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Subject: {ASSM} Brooke Anne Jackson's Story (Black, BBW, Fan Mail)
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Date: Fri, 22 May 2009 14:10:01 -0400
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In her email, she told me her name was Brooke Anne Jackson.

She came right out and asked, I want you to write a story about me.
I'm a 19 year old college student. I'm bi, I turned 2 of my high
school friends into pussy loving lesbians. I even seduced one of their
mothers. I have pierced nipples and I'm thinking about getting a ring
on my clit. I love to tease, it makes the fuck so much hotter. I like
swimming naked in my pool and walking around sweaty in my Sunday dress
with nothing underneath. It drives my dad crazy. I know I remind him
of my mom.

Fucking-a. I've been spammed. Through Google Mail, no less. That's
what happens when you hang around sex sites.

I wrote her back. Ha ha. See you in the funny pages.

She replied, I'm for real. I love your stuff on alt.stories. Your
stories are hot. I'm a natural girl. I have it where it counts. I know
you like that in a woman. I respect a man that appreciates
curves .You'll love writing about me.

She told me she had read all my stories: I like you're portrayal of
sex. I like how you describe a woman's thigh and ass, when the guys
grabbing this and that and then fucking them. I like the trick
endings, too. Write me a story. I've attached some pictures to give
you some ideas.

As if the crazy fan mail wasn't enough. Now, I'm getting dirty
pictures in my mail box.

I opened up the attachments.

I was expecting some crazy looking white chick. I've dated a few of
those. This was a regular chocolate bunny piece of dark meat. She wore
two different white bikinis in her photo sets. She was thick, and I'm
not talking thick like pudding, more like a juicy piece of sizzling
pan fried mutton. Her belly was curvy and wide, she wasn't even trying
to squeeze anything in. Her tits hung low. She had frizzed afro-
beautiful hair, and it spread out in into a thick tent down to her
shoulders. She had large beautiful eyes and a wide nose. She wore a
dark pair of designer sunglasses. Guccis or something. She had money
or knew people with money. The background was a nice looking backyard,
and she was lying down in some landscaped rocks beside a blue pool.

Thankfully, there's Google and Facebook, and this chick, beside not
being able to write a 2 page fuck story, gave me her real name. I copy
pasted Brooke Anne Jackson into the search bar and presto, my
chocolate cupcake bunny piece of mutton showed up. She was in college,
Purdue from what the banner hanging in the wall said. She had a bunch
of girlfriends hanging on to her. They were sticking out their
tongues, posing like Charlie's Angels, and slapping each others asses.
They were tamer than what I had in my email, but that was the same
skanky slut.

I wrote her back.

Hi, thanks for the email and the letters. I very much enjoy writing
sex stories. I appreciate your interest in having me write one about
you. I can think of all sorts of fun scenarios. As you know, it takes
time and talent to write a good story. I know you can appreciate that.
My word rates are very reasonable. I charge 10 cents a word. Most of
my stories run no longer than 4,000 words. At the high end, and this
is just the high-end, we're talking no more than 400 bucks. Let me
know what you think.

Sincerely, AntaeusQ.

I turned my iPhone to vibrate on new emails. She wrote:

Thanks for writing back. I would love for you to write me a story.
But, I was just thinking it would be something between you and me. I
wouldn't want it posted all over the Internet. I've seen your work in
every sex story site online. Also, I can't pay you anything. I'm in
college, remember? Love, Brooke.

I wrote back:

Thanks for your reply, Brooke. I'd love to write your story but I'm,
unfortunately, busy writing out my own ideas. I'd want to get paid for
my efforts. Thanks and good luck.

She wrote me back the next day.

I think we can work something out.

She told me to meet her on Yahoo chat later that night. We hooked up
and started typing away.

Hi. Hi. How you doing? How's school.

So, you still want me to write you a story?

Yes. Use my name. I get off seeing my name in a story. (So, this was
not her first time reaching out)

But you can't pay, right?

Right.

