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Subject: {ASSM} Mark's Fate (Mf Oral) by Citizen
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I'm a new author and feedback is appreciated.

Mark's Fate

   by Citizen

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Story code at the end.  Thanks to ASSTR.ORG for being available
as a venue. I am a law-abiding citizen, and do not condone
performing illegal sex acts of any kind.  However, imagining
illegal sex acts of any kind is fine by me. Feedback is welcome.
( c i t i z e n - p [at] h o t m a i l [dot] c o m )

Chapter 1 of ?

   No matter how you slice it, I'm fucked.  Sure, I just made
partner at my lawfirm last year, and I'll make almost seven
figures this year.  But it doesn't matter.  My wife has cheated
on me with the pool boy, the gardener, and her personal
trainer...and those are only the ones I know of.  But she'll
still get half because she has dirt on me.  Fucking kiddy porn. I
knew it'd be my downfall, but I kept doing it.  I thought I
covered my tracks pretty well, but she caught me anyway.  "You're
going to file for divorce," she told me.  "I'll get the house and
half of everything you ever make.  You won't fight it."

   My brother Rob told me not to marry her; she was just a
trophy.  He never made a lot of money, but he had it right.  I
thought I knew it all, but he had always known better.  If he was
here, he'd say, "I told you so, you little geek." I miss that.  I
miss the old fucker.

   Rob was about thirteen years older than me, and about the
closest thing to a father that i had.  He was twenty when Mom
died.  He dropped out of college to take a construction job, and
take care of me.  He was a bit of a perv.  He was always looking
at teenaged girls and saying how he'd like to get some of that. 
I guess that's where I picked it up.

   As I grew up, Rob's tastes seem to grow up too.  By the time I
was in college, Rob was into college girls, and he got plenty of
them.  We moved close to campus and there was a party at our
house every night.  Rob made sure that I didn't get too
distracted, though.  While he was bedding my classmates, I was
sent to study at the library.

   That's where I met Laura.  I was twenty.  She was only
sixteen, but she was a freshman in college.  She was such a nerd!
 But we became fast friends.  I loved her, but because she was
only a kid, I kept my distance; we stayed "just friends".  I
wound up dating my destiny: Susan, a spoiled rich girl, heir to
the biggest law firm in the state.  Laura wound up dating Rob. 
Yes, Rob, my brother.  They got together and she got pregnant. I
was pissed, but Rob said he'd do the right thing.  They got
married. They had kids.

   I, on the other hand, was on the fast track to being a
high-powered attorney.  Susan and I got engaged, and I went to
Law school.  Susan and I got married, and I made Junior Partner.
Susan hired party planners and decorators while I worked my ass
off to make partner.  I had very little contact with Rob and
Laura until Rob developed cancer from some chemical he was
exposed to at work.  My firm filed a class action lawsuit against
the manufacturer.  We wound up settling and the firm made a lot
of money. Rob made enough to pay off his house, but it was little
consolation.  He died a few months later, leaving his wife and
their three daughters to fend for themselves.

   Rob had no life insurance.  Laura hadn't finished college, and
had never worked a day in her life.  But she managed to get a job
at an espresso stand.  It didn't pay well, and she still had
trouble making ends meet.  I offered to help her out by covering
expenses while she went to school. When she finished, she'd be
able to get a decent paying job and free me of the burden.  There
was still a chemistry between us, but we kept our distance.  In
any case, she was grateful to me for helping her out.

   Susan, on the other hand, did nothing but bitch about it for
two years, up until she kicked me out.  I was lost and I wanted
to cry to my mom or to Rob, but of course, they were both gone. 
I just drove around until I found myself at Rob & Laura's
house...well, just Laura's house now.  I hadn't even seen them
since the funeral.

   It was 10:30 on a Wednesday night.  I composed myself as best
i could and rang the bell.  It took a while, but through the thin
curtain, I saw a shapely silhouette coming down the stairs.  My
mind went back to college, and the memory of Laura at 16, of her
awkward beauty.  The face in my memory, minus the awkwardness,
was suddently peeking out the window. It had to be Stephanie, my
oldest neice...she must be about 16 now.  She opened the door a
crack.  The chain was still attached.  "Uncle Mark, what are you
doing here?" she asked.

   "Is your mom here?"

   "No, she's at a study group with some of her classmates."

   "When will she be back?"

   "I think about eleven or twelve.  What's wrong?"

   "I left Susan.  I just needed somebody to talk to."

   "Oh, Uncle Mark.  I'm sorry.  Why don't you come in and wait?"

   "Okay.  Thanks."

   She opened the door and I stepped inside.  "Come into the
kitchen. I'll get you something to drink." she said.  As she led
the way, I could see she was in a thin nightgown that wasn't
meant to be sexy, but was sexy as hell on her.  We made our way
into the kitchen.  "Sit down," she said, vaguely indicating the
table.  "Can I get you some tea?"

   "Please."

   They had one of those instant hot water taps so she had the
tea brewing in front of me almost before I had settled into my
chair.  She sat down with her own cup kitty corner from me and
put her hand on my shoulder. I smiled halfheartedly as her deep
blue eyes looked with pity into mine. "What happened?  Was she
not, you know, taking care of you?"

   Okay, that's a little awkward from such a young girl.  I
couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, but I decided to just go
along with it.  "Uh, hehe, yeah that might have helped, but no,
that wasn't the reason.  I'll tell you one thing...I'm sick of
her bitching to me about money when she won't even lift a finger.
 Hell, we have a maid for Christ's sake, and a gardener."

   "I thought you made plenty of money at your job."

