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Subject: {ASSM} Flesh Project Chapter 1:  Approved/Lola Schande (MF, oral, humil, gag, cons)
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The story begins, and two of ten characters are revealed (a third is
mentioned).

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FLESH PROJECT
CHAPTER 1 - APPROVED/LOLA SCHANDE

***

(from the blog of Dr. Richard Hardman, February 16, 2006)

Well, they approved it.  I can't believe they approved it, but they
did.  I was sitting in my chair actually sweating - I could fill drops
traveling from my forehead to the side of my face - when they voted us
into existence.  You hear that, fuckers?  We made it, even though you
tried to hold us down.

Man, I thought getting my cock vibrated by a scandalously young piece
of pussy was the only thing that could get me that hard.  But you
better believe I almost tilted the table with my dick when the vote
came down.  Bureaucrats, open up.  Swish it around in your mouth like
you like the taste.  Then swallow.  Your days of fucking with us are
over.

Surprise, surprise.  There were four men on the board and three women.
We won 4-3.  I'll be honest, though.  Even with the division along
gender lines, the only reason we're getting anywhere is because the
chairman is an absolute scumbag.  He wanted this to happen from day 1,
and really...he can handle a PR nightmare if it all blows open.

Tomorrow we're going to put out our underground..."ad"...(actually a
series of undercover agents) to try and generate some interest.  I
actually don't anticipate a problem.  In my travels I've seen a lot of
people who qualify for this sort of work, and they all have the sorts
of egos that we're going to require.

It takes a special sort of person to just strip away shame and every
ingrained hesitation that the world tries to plant, and fuck with
whatever is left over.  As much as you can for as long as you can.
Perfect bodies have a shelf life.  You'll have time to use your mind
after you've spent forty or so years letting tanned teenagers suck the
cum out of your fat cock.

We figure maybe 80% will walk out when they learn what sort of audition
they're actually there for.  Of the remaining 20%, we have to really be
strict in our requirements.  We don't want just normal people, but
freaks.  That's why were offering so much in return for what some
people would do for free.

We want not just the top 1%, but the top 1% of the top 1%.  More later.
 Nurse Wilder just stepped into the room, always a welcome event, and
she sat her perfect ass down on my lap and started massaging my cock
through my pants.  It's about time she had some dinner.

In case that was too ambiguous, I plan to have her suck my cock and
gargle my cum like it was Listerine.  Just making sure we're on the
same page.

Dick Hardman

RECORD ENDS

***

(from "Applicant Interview:  Lola Schandegger", dated Feb 22, 2006)

Well, we've found our first winner.  You wanted a good example of what
I mean, and this is it.  So pay attention while I get everything on the
record.

This bitch is an absolute score for us, though obviously we shouldn't
let her know it.  You can see from the photos that she's got a lot
going for her.  Generous tits (I loved how the nipples were poking
right through the fabric of that Pacino/Serpico midriff-bearing
T-shirt), a nice solid ass, and that pale, goth-whore skin that you
just *know* is going to show off every spot where her blood has
gathered.

Personally, I can barely wait to see her pussy-lips flush red when she
spreads her legs and slides down my giant cock.  Or her cheeks turn red
when she's licking up and down on, well...whatever we give her.  Her
black hair stands out sharply against the lack of tan, also.  And
that's not all that the black hair will stand out starkly against.

Our idea to make the room very hot worked perfectly.  I was already
soaked through my suit by the point her interview came around, so I
threw it into the corner and just wore my "Twelve Inch Dick" boxer
shorts.

Her first line was something like "Why is it so hot in he...whoa."
After she looked all the way down to my lap, her big green eyes were as
wide as saucers.  I thought I could detect an almost imperceptible
"gulp" in her throat, but maybe that was just my imagination.