So, listen, I appreciate your interest in my work, but I can't work
for free. I've got to eat.

Wait. How about we try something. Do you really live in Portland?

Yeah, that's why I write about Portland all the time. Best place in
the world.  Ever been? Nice weather, close to the falls, good place to
live. Why?

Well, I have friends that go to school in Eugene. I go there a couple
times a year. If you write me a story, I could maybe make it worth
your while. I can bring a friend. You can eat us out.

Interesting, fascinating.

How old are you by the way, exactly? I'm thinking you're not too old.

Mid 30s.

You ever been with a black girl, before?

No, I haven't. White, Asian, Mexican, Puerto Rican. No Negroes.

Blacks, she corrected me.

Sorry, blacks.

So what do you think? Can you write me a hot story and email it to me.
Just me, remember. I want to read it, knowing it was written with me
in mind. Maybe write my friends into it.

I'll have to think about it.

We said our goodbyes and disconnected.

I went to sleep with my iPhone. Just as I suspected, she emailed me.
She repeated that she was a great fan, and what it would mean to her.
She stroked my ego. I stroked my cock. She attached more of her
pictures, they got more revealing. She showed me the pucker of her
asshole, she laid out her collection of thongs, myriad dildos, and a
bunch of other rubber junk. There were pictures of some of her white
girlfriends. One of them was lipstick tagged with the words slut on
her tits. She had on a nice blue dress. She threw in some new ones
she'd taken in the bathroom. A pink bra, blue panties, no panties, no
bra, a big curly bush, some closeups of her bushy pussy, her pink
labia like a cut into her dark meat.

I jerked myself to sleep, and dreamed about my first piece of
chocolate.

The next day I woke up and before I went to work, I emailed Ms.
Jackson.

It's a deal. We'll talk details later. Can't wait.

I wrote up some ideas on the bus. Too many. I stopped typing and got
my mind off the sex. I opened up a collection of short stories and
read one about a guy and a girl pulling on a baby. Shit. I started
typing, again.

I got an email from Brooke later that morning. She attached a picture
of her cute face giving me a kiss. I was distracted for the rest of
the day. I got on the bus and started writing her story.

I decided to write about the time she bought her car and the salesgirl
cut 1000 bucks off the price, all for sucking the salesgirl's cunt.
White girl on black. Pussy, fingers, bumping pussies, black thighs,
white ass. A straight stroke story.

I put extra effort into making it good. I was getting paid, after all.
It took me five days to write and edit. I had her email me everyday
with a new set of pictures. Brooke kept me inspired. She surprised me
and told me she was going to be in Eugene the following weekend. I
finished the story and emailed it to her.

I was having a great time leading up to her arrival. And then, I
stopped getting emails from her.  I emailed her and asked her what was
going on? I got nothing.

And she had my story.

I'd thought about this happening. I had it figured out. I went on
Facebook and brought up her profile.

I scanned her Facebook contacts and I started sending friend requests
to all of her people. They wouldn't know who I was, of course. They'd
think they met me at a bar, maybe at some frat, and was reconnecting.
A couple of them accepted my requests. From there, I sent her pictures
into the wild. She was fucked. There are no barriers on the Internet.
How far something goes depends on how far you throw it.

Her response was as scathing and nasty as you'd expect. I corrected
the misspellings and shit grammar:

Mother fucker. Fuck you and your mother fucking stories. You are an
evil pathetic dickless little worm. You probably don't even have a
dick to piss with. There would have been no need for me to turn you,
because I know what you are. A little dickless bitch. I fuck nerdy
little fucks like you with my clit. I smack mother fuckers like you. I
shit on mother fuckers like you. I step and spit on mother fuckers
like you. So fuck you, suck my clit, and kiss my big black ass,
because that's all you'll ever get from me. Bitch.

It wasn't the last I ever heard of Brooke, and her fucked up friends.
We reconnected a few years later. She was a little wiser then. And
pregnant. But that's another story.

If you want to hear more, I'm available.

I have very reasonable rates.

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