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Subject: The Clandestine Meeting: McStuff #4 (MF romance)
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"Assmaster McStuff and the Clandestine Meeting" (MF, romance)
Confucius say: man with hand in pocket feel cocky all day.
The usual drill applies: don't read this if you're under 21, or if
you're in a jurisdiction that thinks adults aren't capable of judging
for themselves what they can and can't enjoy. This story is a bit
different from previous McStuffs -- it dares to be a little bit
romantic. If you don't like it, don't worry. I'll be back to my normal,
scabrous, ass-busting self by the next issue.
The contents of this posting are copyright 1998, Assmaster McStuff. This
story may be posted to non-commercial, archival websites, or downloaded
for personal use. All other use constitutes copyright infringement.
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"One of my fantasies is about being entered with different sized
objects... and being blindfolded so I wouldn't know what was
coming...you know I like to be teased...."
....says her letter. Hollis and I have been in touch a time or two since
we met at a department store, but haven't had contact beyond a few brief
phone calls and letters. This note she leaves unsigned, knowing that I
will recognize her voice. So I write her back and tell her where and
when to meet me. I spend the days before our meeting making my...
selections.
~~~~
When I knock on the door of her hotel room I hear a nervous "hello?" and
quickly put my hand over the peephole.
"Hollis, it's me. Unlock the bolt, then sit on the bed and face away
from the door." I wait to hear the latch, and then enter. She is
sitting on the edge of the bed as requested, naked -- her back a bit too
straight. She is tense.
It is good to put a body on a memory. I enjoy my renewed sight of her in
the flesh and marvel at the curves and planes. We will reveal ourselves
this evening.
"Hollis, remember not to turn around," I say as I sit on the bed behind
her. She feels the weight of my body and wonders what she's doing here.
"Don't be nervous Hollis. I'm here tonight only for you -- I want to
make you smile and laugh and climax."
She likes the feel of my breath on her shoulder. "It's hard not to turn
around isn't it Hollis? Do you want to hear a silly joke?"
She nods -- What in the world is this guy thinking?
"What do men and floor tiles have in common, Hollis?"
I wait, but she doesn't respond, so I answer:
"If you lay them right you can walk all over them."
She reaches around to swat me and says "I've heard that before! That's
not sexy!"
"No, but this is. Put it on."
In her lap is a black velvet blindfold. She is nervous again and fumbles
a bit while tying the straps behind her head and I help her secure them
tightly. "Hollis, can you see anything?"
"No," she says, truthfully.
"Good. Remember that I'm here tonight to make you feel good. I might
tease you a little, but only gently. I'm not going to tie you up, so if
I tell you to do something that just doesn't turn you on, you can always
refuse. But I don't think you will. There is a line in a song I like:
'You're soft as glass and I'm a gentle man / we got the sky to talk
about and all the world to lie upon.' Hollis, we're going to travel
tonight. Are you ready?"
She nods -- the words won't come.
"Now why don't you stand up Hollis. I want to look at you."
She stands next to the bed -- she is still a bit unsure of this. She
hears a flick -- is that a light switch? "Yes Hollis, I want all of the
lights on. I want to fix you forever in my mind."
It is a shame that the top half of her face is covered by the blindfold.
But her lips are beautiful and look like they're built to -- no, I will
not get carried away with my thoughts. I want to restrain myself for
now.
She jumps as I press my lips against hers, a kiss: soft, slow, moist, no
tongue. Mmm.....And now I can see that I will have trouble holding
myself back. This time I hold her head, gently, and kiss her again. She
thinks she tastes strawberries on my mouth -- but she knows her
imagination sometimes overheats and she's too embarrassed to ask.
"Hollis," I whisper. Quietly. "Hollis, if this were a different night I
would ask you to wrap your lips around my sex. I would make love to your
beautiful mouth until I filled it with my seed. But that's not what I'm
after tonight....."
I step back a bit.
"Hollis, I want to look at you. Cup your breasts for me."
Oh...... now this is a turn on...... her breasts spill over her hands
and beg for attention.
"Caress them a bit Hollis. I want to see you move."
Awkwardly, at first, her hands slide around and over her breasts and she
lets out a little gasp as she feels my mouth just to the side of her
left nipple. I trace a lazy circle with my tongue -- around and around
the nipple -- never quite reaching it. Then the right breast.... down to
her stomach.... out to her shoulder.... my mouth goes marking...... This
is too much! she thinks. When is he going to -- oh! as my lip slips over
her taut nipple and give it a little bite. Her nipple grows even tighter
as I suck it into my mouth..... and she feels a small tingle elsewhere
in her body..... more on this later......