Still, even after all these years, that reaction still pleases me.  She
had a lot of talking she wanted to do, and was asking me all sorts of
questions about the requirements of the job and so on.  I tuned her out
for the most part, I was just wondering how nicely her hot, white ass
would jiggle when I bent her over the table, spread her buttmeat, and
tickled her asshole with the underside of my cock.

She started to sweat in the heat almost immediately.  With a droplet
perched on her eyebrow, she looked as if she wanted to poise another
question.

"Take off your clothes if you're uncomfortable," I said.

She arched a glistening black eyebrow before sitting down on the chair
on the opposite side of the room.  When she spoke, I caught the
telltale flash of a pierced tongue.

"So, you guys have a pretty fucked up interview process."

It was true.  But she was interviewing for a fucked up job, and I told
her as much, adding:

"Take off your shirt.  I like Pacino as much as the next man, but it's
time to get some titties flopping around up in here."

She had plenty of titflesh to flop, too.  I could tell.  Instead of
taking her shirt off, though, she drew her tongue across her bottom
lip, rattling her tongue stud against the back of her teeth with a
"click".  She licked a bead of sweat from the corner of her mouth as
she chuckled out an exhale.  I, of course, imagined it was a drop of
something else.

...

Namely, my thick man-semen.  (There it is.  I don't like ambiguity in
these applicant reports.)

"I can't believe I'm doing this," she said, hesitant (and, I could
tell, resigned).

She crossed her arms over her head, lifted the bottom of her
tight-fitting ladies' tee, and hoisted it up and over her ample tits,
lifting them slightly before they were released to crash back down on
her ghost-pale chest.  They were as magnificent as I had hoped.  Milky
white, with big, brown, raised areolas and nips like double-sized #2
pencil erasers.  No sign of any imperfections...except for a small mole
right in between.  And honestly, the mole was the icing on the cake.

She threw her shirt in my direction as an afterthought.  It landed
perched on the rising tent in my boxer shorts.  We both chuckled a
little, and she jiggled her upper body a little to set her snow-white
tits bouncing.

She smiled from one corner of her mouth.  "You like?", she asked.  The
look on her face said she already knew the answer.  It was time for me
to go to work.  But first, I stuffed her shirt inside my pants and
wrapped it around my pulsating dick.  That threw her off a little.  I
quickly saw in her face the disdain of every untouchable girl I ever
wanted, the sort of chick who would grimace to be told she was capable
of something as dirty as swallowing a load.

"Hey!" she said, beginning to bluster..

"You won't be needing it for a while," I said, cutting her off.  "Pull
on those nipples a little.  Get them hard."

She did so, catching each raised titmound between three fingers and
massaging her stretched nips, pulling the skin of her breasts taut.
She exhaled slightly.  "I bet you enjoy watching this," she said.

It was time to nip the cybersex-style, "I bet you like watching this"
shit in the bud.  She was there for my gratification and to prove
herself, not to make herself feel good by giving me a hard-on.  Her
days of talking dirty to cock-handling old men and getting them to
describe their wheezing orgasms were about to end.

For the first time I glanced over at her information sheet, which was
on a table beside my chair.  "Hey, Lola" I said.

She looked up, still thumbing her raised nipples.

"If you want this job, stop acting like you're leading me by the balls,
and start doing what I tell you to do."  I said it like every mid-level
deskbound boss you've ever heard.

She let her tits jiggle to a stop and tried to open her mouth.  Which
was precisely what I didn't want (for a while).  I pressed on, saying
"If you want to be part of this, you better take off your ragged-ass
jeans and show me your cunt and asshole.  Now."

Her eyes widened.  I continued again.

"I'm going to give you to the count of five."

"This isn't what-"

"5."

"You people run this-"

"4."

She leaned forward in her chair.  Her tits were hanging from her chest
like two immaculate fuck udders.  I wanted to walk over and shove my
erect cock in between them.  I almost lost count.

"3."

"2."

