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Subject: {ASSM} A Little Magic Ch.7 by Rachael Ross (M/F, F/F, Fantasy, Magic, Size, Mast, BDSM)
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A Little Magic

Copyright 2007 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. Intended for adults
only.
Story Codes: MF/F, Magic, Fantasy, BDSM, FemDom, Mast, NC/Relucant

Author's note: This is a continuation of a story and you should read
the previous six chapters before reading this one. But you don't have
to, there's no test or anything.

A Little Magic
By Rachael

Chapter 7


"Oh Robert!" Pauline sobbed as her assistant lifted the cover of the
shoebox.

"What happened? What's wrong?" Robert looked at the tiny woman in
surprise, clearly not expecting this. She was naked and crying,
huddled in the corner like a child. He reached down and carefully
picked Pauline up in his hands, cradling her gently.

"It was terrible." Pauline wrapped her arms around the man's left
thumb, shivering and looking into his worried eyes. "It was Brenda.
She tied me up, by my arms, see?" She held up her wrists and Robert
looked closely, seeing for himself the small bruises and angry red
rope burns on her pale skin.

"Brenda did that?" Robert asked, not wanting to believe it.

"Uh-huh, oh Robert, she left me there, hanging and then she spanked
me, hard with a stick." Pauline choked back another sob. "Look...Look
at my butt? Is it bad?"

Pauline turned her back to him and bent over slightly, presenting her
round firm ass to Robert's inspection. It was still red with clearly
visible welts and even some dark bruises. Robert frowned, trying to
imagine Brenda, his sweet loving wife of ten years doing such a thing.

"Brenda did this?" Robert asked incredulously, but he was speaking
mostly to himself.

"Yes." Pauline sniffled. "She...she made me wet myself." Pauline
blushed at that admission, looking down as her big tears fell onto
Robert's palm. "I haven't eaten or anything, she didn't even give me
water. Oh please, Robert, don't ever leave me alone with her again.
Please."
"I..." Robert didn't know what to say.

He sat down on his bed, still holding Pauline in his right hand,
protectively close to his chest. He stroked her softly, running two
fingers along her shoulders and back. "I'm so sorry, Pauline. I just
can't believe..." Robert shook his head sadly, wondering how his wife
could ever have done such a thing to someone so small and helpless as
Pauline. How anyone could have done it.

"She hurt me, Robert." Pauline arched her back slightly, enjoying the
feel of Robert's caressing touch. "She made me call her Mistress
and..."

"I'll talk to her, I'll go downstairs and..."

"No, no please. Not yet, don't leave me yet." Pauline pressed herself
against Robert's warm skin. "I've been so lonely, so frightened. Just
hold me, please? For a little bit, Robert. Just for a while?"

"Sure, of course I will." He nodded. "I'm here now, Pauline. You're
safe now."

=-=-=-=-=-==-

Downstairs in the kitchen Brenda was cooking dinner, but she knew she
was in trouble. That little bitch would be telling Robert everything,
she knew, and probably more than that. Pauline would be making stuff
up, lies to make what had happened seem much worse than it really was.
So she'd given the woman a spanking, so what? Shed deserved it.
Pauline had bad manners and a filthy mouth, she deserved everything
Brenda had given her and more, probably.

At least that's what Brenda was telling herself. Inside she didn't
really believe that, of course, being the basically good and decent
woman she was. She'd spent the afternoon wrestling with her guilt, not
only for the unjust punishment she'd inflicted on Pauline that
morning, but also for the lust she'd felt afterwards. She'd
masturbated, Brenda reminded herself unhappily, fingered her hungry
slit like a wanton slut, and all the while thinking about Pauline. Not
her loving husband Robert, not even another man, but about another
woman. It was obscene.

Brenda frowned and mashed the potatoes she was holding violently,
threatening to crack the big plastic bowel that was contained them.
Thank goodness her daughters were at her mother's house for the day.
Brenda decided she'd call her mom and see if they couldn't spend the
night. She had a feeling Robert would be wanting to talk with her soon
and after that Brenda seriously doubted she'd be feeling very
motherly. She had to protect her children, just as she had to convince
Robert that Pauline had to go. The woman was a bad influence, she was
evil and she was trying to seduce the both of them, Brenda thought,
and in Brenda's heart of hearts she didn't think Pauline would fail.

-=-==-=-=-=-=-=-

Brenda didn't know how right she was. She had no real facts to back up
her suspicions, but she did have intuition and experience on her side,
so perhaps it wasn't entirely a lucky guess on her part. She'd seen
how women like Pauline operated, and so she'd naturally assumed that
Pauline would act the same way - by using her sexuality, her guile and
female charms, to get what she wanted.

And so that would explain why Pauline was resting so comfortably on
Robert's chest right then, pressing her hand against his warm body
through the soft cotton of his undershirt. He'd taken off his coat and
tie already, so getting him out of that starched collar dress shirt
hadn't been too hard. He hadn't even protested when Pauline had
suggested he lay down for a bit so he could relax and think about what
Pauline had told him.