   "Not enough for her.  She wanted a new Beamer, and I told her
no way."

   "But she already has a new Beamer."

   "No, it's two years old."

   "God, what a bitch."

   "Yeah, but she'll get it now.  The truth is, she's been upset
for the last two years since your dad died.  She doesn't like the
fact that I pay for your mom to go to school."

   "Oh.  So this is all because of us?"

   "It's not your fault.  I promised your dad I'd take care of
you...all of you."

   She reached over and touched my leg.  "You're a good man. 
She's a fool."

   "I guess."

   Her lips curled in a wry smile.  "Believe me, if you were my
man, I'd take GOOD care of you."

   I was just beginning to digest the implications of THAT
statement when we heard the garage door open.  Seconds later,
Laura walked into the kitchen.  "Mark!  What are you doing here?"

   "I left Susan.  I just needed somebody to talk to."

   Steph excused herself and went to bed.  Laura and I talked for
an hour. I shed a few tears, mostly because I was sorry I was so
absent in their lives until I needed something.  She hugged me
and consoled me, and said it was okay, that there was still time
to make up for the past.  I looked into her eyes and knew that
she was talking about more than just the last two years.

   Finally, she said she needed to get some sleep.  "The sofa in
the den pulls out," she told me.  "It's yours for as long as you
like."

   "Thank you, Laura," I said, still teary-eyed.

   "Don't worry," she said, placing her hand on my cheek.  "While
you're sleeping tonight, all the pain and tension of today will
melt away, and in the morning, things will look a whole lot
better."

   "Ever the optimist.  Thanks.  I hope you're right."

   She gave me a wink as she headed up the stairs.  "Trust me."

   Ten minutes later I was asleep in the den.

   I was having such a good dream.  I was getting the best blow
job of my life.  First it was Susan, but that wasn't right.  She
was far too selfish for that.  Susan turned into Laura and I was
in heaven.  Suddenly Laura stopped and looked up at me, and said
in Stephanie's voice, "I told you I'd take good care of you,
Uncle Mark." Then Steph went back to sucking my dick. It felt so
real, I was about to blow my load.  Oh God.  Oh shit. Oooh.  I
was cumming.  I became aware of the bed.  It was dark.  I was in
Laura's den.  There was a hand gently massaging my balls and a
mouth milking the last drops out of my cock.  I tried to see who
it was, but as the mouth pulled away from my cock with a final
"pop", my head fell back on my pillow.  I was aware of somebody
leaving the room.  My head was swimming, floating in and out of
conciousness.  In my head, I heard Laura saying, "While you're
sleeping tonight...."

   I woke up the next morning not entirely sure if I had dreamt
it, but I thought that Laura had come into the den and given me a
BJ in the middle of the night.  I recalled my brother saying how
"You gotta marry somebody that lives to please you.  Laura
swallows my load with a smile on her face just because she knows
I like it." Once again, I found myself wishing I'd followed his
advice.

   I went into the kitchen with a smile on my face and a spring
in my step. My three neices were at the table and Laura was
cooking some eggs or something.  The two younger girls, Karen
(who was maybe 7), and Lisa (who was maybe 12), greeted me with
big hugs.  "Well, you look good this morning," Laura said.  "I
told you things would look better." "Yeah, thanks to you." I
said.

   "Oh, it was my pleasure," She said with a slight smile on her
face.

   "...with a smile on her face," I heard my brother saying.

   I took my time eating and visiting with Laura and the girls. 
The girls were so cute and sweet, I thought how I could get used
to this. Finally, though, I was pushing into my commute time. 
"I'm not sure how traffic's going to be from here, so I'd better
head out."

   "See you tonight?" Laura asked.

   "Sure thing." I said, beaming at her.

   "Can you drop me off at school, Uncle Mark?" Steph asked.

   "Sure," I replied, and we headed out the door.

   ----------------

   "So, did Susan ever let you cum in her mouth?" Steph asked
suddenly.

   "Excuse me?" I said, wondering where that came from.

   "Did you like your blow job last night?"

   Now I was REALLY confused.  "What do you know about that?"

   "Well, who'd you think it was?"

   "It was you?"

   "I told you I'd take good care of you, Uncle Mark."

   "It WAS you."

   "Did you like it?  It sure tasted like you did."

   "Steph, how could you?  You're only 16 for Christ's sake.  If
your mom found out I don't even know..."

   "15...and a half.  Don't worry she won't catch us.  She takes
sleeping pills.  Take a left."

   "You're damn right she won't catch us because you aren't doing
it again."

   "Try to stop me." she said with a big grin.

   "I'm going to a hotel tonight."

   "No you're not."

   "Yes I am."

   "Then I'll tell mom how you came into my room last night. 
Turn here."

   "You wouldn't."

   "How you were came on to me in the kitchen last night, and I
was so flattered, since I had a crush on you for a long time, and
it made me happy, and then you started groping me, and it was so
exciting and scary, but then you came up to my room last night
and..." she burst out in tears. It was such an unbelievable
performance, I almost felt sorry for her, but then she stopped
just as if it had never happened.  "Plus, I saved a little bit of
your cum in case I need to put a little evidence on my sheets."

   Twice in 24 hours, I was trapped by a woman.  I pulled up to
her school in stunned silence.

   "Don't look so glum.  You're going to enjoy it.  See you
tonight!" she said, getting out of the car.

   As I watched her walk away, I couldn't help but look at her
fine, tight little ass, and wonder how far she'd go.  Would I be
fucking a fine piece of teenage ass in the near future?  I wasn't
sure, but something in my pants sure hoped so.

   (Mf oral) 

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