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Subject: {ASSM} Springtime Slut by Pami (M/F)
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Yes, I actually wrote something.  My muse took a vacation....ran
away... made some new friends... but I think she might be back.  :)
This isn't the best thing I have ever written, but I kinda like it
anyway.  If you do too, please feel free to email me at
Pami1968@aol.com.  For those of you that never read anything by me
before, I do have a site at asstr, which is maintained by my good
friend Rui Jorge.  Who is one of the few people who even remembers who
I am, anyway!  <giggle>

This story contains sexual words, actions, and themes.  If you are not of
legal age,this is not for you...  go away .  If this is not normal where
you come from, go away .  If you don't like this sort of stuff, go away .

   If, on the other hand, you are of legal age, and this type of story is
'normal' for you, and you LIKE it....  Read ON!  


Springtime Slut
By Pami



He walked into the house and was immediately slapped in the face with
the smell of sex.  Well, not sex, precisely... it was the scent of an
aroused woman.  Oh hell, it just plain old reeked of pussy.

*******************************************************

He had left for work that morning leaving her in bed.  She was half
asleep, lying there nude, looking up at him through slitted eyes,
absently pulling on her right nipple.  It was almost enough to make him
call off from work and spend the day in bed.  But he had that project
due today, and it was in his briefcase and ready to be submitted.  So
he leaned over, kissed her deeply, with lots of tongue, and gave her
his instructions for the day.

"Keep it wet, my pet, but don't let yourself cum.  I will take care
of that when I get home."

She smiled at him, and off he went.

How he got through the first couple of hours at the office, he wasn't
really sure.  He wasn't really sure what he did, except that it must
have been normal because no one asked him if he was sick.  All he could
do was think about her.  Back at his house.  In his bed.  Naked in the
kitchen.  Spread wide on the sofa.  Walking up the stairs.  In the
shower.  His cock was sort of half-hard all morning, just imagining
what she was doing to keep her pussy wet.  He didn't think she would
have to do much - he was amazed at her capacity for sex.  Once, she
had joked with him that she could go from dry to fuck-ready in 6.8
seconds.  He thought that wasn't far off the mark.

At lunch time, he grabbed his briefcase and walked out of his office.
He told his secretary that he was going to make a couple sales calls
that afternoon, and he wouldn't be back.  If there was something
urgent, just leave a message on his voice mail and he would take care
of it.  She nodded.  She wasn't really fooled... but he worked hard
and never left early, so who was she to say anything if he wanted to
play hookey today.  Besides, he had been absentminded all morning and
didn't seem to be accomplishing much.


As he pulled into the driveway, he adjusted himself.  He noticed that
his cock had steadily gotten harder on the drive home.  How could he
let himself be affected like this, he wondered to himself.  Yes, she
was hot and wet and wild, but what was it about HER?

He inhaled deeply in the foyer of the house.  Mmmmm....he heard her
moaning from living room, and as he strode over to the doorway, her
moans increased in volume.

There she was.  Naked, except for a pale pink satin bathrobe.  It was
short, only to her mid thigh, and it was open.  She was sitting in his
favorite armchair, and he thought for a moment that he would never be
able to sit there again without popping a chubby.  She was an arousing
sight to behold.  Her fair skin was glowing in the sunlight from the
back door; her golden brown hair was wild and tousled; her usually
blush pink nipples were a dark, almost mauve color and they looked so
hard they might hurt; and her legs were spread wide... one over each
arm of the chair so he could see her pussy.  It wasn't the pink,
delicate flower that he had seen in pictures before.  Oh no.  It was
deep red, the inner lips swollen so that they almost pouted open.  The
hair surrounding her was wet and matted - he was glad he had her keep
it trimmed otherwise it would be a mess!  And he could see the clear
juices dripping out and running down to soak the fabric of the chair.
Her clit was enormous... he could see that the hood was retracted from
where he stood, and it seemed to be straining to be touched.
Instantly, his cock went from semi-hard to full erection and he had to
adjust again.

She hadn't seen him yet, he knew, because her eyes were squeezed
shut.  Her back arched as she teased herself with the metal vibrator he
had given her the previous day.  She held it right at her hole and he
heard the wet sloshing sounds it made, over the quiet buzzing.  She ran
it up to her clit and he had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop
himself from groaning as she wailed from the touch of her mechanical
lover.  He didn't know how long he watched like that - it was
probably only a minute or two, but it seemed like an eternity.  Until
she opened her eyes and saw him standing there.