It was very comfortable like that actually, Pauline smiled to herself.
Robert's chest was soft, but firm and she enjoyed the way it rose
gently beneath her and then fell as he breathed. She could even feel
his heart as she lay there on her tummy, smiling at him with her arms
crossed beneath her chin. She had her knees bent too, so her feet were
high, ankles crossed and she swung them to and fro like a metronome
and Robert was watching her.

That was the best part; he was looking at her and not just because
they were talking, Robert filling his boss in on what had happened at
the office, but because he liked looking at Pauline. There was
interest in his eyes, and much more than he'd demonstrated even during
their shower together the day before, he was falling for her. Pauline
would have bet money that Robert had spent much of the day in her
office, answering her phone, making her decisions, and thinking about
her not as his boss, but as the woman he'd held in his hands. The
woman he'd touched and so tenderly caressed beneath that warm rain.

And when he'd seen her hurt and crying, that had really done it,
Pauline thought. She'd saved up a lot of tears for that moment, banked
her emotions like the cold calculating executive she was, bitch being
entirely too common a word, and she'd spent her savings wisely,
investing in Robert's paternal nature. Nothing, she told herself,
would get the man's attention more than being small and frightened and
hurt. It was the secret combination to his heart and now she knew her
plan was working.

Robert wanted her.

"Can you...I mean, would you..." Pauline asked hesitantly, blushing
softly, "...rub my back again, Robert?"

"Uh, sure." Robert nodded. He'd been wanting to do precisely that
but...Robert licked his lips. "Like this?"

"Mmmm...That feels so good." Pauline nodded, closing her eyes as she
felt the tips of his fingers along her supple spine. "I like it when
you touch me that way."

"Y-You do?" Robert cleared his throat.

Careful, not too fast, Pauline told herself. Mustn't rush the man. But
she was getting excited herself and Pauline's impatience invariable
won out in such circumstances.

"Would you mind just a little...lower?" Pauline shifted slightly,
opening her eyes again to look up at him. "My bottom is really sore."

"Okay." Robert nodded and he let his hand go lower, his fingers moving
lightly over Pauline's sweetly curved ass.

"Ohhh...That's so good, Robert...Thank you..." Pauline moaned with
pleasure, which wasn't feigned at all. "Ahhh...yeah...lower, just a
little...Mmmmm...You're so good to me, Robert...so good..."

Pauline spread her legs, unlocking her ankles and moving her thighs
apart as Robert held his breath, knowing what he was doing was wrong
but he couldn't help it. His index finger worked low, down the soft
crease of Pauline's butt and he felt her hot and warm and humid, his
finger pressing lightly against her suddenly exposed sex. He just
couldn't stop himself. The way she felt, the way she looked, and the
sounds she made. Pauline's soft voice, high pitched but still
so...sexy. She was moaning and the sound was so sweet to his ears.

"Ummmm...Oh God Robert...yessss..." Pauline hissed between her teeth.
"...Right there...harder...go ahead...mmmm, so good...touch me,
Robert..."

The tiny woman was moving her hips now, helping Robert with her hips
and rolling her ass against him. Her pussy was so wet, so hungry and
his finger was like nothing she'd ever felt before. It was big and fat
and so soft. It rubbed her up and down, making her feel so good. And
he was feeling it too, Pauline could tell, he was getting as excited
as she was.

"Take it out, Robert..." She licked her lips, riding the man's finger
now without any pretense whatsoever. They both knew what they were
doing and Pauline thought it was time to admit it.

"Wha...What?" Robert held his finger hard against Pauline's cunt,
moving it just a little, feeling her smooth thighs squeezing him,
urging him to move harder and faster.

"Your cock..." Pauline gasped, digging her fingers into Robert's t-
shirt, pushing her dripping sex against his finger. "Take it out...Let
me see it..." Her breathing was ragged now, she was so close to
cumming, but she wanted him to cum too. She wanted them to cum
together, the way lovers should.

"Yessss..." Robert said, his mind fogged with lust. "Okay...Okay..."
He swallowed hard, using his left hand to undo his trousers, just the
zipper, and he fumbled awkwardly for a moment but finally pulled his
aching penis free.

"Oh Robert..." Pauline had turned her head, looking down Robert's
smooth belly and watching. "It's so big...So nice..." She stared as
Robert gripped his cock in his left hand, his fist covering little
more than a third of its impressive length. He stroked it slowly,
watching Pauline as she watched him.

"Yeah...touch it for me...play with it...Oh god, Robert I feel
so...good right now..." Pauline shuddered as she started cumming,
pushing herself up onto her hands and knees. The woman pressed her ass
back, with her legs still spread wide as she fucked herself up and
down on Robert's finger.

Robert groaned, licking his lips and focused on nothing but Pauline.
He watched her ripe heavy breasts sway beneath her as she knelt on his
chest. Her eyes were closed, with an ecstatic smile frozen on her
beautiful face. He rubbed his cock faster, feeling his balls tighten,
becoming desperate to ejaculate their hot load. He imagined Pauline on
his penis, riding his cock instead of his finger, the look on her face
would be for his manhood as it entered her womb. He wanted her so
badly just then, more than anything else in the world it seemed.

