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Subject: {ASSM} (REV) Brooke Anne Jackson's Story (MF, Fetish)
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In her email, she told me her name was Brooke Anne Jackson.

She came right out and asked. Her spelling was gruesome.

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. That's what happens when you hang around
Internet sex sites.

I wrote 'her' back. Ha, ha. See you in the funny pages. Who knows
maybe it was a lonely fat white guy with a little penis. Or maybe it
really was a hot young chick.

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, the licking of the pussy, 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 string 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 and her ass was
fat. Now, everyone that reads my stuff knows I like me chunky chicks
just fine. This was just amazing.

She had a wide flat nose. Frizzy, Afro-beautiful hair spread out into
a thick tent down her shoulders. She wore a dark pair of designer
sunglasses. Gucci or something. She had money or knew people with
money. The background was a big grassy backyard, with expensive
looking furniture. She was lying on some landscaped rocks looking wet
and sexy.

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 came up top of my search results. Facebook,
MySpace, Twitter. She had no sense.

She was in college, Purdue according to the banner hanging on the
wall. She had a bunch of white girlfriends hanging on to her. They
wore little gold and gray shorts. They stuck out their tongues, posing
like Charlie's Angels, and slapped each others asses. These pictures
were tamer than what I had in my email, but that was the same skanky
chick.

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. Thanks for the pictures, by the way.

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. I know you get around. Also, I
can't pay you anything. I'm in college, remember? Love, Brooke.

She attached more pictures.

There was a really nice looking Mexican girl pulling down her sweats.
She reminded me of my slut girlfriend from college, right down to her
meaty brown thighs.

This is my friend, Carla, she said. She likes to piss in my mouth.

I guess that's what the young kids are doing.

Carla was short and stocky but she gave my boner the warm fuzzies. She
was lying down on a bed, purple lacy bra and her chubby legs spread
wide open. Her gash was hairy on top and then long and grayish brown.
The line of her cunt merged with her ass. She looked like a little
fuck monster.

I tugged vigorously on my cock, but kept it together. I had an email
to write.

Thanks for your reply, Brooke. Thanks for the pictures. You're a
gorgeous woman. I'd love to write you a story and give you a good
fucking, too, but I'm, unfortunately, busy writing out my own ideas.
I'd have to get paid for my efforts. I'm sorry. Thanks and good luck.

She wrote me back the next day.

I think we can work something out. Don't give up.

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, Brooke. 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.

And maybe something more?

What do you have in mind, dirty boy?

I have this dick. Let's just say I'd want to fuck that tight brown
pussy.

Oh, you can fuck me all over, master.

Fuck me.

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. Carla and I want to be
immortalized.

I'll have to think about it. I unzipped my pants and started jacking
my cock hard.

We said our goodbyes and disconnected. I brought up her pictures, and
grabbed some paper towels. Quality time. I ended up jerking semen all
over my keyboard. Shit. I had to clean it up.

I went to sleep with my iPhone. Like clockwork, 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 pictures. 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 this skinny
chick lipstick tagged with the words slut on her tits. She looked out
sideways with a wide open mouth. She wore a nice blue dress. There
were some bathroom pics. Brooke in pink bra, blue panties, no panties,
no bra, a big curly bush, closeups of her pussy. Her pink labia was
like a slotted cut into her dark flesh.

I jerked and shot another load into my boxers. I closed my tired eyes,
fell asleep and dreamed about my first piece of chocolate.

The next day, 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 walked around the office with a boner in my pants.

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. Sloppy and nasty. I put extra
effort into making it good. I was getting paid, after all.

It took me five days to write and edit. She emailed me everyday with a
new set of pictures. Brooke kept me inspired. Then, out of the blue,
she dropped a surprise. She was going to be in Eugene the following
weekend.

I finished the story in lust driven fury. I emailed it to her after
midnight.

I was having a great time leading up to her arrival. I was alive with
anticipation. And then, the emails stopped. Maybe she was on vacation.
I asked her what was going on. I got nothing back for a whole week.
Nothing.

And she had my story.

I knew there was a chance of this happening. I had it figured out,
though. I went on Facebook and brought up her profile. I swear, stupid
college kids.

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 assholes
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.

Nice.

I posted my story and went to sleep. Next day, people started emailing
me about Brooke Anne Jackson. I filled in the details and sent them
her pictures. I was surprised at what happened next. I'll tell you.

My readers started sending me pictures of their wives and girlfriends.
From all over the world. How's that for a twist? I walked around with
my phone on vibrate, just waiting for the next generous reader email.
Private porn streamed into my in-box.  White pussy, black pussy, Asian
pussy. Pussy, pussy, pussy. And requests for stories. Not quite my
magic ten cents a word, but good money, still.

Thanks Brooke.

That wasn't the last I ever heard of Brooke, and her fucked up
friends. Not by a long shot. I kept writing stories and thinking about
her. Months later, she emailed me. She apologized. She made no
excuses. She wanted to make it up to me, so she started sending me
ideas and story outlines, and of course, more pictures.

When we finally got around to it, we arranged to meet at a hotel. I
saw her from across the lobby. She was a little older, but still very
beautiful, and she was pregnant, too. I walked over to her and gave
her a hug. She squeezed my balls.

When we got to our suite, I heard her speak.

Baby, she said.

She pulled down her pants before I ever turned on the lights. She was
thicker than ever. I dropped to my knees and buried my face in her
pregnant cunt. She clawed my hair. I drank her juices. She smelled of
coconut and peat. I made her cum on my face. Her big round stomach hid
me from her dark eyes.

That night, I fucked her from behind and jerked all over her stretched
stomach. I sucked and swallowed her titty milk. She called me, daddy.
She hollered and screamed. Our neighbors banged on the wall. Finally,
I plunged deep into her cunt and came all over her uterus. My eyes
rolled and I collapsed. She sucked my dick clean, and fell asleep with
her face in my crotch and her hands on my ass.

After that night, we got together many more times. Let's just say she
more than settled her tab.

Well, that's it for now. If you want to know more, just let me know.
I'm available and I have very reasonable rates.

And keep those pictures coming!

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