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