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From: Bud Red <redbud@inbox.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Daydreams and Distractions 10: Cat in Heat (Redbud)
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Date: Mon, 16 Nov 2009 01:10:02 -0500
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From: Bud Red <redbud@inbox.com>

   Daydreams and Distractions 10: Cat in Heat

   Your heart is racing.

   You didn't think he would actually do it.

   You sit in the back seat, blindfolded, hands tied to ankles, thighs
open. He's left your pink panties on, but that's all.  The panties keep the
dildo inside you, vibrating, pressing only you know where.  Your pussy
grips the dildo with a preliminary spasm, as if it were a cock.  Your body
readies for semen.  Your belly clenches again and you groan.  What does a
million years of evolution know of dildos?  Your body only knows that your
thighs are open, your pussy is full.  The car stops.  The door opens.  Your
wrists are untied from your ankles.  You grunt as your pussy clenches
again. Almost.  You are gently but firmly pulled outside and dropped to
your knees.

   Your panties are yanked down.

   The dildo is slipped out of you.  You're ready to cum!  No!  You groan,
but you can't speak, a bandana covers and fills your mouth.  Then your
wrists are tied in front of you, just under your belly button.  The bandana
is taken out of your mouth but before you can speak his cock rounds your
lips and fills your mouth.  He holds you tightly by your hair, then groans
and fills your mouth.  It's a familiar taste.  You groan as the spurts
repeatedly strike the back of your throat.  Some you swallow, some drips
down your chin and between your breasts.  He draws something on your
cheeks. Whiskers?  He pushes you down onto your hands - now on your hands
and knees.

   The car's motor is still running.

   He locks a collar around your neck and you feel a chain along your
spine, the cool metal between the lips of your pussy, the end of it
dangling between your knees.  Bastard!  You smell like cum.  Your thighs
are wet.  Your pussy is hot and open.  Your belly is primed for the warmth
of semen.  You're hot.  You're bothered.  Every part of you hints at
readiness.  "If you're not home soon," he says with a smile in his voice.
"I'll call up the pound.  Can't have a cat in heat running around.  Poor
little female!  What with all the Tomcats around?  - one would mount you
for certain.  Run home, little cat!  I'll leave the door open!"

   You hear his steps, the car door close, and the pop of asphalt under
rubber.
   

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