I stand up after kissing the other breast, and she can feel my whisper
in her ear as much as hear it.
Quietly: "Hollis, if this were a different night I would ask you to
press your beautiful breasts together as I made love to them with my
cock. I would stroke your breasts until I came on your beautiful
nipples. But that's not what I'm after tonight....."
I kiss her mouth again; this time she can taste a bit of herself on my
lips.
"Hollis, turn around. I want to look at your ass. Mmm..... Hollis,
that's a sweet ass."
She can hear me kneel, and she moans as she feels the tip of my tongue
trace tiny crosses on her cheeks.
"Hollis, why don't you bend over and open yourself up for me? That's
good."
I do not move, and she blushes as she stands in front of me exposed in
such fashion. We are both remembering a certain pair of blue satin
panties. She can feel my gaze. Why is he taking so long? she thinks, and
moans as she feels my lips making a gentle ring to match
hers.........and moans again as my tongue presses past her ring and into
her body. God, his tongue is long she thinks as she leans back into my
face.
She hears me stand and feels my breath again near her face. "Hollis, if
this were a different night I would ask you to spread your cheeks for me
while I stretched your beautiful ass to fit me. I would enter you there
and flood you with my cum. But that's not what I'm after tonight......
Why don't you turn around and face me, lover."
She moves to my kiss on her neck, and jumps as she feels my hand between
her legs, very high on her thigh, but not quite --
"Ahhh this.... this, Hollis. This is what I'm after tonight."
She is wet now. And squirming. And surprised. Surprised at how little
she really wants to be teased.
But I have yet to touch her most secret place. My hand rests heavily on
her thigh, and her scent drifts up and speaks to us both: Oh can't he
just -- won't he just --
"Lie down on the bed Hollis. I want to hold you and whisper to you."
I lie down next to her and she thinks he is so much bigger than me......
I curl up next to her and place a hand on her arm, gently.
"Hollis, do you like poetry? Of course you do." Quietly. She almost
cannot hear my whisper. "I want to share with you a poem I read in a
book long ago and learned for just such an occasion. Do not worry about
what it means. Just listen to the sounds:"
And this is what she hears as we lie together, touching only at hand and
shoulder, all static and tension and anticipation:
He ido marcando con cruces de fuego
el atlas blanco de tu cuerpo.
Mi boca era una arana que cruzaba escondiendose.
En ti, detras ti, temerosa, sedienta.
And now she feels my lips touch her ear and something -- warm -- brush
against her thigh. I continue:
Historias que contarte a la orilla del crepusculo,
muneca triste y dulce, para que no estuvieras triste.
Un cisne, un arbol, algo lejano y alegre.
El tiempo de las uvas, el tiempo maduro y frutal.
"Open your legs for me lover."
I rest my hand low on her abdomen. Very still. So close. Here is what I
said:
I have gone marking the atlas of your body
with crosses of fire.
My mouth went across: a spider, trying to hide.
In you, behind you, timid, driven by thirst.
She feels my hand move away from her abdomen.
Stories to tell you on the shore of evening,
sad and gentle doll, so that you should not be sad.
A swan, a tree, something far away and happy.
The season of grapes, the ripe and fruitful season.
And with the word season she gasps as something cold and hard and very
slender slips into her sex. Mmmmmm...... she squeezes her legs together
and squirms.
"No Hollis. Open your legs for me. I want to see your beauty."
She feels the object slip a bit deeper into her... not far, and not
roughly. It is very cold, but warming rapidly.
"Do you know what it is Hollis?"
"M- metal," is what she manages to say.
"Hollis, I didn't know you stuttered." And just as quickly the object is
withdrawn. "Open your mouth for me lover."
She does. She laughs out loud as she tastes a cool strawberry on a now
well-warmed spoon. She thinks: So that was what I tasted on his mouth!
She can smell her scent on the slender handle of the spoon as she enjoys
the fruit. And she moans as I press my lips against hers and press the
strawberry deeper into her mouth with my tongue.
"Lover, will you hold the spoon for me? I want to free my hands."
She takes the spoon in her hand and grip it tightly; it is warm and
slick and a reminder. She feels me shift on the bed and gasp as the soft
skin of my sex brushes against her lips.