He knew when she saw him, because she jumped a bit and was startled
enough that she dropped her toy.  As she struggled to get out of her
awkward position, he almost ran the eight feet or so towards her and
put his hand on her shoulder to stop her from moving.

"No," he said to her.  "I want to watch."  He sat down in front
of the chair no more than a foot away from her pussy and handed her the
toy back.

As her hand reached for the vibe, he didn't release it and she looked
inquiringly at him.

"How many times did you cum this morning, my sweet?" he asked her.

She looked his straight in the eyes and answered, "None, of course.
You told me not to."

He smiled.  He believed her.  She was an amazing woman.  Her honesty
was one of the qualities he valued most.  In the past, she had not
always been so obedient.  But she learned that if she did as he asked,
great benefits would ensue.  Usually in the form of the most mind
blowing climaxes she had ever experienced.  Some men trained with pain
and discipline.  He trained with withholding and rewarding pleasure.

"And how long have you been sitting like this?" he asked.

"I'm not sure.  I was upstairs for a while.  I took a shower and
then I made the bed and teased my pussy for a while.  I mean, you TOLD
me to keep it wet.  Then I came downstairs, and I saw the chair here
and it just looked like it would be so comfortable.  So I sat down here
and well, then you came in."

He smiled, and let her take the vibrator.  "Go ahead, but again,
pet... you may not cum until I say."

She smiled and then he watched as she manipulated the toy against her
cunny.  It was like his own private sex show, he thought.  Men would
pay money to watch a woman do things like this to herself.  His cock
was in pain now, and he pulled his zipper down and let it spring free.
Ahhhhh, sighed to himself.  Her white fingers were tipped with hot pink
nail polish and they looked amazing as one hand pinched her nipple
while the other used the toy.  He especially loved it when she placed
the vibrator along the entire length of her pussy... the wetness made
the most delicious slapping sounds, and he could tell she liked it to,
because she kept repeating the motion and then sliding the tip up to
that irritated bud that seemed to be twice its normal size.  Her eyes
were squeezed tight in her flushed face, and he didn't think he liked
that.  He wanted to look into her soul...

He pulled the vibrator away from her hand easily and her chocolate
colored eyes flew open and searched his face.

"What?" she almost screamed at him.

He smiled inwardly, knowing that her frustration meant that she had
been very close to a climax, but he didn't smile at her.  Instead, he
leaned forward and blew a stream of cool air across her overheated
cunt.  "You were too close," he told her as she squirmed in the
chair.  "I didn't want you to cum by accident, " he further
explained, in a totally rational tone of voice, almost as if they were
totally clothed business associates who were discussing the weather.

"Dammit," she panted.  "I need it, baby.  Please..."

"What do you need, sweetie?" he smiled at her.  This was the part
he loved.  He adored seeing this woman become a slave to her body's
needs.

"I need to cum.  Now.  PLEASE"

He blew another cool stream of air up and down her juicy pussy,
enjoying the shivers that racked her body.  "I don't think you need
it enough yet, honey," he told her.

Her body shifted back and forth from side to side, and she reached her
hand down to caress her wetness for him.  He watched as her fingers
circled her clit over and over, and she built herself up to the edge
again.  It was so hot to watch, he thought.  He saw her hips straining
forward, almost begging him to touch her, but all he did was exhale
again.

Her moans were loud, and he was glad that the windows were shut.  One
of his hands stroked his cock as he continued to stare at her,
alternating between her delicious cunt and her expressive face.  He
watched her grow closer and closer to heaven.

Finally, her mouth opened, and she almost screamed at him, "Please,
baby... PLEASE... I NEED it..."

And that was what he was waiting for.  He pulled her hand away from her
pussy as he slid two fingers deep into her dripping hole and then he
took that pulsing clit of hers between his lips and sucked.

He felt her entire body freeze. And then she wailed.  He felt her
climax start as her pussy clenched so hard around his fingers that he
thought they were going to be forced out of her.  He maintained his
hold on her clit, using his tongue now to flick it back and forth while
his fingers fucked her deep and hard.  He looked up at her face and
that flush had spread down to her chest and he saw her eyes fly open
and watch him as she came her brains out for what seemed like forever.
He gently licked her entire vulva as she came down, pulling juices from
inside her and drinking them down.  He felt the smaller spasms as she
relaxed.

He pulled his face away from her, but kept his finger on her clit.  He
wanted her to be on simmer like this for hours... ready to cum whenever
he chose to let her.

She looked down at him and two words came out of her lips, "More,
please."

He looked down at his cock, which was so hard it could cut diamonds and
he smiled.  It was going to be a GLORIOUS afternoon.

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