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Subject: {ASSM} The Porn Reader Demands Quality - by Redbud
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Date: Tue, 11 Aug 2009 12:10:02 -0400
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	The porn reader spooned his wife. He pushed his hard-on against
her ass.
	"Not now," she sighed, "I have to sleep."
	The porn reader knew better than to insist. She was tired. Maybe
tomorrow morning? He sighed. He turned away from her and quietly
stroked himself.
	"What are you doing?"
	"Nothing..."
	"I just want to sleep."
	The porn reader turned onto his back. He missed the early days,
when neither of them could get enough. He missed how his wife
used push against him in the middle of the night, how she would
open her legs and press her wetness against his thigh.
	He missed waking up to a blow job.
	He missed the spontaneity, the quickie. He missed her interest.
	She snored.
	The porn reader quietly climbed out of bed, threaded the
darkness until he'd closed the door to his computer room. The
desktop flickered to life. He searched ASSM, then found
Storiesonline. He knew what he wanted. He wanted her young, 16 or
maybe 14. He wanted her naive and he wanted CP. Yes, and if the
sex was mildly NC, all the better. HET. RELUCT. MF, but Mf would
be better. He wanted her young and horny with a hard body and a
soft, naive little pussy. No rape. Mdom and maybe a little rough?
Spanking would be ok. He was in the mood to spank a girl until
she fluttered with orgasm.
	And there it was.
	The perfect story. Yes.
	No.
	He left the room. Where was the god damned bottle opener? Pale
ale? No. Lite? God no. Guinness. Dark. Bitter. That's what he was
in the mood for. He was ready for a girl to be taken hard,
slender legs open, back arched and gasping. She would learn what
girls were good for.
	The bottlecap clattered to the floor. He poured the bottle into
his favorite glass. The head just overflowed the lip. He was
reminded of a girl's cream pie, the lips of her sex just
overflowing with a froth of cum.
	He hurried back to his computer.
	He sat.
	No.
	He stood and took off his briefs.
	He sat.
	This was quality time.
	He clicked on the story and there she was.
	The porn reader was 47 with a beer gut, receding hairline and
socks.
	She was beautiful. She was 14. This was her FIRST.
	There wasn't an ounce of fat on the girl. She was smooth, sleek
and hard bodied. But her breasts were soft and perky. There was a
slight fuzz at the meeting of her legs, just the way he liked.
Her stomach was hard and young, but he knew her pussy was soft.
She was naked and embarrassed. A single pearl hung from each of
her nipple clamps . Her chest was flushed and red. She was
aroused but trying to hide it.
	"You know why you're here?" he asked her.
	"No," she answered. "I... I was just told to be here."
	Yes, he thought, innocent and naive.
	"Do you know what a man does to a girl?"
	She cast her gaze downward. She was shy. "I've heard some...
rumors."
	Turn around," he said.
	She glanced up at him reluctantly, maybe defiantly, but then she
slowly turned around. A mandala was tattooed on the small of her
back. 'Yes,' he thought to himself, she has spiritual
pretensions. I'll be cumming on that little tattoo. Her ass was
perfect and her hips were flawless. Jesus. He quaffed some
bitter.
	"Put your hands behind your back and kneel."
	She glanced back at him, fearful, but her breathing deepened.
The look was priceless. Her nipples were hard and the pearls
swung. "Please," she said. She glanced at his cock, hard and
upright. "What are you going to... to do to me?"
	He interrupted her. "I said get on your knees."
	She did, awkwardly but in that the beautiful feminine way that
hardens cocks. Christ. Her back was flawless and smooth. She
arched naturally.
	"Now bend over," he said, stroking his cock.
	She moaned but bent over, her hands behind her back, her cheek
on the floor.
	The porn reader stood up.
	No.
	Wait.
	He quaffed more bitter and wiped his mouth with his wrist. "Tell
me what you want," he burped.
	"I don't know..." she answered quietly.
	The porn reader saw the wetness between her legs. She couldn't
hide it - bent over and vulnerable. He got on his knees behind
her and smacked her ass. She cried out and her head snapped back.
She kept her hands behind her back. He smacked her again and
again she cried out. Her hips swivelled and her back arched. She
was gasping. Moisture seeped from her young belly and dripped
along her thigh. The porn reader was getting ready. He held his
cock. Christ, but he was hard.
	"Tell me what happens to young teen-aged girls!" he demanded.
	"Your going to fuck me?"
	Her answer was like a slap. The porn reader faltered. His stroke
fell out of sync.
	"No," he said, trying to recover. "'You're going to fuck me'."
	"I am?"
	"No. 'YOU ARE."
	"Thats what I said!"
	"No you didn't."
	"I did to."
	"Stop!" he begged.
	"What?"
	"You said..." The porn reader smacked his balls. "Oh..." he
groaned... "Oh shit, that hurt."
	"Your ok?" she asked.
	"Don't talk," he groaned.
	"Dont you want to fuck me?"
	"Stop!" The porn reader fell back on his ass. "I can't... I
can't do this."
	"Why?"
	"You're missing an apostrophe."
	"A what?"
	"An apostrophe," he moaned. "You're missing an apostrophe."
	"No Im not."
	"Jesus!" The porn reader felt nauseous. He reached, hands
shaking, for his bitter. "I'm sorry. It's not you. It's me." He
struggled to his feet. His gut bumped the keyboard. It clattered
to the floor.
	"Please," she begged. "Please! Fcuk me! I can't breath. Cant you
see how young I am? Im disparate."
	"Oh... dear God!" The porn reader swooned. "You're missing an e
and you have typo."
	"But..." The girl stood in a huff. "Cant you evn look at me?"
	The porn reader's cock was going limp. "It's just that... I
mean... you're beautiful, you're young and you're an innocent
virgin... but..." He guzzled his beer. He had to get the taste of
typo out of his mouth. "I have standards," he burped. "You have
typo. You need help. Come back when you've been treated. Please."
	"Fine," the girl stomped. "Like I want to due this for free? Ill
find a real man that can fuck me. A man I can respect of."
	The porn reader fell to his knees, wrist to forehead, head
averted, other hand waving her away. "Just go! Go! Please! I
demand quality! I can't do this any more!" He fumbled for the
keyboard. He banged at the <Escape> key.
	The girl slammed the door behind hre.

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