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                             Identity [2/2]
Subject: {ASSM} Identity {Rachel Gumm} (FMM/F bd oral cons) [2/2]
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Date: Sun, 25 Jun 2006 10:10:01 -0400
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                           FMM/F bd oral cons

(C) 2006 Rachel Gumm.  You may freely distribute this story digitally,
but only in full, crediting me as the author.  I welcome feedback.
You can e-mail me at rachelgumm@yahoo.co.uk

Thank you to everyone who provided feedback on the first part!





The doorbell rang over the sound of the hi-fi.  Not having much of
a party music collection, Kevin had stuck a Fatboy Slim album on,
hoping it would create the right atmosphere.  He dutifully headed
towards the front door.

"So, have you worked out who she is yet?" he asked Dave, the only
guest so far who had the nerve to get his dick out in front of anyone.

"Who cares?" replied Dave, pushing the captive woman's rubber-clad
face rhythmically over his member.  "I just wish she'd make this a
regular event.  Guilt-free sex, man."

Kevin left the room, then came back in with the new guest, a young
woman who was dressed much the same as the other guests, in jeans
and a t-shirt.  The woman chained to the wall looked completely out
of place, a shimmer of spandex and rubber amongst all the casually
dressed people.  It seemed appropriate enough, though: she wasn't a
guest, she was the entertainment.

"Whoa!" protested Dave, prematurely withdrawing himself.  "What the
hell is _she_ doing here?  I thought this was guys only!"

"Guys only?" asked Kevin in mock surprise.  "So who exactly did you
think was sucking you off?"

"You know what I mean!" snapped Dave, zipping his fly back up.
"Besides her."

"Relax," said Kevin.  "The only reason I invited more guys than girls
is because I didn't want our little slut's identity revealed through
deduction.  Seeing as everybody here knows Tam is into women, it's
not exactly a big surprise that she's not the one going down on
everyone."

"Aww," said Tam in mock sympathy, "did I put you off?  You can go
back to what you were doing if you like, I don't care."

"No thanks," said Dave.  "I've lost the mood."

"Well then," said Tam, "let's see what else she can do." She walked
up to the tethered woman and managed to get her to stand up.  She
glanced back to see who was watching - almost everyone - and pulled
up her t-shirt.  She'd worn a front-fastening bra for the occasion,
and managed to wave one of her breasts in front of her anonymous
friend's mouth without revealing herself to anyone watching her from
behind.

The spandex-covered woman didn't do anything.  As a little incentive,
Tam slid her hand across the woman's waist, letting it slide over
the smooth fabric up to her breast, feeling how satisfyingly firm
it was.  She pinched her nipple, gently at first but with gradually
increasing pressure, and after a few seconds, she'd worked out she
was supposed to poke her tongue out.

Tam pressed her areola against her tongue, and she obediently started
licking it.  She seemed reluctant at first, but soon warmed to the
idea.  Tam couldn't help but let out an everso quiet moan in
satisfaction once her captive had got into full swing.  She slid her
hands up and down her breasts, encased in perfectly tight clothing,
encouraging her to continue.

Tam carried on like that for several minutes, alternating her nipples.
Whoever her mystery friend was, she was good at what she did.  She
knew exactly when to make small, quick flicking motions with her
tongue and when to circle her nipple with it.  It was only when Tam
withdrew and put her clothes back on properly that she remembered
the other guests in the room, all of whom were now watching her
intently.  Most had even crept around to her side for a better view.
When she glanced back, they pretended to look elsewhere, but they
were pitifully obvious.

"Hey," she said to Kevin, "if you give me thirty minutes with her,
forty tops, I bet I can tell you who she is."

"Knock yourself out," said Kevin, "as long as you don't mind a room
full of horny guys watching."

"Hey," interrupted Dave, "how can you possibly tell who she is?"

"Simple," replied Tam, "I'll make her climax.  Everyone has their
own nuances when it comes to sex."

"But her pussy's locked away in that damn catsuit," said Dave.  "You
can't fuck her or anything."

"Watch and learn," said Tam as she walked back up to her helpless
captive.  She stood behind her, her hands on the wonderfully curved
sides her waist, then let her arms slide up her body.  She knew from
past experience how to make women orgasm without removing their
clothes.  With a lot of breast play and a little stimulation of her
clit, she'd be whipped up into a frenzy.

Tam gently squeezed her captive's spandex-clad breasts before playfully
pushing them up from underneath and letting them fall back down
again.  She continued with one hand while the other slid down her
captive's body, finally stopping between her legs.  The smooth barrier
of fabric protecting her had already developed a damp patch.  A smile
crept across Tam's face.  She was going to give her friend, whichever
one she was, the time of her life.

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