
vibration in my bowels. It was the same kind of feeling you get 
when your stomach rumbles when you're hungry, but fainter - a mere 
wisp of a feeling - not that I noticed that much with everything 
else that the gorgeous blond was doing.

She wrapped her lips around the head of my dick, finally enveloping 
it in the warm moisture of her mouth. Her tongue continued to 
circle around the head, with the piercing rubbing against the 
underside. She poked the tip of her tongue against my opening while 
she turned up the dial on the egg. The rumbling was more noticeable 
now, but to distract me from it again, she slowly started to slide 
her lips down the length of my penis until she'd taken as much of 
me as she could into her hot mouth without gagging.

As slowly and deliberately as she'd gone down, she came back up 
again. As each inch of dick came back out of her mouth, I could 
feel the cold air of the room against the now glistening wet skin. 
Flecks of the girl's pink lipstick were visible around my shaft, so 
I could see clearly how far she'd gone down. I'd been five, maybe 
six inches into her mouth, and I'm not going to lie to you, that's 
almost the whole way: another inch and a half and she'd have 
reached the base.

After wrapping her warm lips around the head again, the started 
working her left hand up and down the length of the shaft, as if 
she was trying to pump my dick into her mouth. Slowly and lightly 
at first, but after a few strokes, she started to grip more tightly 
and move a bit faster. She upped the power to the love egg with her 
right hand and I could feel it vibrating away in my bowels.

As she pumped my dick, she twisted her head slightly from side to 
side, and I felt a slight twisting sensation on the head of my dick 
and her lips moved around it. I could see the bulges in her cheek, 
caused by the head of my pick pressing against the inside of her 
mouth, and noticed the light freckling on her pale skin.

Then she was moving backwards and forwards, not going as deep as 
she'd gone before, but taking my dick into her mouth repeatedly in 
shorter shallow strokes. Her hand was moving synchronised with her 
mouth: as her head went down on the end of my dick, her left hand 
stroked downwards towards its base; as she pulled her head back, 
she stroked back towards the tip. It felt like fucking a nice warm 
pussy, but one with a bit of metal near the end.

She switched so that she was moving in the opposite way, with each 
stroke of her hand pushing my dick further into her mouth as she 
went down, and pulling it away again as she came up. A slight 
change in style which produced an entirely different sensation. Her 
saliva was lubricating my cock, covering her slender fingers, and 
running down the base of my dick, dripping off my balls. I could 
feel each drop caressing me as it gathered at the bottom of my 
scrotum and fell. The saliva no longer felt cold on my skin, but my 
whole package felt enveloped in a warm wetness.

As she dialled up the power on the love egg again, she grabbed my 
balls in her left hand, gently massaging them. This beautiful blond 
was now moving her head up and down along my shaft, sucking and 
swirling as she took me deeper and deeper into her mouth with each 
attempt. With my free hand, I grabbed her short hair and pulled her 
closer onto me, trusting forward with my hips, and plunging my dick 
into her face until her lips were wrapped around the base of my 
shaft. She looked up to me with her big blue eyes, with her mouth 
full of my dick and held it in for a few seconds. She slid me out 
and gasped for breath.

"Now, that's what I'm talking about!" she screamed.

My cock was now almost ready to erupt, but sensing that I was close 
to cumming, she turned her attention to my balls, to delay the 
inevitable. She released them from her hand and I watched as she 
slid her left hand down the front of her jeans. She started rubbing 
herself while licking my scrotum with her pierced tongue. The 
feeling that I was close to cumming started to subside. The egg 
shaking in my rectum was giving me a faint feeling of wanting to 
pee. I could smell the sweet scent of her pussy as her juices 
started flowing. 

Still holding the control box, Jessica put her arm around behind 
me, pulling me towards her while her lips went round the head of my 
cock. I plunged deep inside her throat again as she grabbed hold of 
my arse-cheeks and swallowed me down to the hilt. I could feel the 
head of my cock forcing its way from the warm cave of her mouth in 
and out of the narrow entrance to her throat.

The teen-aged girl gazed up at me as her head bobbed up and down on 
my engorged rod, sometimes pulling away, gagging, only to return 
moments later to the front line, pulling me deep inside her mouth. 
All the while she was enthusiastically rubbing away at her own 
snatch, with the scent of her quim growing ever stronger in the 
loading bay.

I started to feel the familiar build-up of tension in my loins and 
knew that I was going to cum hard. Again, with my free hand, I 
grabbed the back of her head and started thrusting hard. She let go 
of my buttocks and I felt the power in the egg ramping up. Now it 
was like there was someone or something alive in my arse. As I 
thrust into her face, it felt like that same thrusting was 
happening inside me.

She looked up at me again, with her big blue eyes catching mine. 
She'd let go of the control box and was now kneading at her pert 
breasts with one hand, while still rubbing her pussy, ever more 
vigorously with her left hand. Her mouth was full of my cock and I 
was almost ready to explode. As I pulled her skull towards me, I 
felt the head of my cock push into her tight throat again and a 
torrent of cum coated the inside of her neck. My rectal muscles 
contracted, gripping hard around the pulsating egg and pulling it 
in even further. My knees gave way and I collapsed, still suspended 
from the wrist by the handcuffs. As I dropped, my still-erect dick 
slid out of her mouth, leaving a trail of thick jism down her chin 
and onto her clean white t-shirt.

After powering down the egg, she came hard too, her left arm moving 
fast and powerfully, probably penetrating herself deeply with 
three, maybe four fingers. She moaned loudly and crouched down 
lower to take my dick into her mouth again, sending shivers up my 
spine. She sucked hard, slurping up every drop, and using her right 
hand to sweep the cum off her chin and into her mouth, while her 
left was still stroking her sweet crotch, now more slowly and 
gently. As she sucked, I felt her shake as a shiver rippled through 
her body.

I managed to straighten myself back up and stood there helpless, 
half-naked, limp-dicked and chained up while she took a few minutes 
to recover from her orgasm. She stood up and held her cum-soaked 
left hand under my nose. I could smell her scent, and leaned 
forward to lick her fingers clean, tasting the salty sweetness of 
her cunt, lingering on the last finger, the smallest, and taking a 
deep inward breath through my nose to savour the last of her 
juices.

She bent down and slipped the egg out of my arse, sending a shiver 
up my spine, almost equal to another orgasm. She tossed the soiled 
egg aside and said, "I'll get you another one."

She reached into her pocket to produce a small keyring, and 
unfastened the cuffs from the metal cage wall. I opened my mouth to 
thank her. "Sssh," she said, "you'll only ruin the moment." She 
went through to the front of the store, leaving me to clean myself 
up and dress myself again. I unfastened the handcuffs from my wrist 
and went back out to the store.

Although I can't have been back there for long, when I went back to 
the front of the shop, I found that she'd opened up the shop and 
another customer was already browsing its wares - a young guy with 
ginger hair, can't have been much older than 16. I went to the 
counter, she took the handcuffs from me and slipped them into an 
unmarked bag that was in front of her. 

"I think that everything you wanted is in here," said Jessica, 
"plus a few surprises from me." I began to take out my wallet to 
pay, but she gestured that I should forget it and added, "consider 
your debt settled."

As I left the store, I passed the kid who was browsing the shelves 
and whispered, "I recommend the handcuffs here."

----

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