She started to rise from the chair.  Last chance, sweetheart.  Take off
the skater-girl jeans, or walk and forfeit a chance at more money than
you'll ever make sucking dick at the Olive Garden.

"1."

Her fingers, decked out with multi-colored nails, went for her belt.
Touchdown.

"Ok, you asked for it, but this is one fucked up way to deal with
people," she said.

Down came the jeans, revealing angel-white skin and shapely, perfect
hips.  Her snatch was covered by what appeared to be a black thong with
a skull and crossbones emblazoned just the pussy.  I could see the
outline of her cunt through the fabric.

"Turn around," I said.  For the first time, I put a hand to my cock.
It had been a chore to make it this far.

She licked her bottom lip and turned around with a shrug of
resignation.  Her ass was the second coming of Christ, two pale, taut
mounds with a string of black fabric between them.  It was round, firm,
and looked like it could take a pounding.

"How did a girl like you get an ass like that?", I asked.

She said something about trick biking or mountain climbing or some
shit.  I wasn't paying attention.

"Bend over."

She did, bending at the waist.  I could imagine the brown ring of her
asshole beneath the fabric of her thong.  More direction was needed.
With emphasis.

"Lola, spread your asscheeks out and show me your crack.  I want to see
your asshole."

She looked back at me through her own legs.  I saw a bead of sweat fall
to the floor from her short black hair.

"Fuck off," she replied.  "I'm not showing you my asshole just to get
some job."

"You're taking it off," I responded. "This isn't just some job.  It's
*THE* job."  I looked her dead in the eye, my browns into her greens.
"Undo that thong and show me your pussy and asshole.  Now."

Again, Lola hesitated.  It seemed like an eternity.  I was about to
start thinking I'd miscalculated when she reached for the waist ties on
her underwear and brought them down her white, athletic legs.  Then,
and I'll remember this for the rest of my life, she backed right up to
me, touched her toes, and spread her ass and pussy open only a foot
from my face.  Her fingers made indentations as she struggled to hold
each mass of buttflesh off to the side.  I could see beads of sweat had
gathered.

Her asshole was the beautiful brown starfish I had expected, a dark
flower in the middle of her sweaty, ghost-pale asscrack.

"Is that good enough for you, Mister Man?", she asked, sarcastic.

"Keep that shit open for me," was all I said.  Lola's pussy lips were
thick and already drooling a telltale wetness.  As I watched, an oily
droplet of lubrication made its way from the folds of her cunt down to
her inner thigh.  I pulled back the waistband of my boxers and let my
cock spring up...twelve thick inches of tanned, rampaging dick.  There
was already a clear stream of precum drooling out of my flared
piss-slit.

"Turn around," I ordered.  Something strange happened, though.  I
thought I heard her sniffle, as if crying.  She hesitated again, and
said something curious.

"It's not me", she said.  "I can't help it."

She did turn around, though, and in doing so came face to face with my
cock.  I came face to face with her shaven snatch, and, more
importantly, a tattoo I had missed, just above her clit.  I read the
letters with amusement, and more than a little arousal.

C U M D U M P

(Well.  Isn't that interesting?)

"Nice tattoo," I said, conversationally.  I expected a snarky retort of
some kind, but received none.  Instead, she knelt in front of me,
looking at my cock, then at me, then at my cock.  Her green eyes were
different somehow...almost, it occurs to me now, reverent.  Her tongue
drew quickly across her lips, and then she spoke.

"I want your cock down my throat," she said.  I could feel her hot
breath on my dick as it hardened.  Hesitantly, she reached out to put a
hand ghost-white on my straining wang.  Her other hand went to her
mouth, where she sucked on a shapely finger and became wanton in her
tone.  "Please, I want to gag on this facefucker."  Silently, she took
her Serpico shirt from around my dickshaft and dropped it to the floor.

I tilted my cock toward her face and she immediately began tongue up
and down the shaft.  She made a noise like she was in ecstasy, and
began to slobber at the head, big noisy licks, devouring any pre-cum to
be found there.