"Let me..." Pauline gasped as she recovered from her orgasm, "...Let me
touch it...let me kiss it, Robert..."

And that was all the encouragement the man needed. He was lost now,
his mind filled only with images of Pauline impaled on his hardness.
He picked her up in his shaking hand, trying to be gentle, and placed
the woman next to his penis. It towered over her, already wet with
precum and turned dark and ruddy with excitement.

"Oh god..." Pauline was still shivering from her recent cum and she
stood weakly on Robert's uneven trousers, her feet sinking into the
polyester, staring at the enormous size of his cock.

Even if she'd been her normal size Pauline would have been impressed
with it, all of nine inches at least and so thick! She lunged for it,
literally, wrapping herself around the shaft where Robert's hand had
been. It was like hugging a telephone pole, she thought with a
breathless giggle, or no, it was thicker than that, a tree, a great
soft hard smooth warm tree that throbbed against her body. She kissed
it eagerly, dragging her tongue across the flesh, along the prominent
veins that fed precious energy to Robert's cock, giving it a life of
its own for Pauline's pleasure.

Robert moaned loudly, gripping the sheets in his fists as he watched
the relatively uncommon sight of a beautiful six inch woman wrapping
herself around a big hard penis. It was unreal and exciting and the
feel of her there, the way Pauline's hot body moved against him, her
breasts rubbing across his flesh, her thighs clasped tightly around
it. Her mouth, her tongue...Robert could feel it all. His flesh was
hyper-sensitive, as if every nerve in his body were focused on Pauline
and what she was doing. And what was doing was climbing him, or so it
seemed, pulling at the velvet soft skin surrounding the muscle
beneath, trying to pull herself up, and the experience was driving
Robert mad with pleasure.

Wetness spilled from the tip of Robert' cock, running wetly down the
smooth round glans and onto the shaft like a warm mountain spring. It
was thin stuff and slippery and Pauline laughed with insane ecstasy as
she wrestled with it, losing her grip and then finding another, her
body becoming wet with Robert's flowing desire. It was like a dream,
an erotic wet dream that Pauline never wanted to wake from. She was
riding a huge cock, a giant cock. It was the biggest cock in the world
and it was hers, all hers. She drank Robert's precum, literally
filling her tiny mouth with it and swallowing hungrily. She wanted
more though, she wanted something hot and thick and salty.

"Cum for me..." She begged the unhearing man. "Cum for me, Robert...I
want it...I want your sperm...Give it to me..."

Pauline was doing everything she could, rubbing her body up and down,
riding him as best she could, and that was enough. Robert couldn't
hold back, even if he'd wanted to. Baseball, Chevrolet, even thoughts
of his mom's sweet apple pie couldn't divert the wicked attentions of
Robert's horny mind. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath and
lifted his hips against the sudden tension that built deep in his
balls, and then with a great gasp of almost painful jubilation he felt
his cum rising like a rocket bound for Venus.

"Ohhhhh...Yessss!!" Pauline shrieked happily as she felt Robert's
penis jerk violently, throwing her off and literally knocking the
woman on her ass.

Sperm seemed to geyser from the great pink dome far above her, and
Pauline scrambled to her feet, pressing herself against that beautiful
cock. She grabbed tight, as tight as she could, feeling her own climax
just seconds away. It was like riding a wild stallion as that huge
cock spasmed and jerked wildly out of control. Robert was beyond
caring. He didn't bother to grab it, to aim his spewing load in any
particular direction, he just let it go and his cum flew everywhere,
spattering over his trousers and his t-shirt, onto the bed and down
his throbbing cock. It rained around Pauline in big thick dollops of
semen, making puddles big enough for her to bathe in.

But Pauline was too busy cumming herself. She had managed to hold on
somehow and her body shuddered with pleasure as it surrendered to the
pleasure coursing through her blood. The woman rubbed her cunt against
the hard shaft eagerly, grinding and spilling her own copious juices
to mix with his. It wasn't much by comparison, but that was a minor
thing and lost to Pauline as she rejoiced in their combined orgasm.
They'd done it, the small part of her that remained coherent said,
they'd made love and cum together. They were joined now, Pauline and
Robert, joined forever. He'd fucked her, made love to her even, and
now Brenda would pay for what she'd done.

There was only one more thing Pauline had to do...

Pauline was breathless and dizzy, but she found a large pool of
Robert's semen, still fresh, just seconds old. It had landed in the
soft thatch of dark pubic hair surrounding the base of his beautiful
cock and Pauline stumbled to it. She sat in it, laughing with orgasmic
joy as she worked great gobs of the stuff into her sex, pressing
Robert's sperm into her vagina and fingering herself deeply, pushing
it in as far as she could and bringing herself another delightful cum
in the process. She didn't know if it would get her pregnant or not
but she hoped so, she really did and a smile crept across her happy
face as she glanced at Robert, breathless and weak, groaning with his
eyes closed.

He was smiling too.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-==

End of chapter 7

rache696@yahoo.com
www.asstr.org/~rache/index.htm

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