I was taken aback.  Delighted, but taken aback.

"This is a change," I managed to stammer, while she flicked her tongue
into my piss slit to scoop out the emerging sperm.  "What, not too good
for the job anymore?"

"The only thing I'm good for is choking on cock," she replied, voice
purposeful and not missing a beat.  Then she rammed her face down on my
dong, enveloping it in teenage mouth wetness, while her tits pressed up
against my knees.  It was like heaven.  She actually got about five
inches of my prick down her throat before she started making a sound
like she had a hairball stuck in there.

She pulled her hot mouth off of my mantool briefly, sputtering.  Large
ropes of throat slime still connected my glans to her slick lips.

"Oh god," she said hoarsely. "I want this cock to push my lungs to the
side, I want you to make a baby in my stomach."

What the fuck?  Tell me if you've ever heard that one before.

She plunged back down on my bone, sputtering, flexing her perfect body,
green eyes lolling back in her head, distant.  Her nose was starting to
run with the effort of ramming my huge schlong past her throat limit.
She got about six inches down.  Drool, spit and throat slime were
sliding down her athletic neck, shining her upper torso.  Her tits were
pressing softly against my knees.

It was the best blowjob I've ever had.  And that's saying a lot.

She pulled off again, breaking contact as a torrent of spit, precum and
throat phlegm poured back out of her mouth and down her chin.  She
caught some of it in her hand and groaned as she massaged it into her
pussy, leaving her box slick mess of fuck juices.

"Oh, fuck!" she exclaimed, a tendril of cloudy spit hanging from her
bottom lip as she did so.  She wiggled her glazed hand side to side in
a blur, mashing her pussy lips and clit as she pleasured herself.  She
looked up at me and licked her lips.  Then, she reared her head back
and made the sound you make when you're about to clear a big wad of
phlegm out of your lungs.  Momentarily, she spat a nice big patch of
lungbutter on my dick and began to massage the goo up and down my shaft
while still maintaining eye contact *and* diddling herself.

"My breasts are for your mouth and your cock," she said, pathetically
earnest.  "I want you to fuck my tits, please, wrap my worthless tits
around your fat dick."  The look in her eye was one of utter
submission.

I didn't need to be asked twice, and moved forward in my chair.  She
pushed her spit-stained tits together around my giant cock, forming a
beautiful passage on her pale chest.  The cute mole between them was
covered up by my bulging urethral tube.  Lola began to raise herself up
and down, fucking her perfect goth-whore chest up and down on my rigid
cock.  As she did so, the hot throat gunk she had spread on my dick was
transfered to the insides of her amazing tits.

"Oh god!", she gasped, eyes rolling back as she bounced in front of the
chair.  "I love your dick between my fucksacks!  I love your hot
fucking cock on my chest!  Oooh, fill my mouth!"

Quickly, she began dipping my bulbous cockhead into her mouth every
time the tituck reached the top of her chest.  With each stroke, she
jammed her tongue inside my loose piss-slit, digging for jizz while she
made sounds like someone tasting the best ice-cream of all time.

"Mmmph!  Mmmph!  Mmmmph!"

I grabbed her by the hair and stopped the proceedings, rising from my
chair for the first time.

"No!" she cried, grabbing for my cock.  She didn't struggle against my
grip on her hair, though.

"Open your mouth, slut," I said. (What do you want, guys?  Shakespeare?
 I'm a scientist.)

She did.  Then I switched to a two-handed hairgrab and pulled her
forward onto my jutting, drooling mouthfucker.  Her eyes lit up with
ecstasy, and I could feel her hands snake around my hips to push on my
chiseled ass, willing it forward so she could take even more of my rod
down her struggling throat.  Sweat was flying off of our bodies in a
thin sheen, and I could feel her hair was drenched with it.

Again, we got to about six inches and stopped.  Here eyes were
watering, and we exchanged a glance.  Lola looked like a woman in the
middle of childbirth, almost- in discomfort, but willing to do whatever
it takes to succeed nonetheless.  She reached around and pulled my ass
forward again, using her off hand to snake under and finger my asshole.

She stood up a little and angled her throat to better receive my cock.
With a sudden slide, two more inches went in, and I could see the
telltale bulge of my glans well below the line of her jaw.  She smiled
around my cock and made a gargling noise.  Then Lola coughed, and a
torrent of spit and phlegm poured out of her mouth and coated the base
of my dick.  Wet strands of spit were hanging between her chin and her
bulging teenage XTreme tits.

Again, I saw her gather the mouth goo and rub it into her sweaty
snatch.  She scoured her chin for another wad and reached behind
herself, jamming two mouthfuck-coated fingers into her asshole.  She
groaned around my cock, alive with ecstasy, and I was feeling pretty
good myself.  Good enough to drop a big load of ball-stretching cum
straight down her spasming throat.

"Fuck!"

It was all I could yell when the orgasm hit.

When the first shot of hot fuck hit the back of Lola's gullet, I could
see the bulge in her throat actually contract as she made a swallowing
motion around the meat that was filling her mouth.  She reached behind
me with both hands and grabbed my taut buttocks, pulling me forward as
I shot stream after stream of creamy ball batter down her slick,
trembling spit tunnel.

Around the sixth stream of jizz, Lola made a choking noise and two
strands of oozing spit and cum poured out of her nose, making their way
down to her stretched lips and then to her cum-plastered chin.  My
pulsing urethra was actually buffeting her tongue ring, flattening it
against the bottom of her mouth every time a new stream of sperm blew
out of my dickhole and into her esophagus.

After about 20 seconds (but it seemed like forever), it was over, and I
withdrew my cock, which was coated in more throat goo than I've ever
seen it.  Lola gurgled and leaned back, her back resting against the
bottom of my reclining chair.  She looked like she'd just injected
herself with the best heroine on the planet.

Then, her upper body hitched, swaying her slick tits like pendulums,
and she made another croaking sound.  A gout of sperm, spit, and phlegm
issued slowly from her mouth, coating the bottom of her formerly
defiant face and dripping down to her already over-lubed upper body.
As she lay still, drips would occasionally patter from her chin to the
heated floor.

At last, she rolled her eyes toward me...eyeliner running, skin pink
with life, sweat coating her body, and then reached down to splay her
cunt and asshole open for me to see.  So very pink.  With sperm and
spit dripping from her chin and off the edges of her magnificent
teenage tits, she said "Please rape me, I'm worthless."

"You're hired," I said.

She looked at me, uncomprehendingly.

"I want you to destroy my throat with your cock.  My mouth is yours to
fuck.  Please."

"I said, you're hired."

"Rape my face.  Spit on me.  I will eat your sperm," she continued.
"Store your semen in my stomach, please, empty your balls into my
throat."

"For the last time, you're hired."  I reached down to grab her T-Shirt.
 It was covered in a fine spray of spit and jizz.  I tossed it at her
and it landed covering her slick, dripping crotch.

"Here," I said. "Get dressed.  Our people will show you to your new
digs."

Then I walked out of there.  Guys, you wanted the top 1% of the top 1%?
 We've found her.  Her name is Lola Schandegger.  She's 19 years old.
She has short black hair and green eyes, great tits, she listens (I
presume) to Bad Religion or NOFX, and she used to be involved in stunt
biking.  I bet she plays a mean acoustic guitar and probably smokes her
share of weed, too.

Some part of this stacked little punk princess is pretty normal...some
other part of her...not so much.

So what happened that made her this way?

Saddle up, boys.  We have found Subject 0.

Dick Hardman

RECORD ENDS

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(fleshseraph)
hail to the lucky ones
those in love

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