"No baby, close your mouth. I won't take you there tonight. I just want
to caress your face with my cock." The lightest brush of skin on skin --
her face is burning and she has been marked. The head of my sex brushes
her temple and rasps lightly across the velvet of the blindfold. And
just like that it's gone.
She feels my weight between her legs and gasp again as something -- not
very large -- parts her sex. She grips the spoon tightly in her hand.
"What do you feel now Hollis?"
"Plastic," she says.
"Very good. Tell me what it is lover."
She is silent, and presses her hips against this small intruder.
Mmmmm...... she wants to be a bit more filled than this......... "Don't
lose me Hollis. Tell me what it is."
Her mind races and she reaches for the right word........ just as she
says "a nozzle?" she jumps and feel a thick liquid squeezed into her
sex. Mmmmmm...... more.
And just like that -- the object is withdrawn.
"Put down the spoon Hollis and hold this. I am going to go marking."
She takes the container in her hand and touches it to her lips -- a
bottle of honey, of course. And I can no longer wait. I press my mouth
softly against her beautiful sex and drink my fill of her and make love
to her with my mouth.
Oh -- how wet she is! And how ready I am to give her pleasure. My tongue
swirls around and into her sex and kisses her clit and presses into her
again. And again. Swirl and kiss and --
Oh god please don't stop now!
I weigh it in my head -- to tease her more or to help her arrive......
...but tonight is about her pleasure and I press my lips to her sex
again. She has forgotten that I asked her to hold the bottle of honey
and she drops it to hold my hair in her hands. We have waited for this
and now it is oh this yes there and oh that yes here oh and she is
closer and I can feel her tension and mmm.........
I slow the movements of my tongue as her sex squeezes around me and she
can see through her blindfold up through the ceiling to the stars in the
sky and they are all yelling in unison cum Hollis cum and she is there.
~~~
Mark but this flea, and mark in this,
How little that which thou deny'st me is;
It sucked me first, and now sucks thee,
And in this flea, our two bloods mingled be;
Thou knowest that this cannot be said
A sin, nor shame, nor loss of maidenhead,
Yet this enjoys before it woo,
And pampered swells with one blood made of two,
And this, alas, is more than we would do.
-- John Donne
Hollis is sleeping. Her peace is interrupted by a flea -- jumping around
her body, knowing her intimately. Was that a bite? Is it whispering to
Hollis?
~~~~
"Wake up Hollis. I thought it was uniquely male behavior to doze off
after climaxing. Did you mumble something about stars as you were
falling asleep?"
She blushes. A bit disoriented. Her body tingles as her dream slips from
her memory.... she wonders why the room is so dark and then she
remembers and reaches for her blindfold.
"No lover, the blindfold stays for now. There are other ways to see me,
you know. We haven't finished travelling."
I lean a bit closer....... the scent of our sex brings her fully awake
and she hears me whisper "I still haven't taken you......"
And then she is alone in the bed. She hears water running in the
bathroom.... and feel my weight next to her once again. A wet flannel
washcloth rubs against her thighs, and between her legs. Over her
stomach. Between her cheeks where the honey has dripped. I caress her
face with my hand as I wash her. A finger slips between her lips.
"I could have you here couldn't I." She does not hear a question mark as
my finger wiggles a bit in her mouth. She says "...mmm hmmm."
She feels the washcloth press a bit more insistently between her cheeks.
"And here." Again, no question. She blushes and nods.
"But tonight we're after the same thing aren't we lover? I want to mark
you deeply and best."
Yes. She need not reply.
She feels a hand again between her legs.
"Move for me lover." She presses gently against my hand, the tingling in
her sex diffusing throughout her body, gentle rhythms of pleasure
thrumming in her joints and synapses and she's fully awake again as we
move together -- mouth to mouth, chest to breast, hand to sex, thigh to
thigh.....
This is enough -- she whispers, or thinks, or shouts with her body -- I
want you now -- and I understand.
I hold myself over her and whisper, "I have one more thing for your sex
Hollis."
She feels something between her legs, at the cusp of her lips. "Tell me
what you feel Hollis."
It is thick and hard and the heat of it confuses her and she can't get
the word out -- "It's your c-c-c-"
"That's right Hollis, it's my cock. I'm going to fuck you now."
The blindfold falls away and she sees the the room has no walls and that
my eyes are like stars there for her and she is open and I am there and
she is tight and nervous and giddy and hot and needing to be fucked and
I stop moving for a moment and say:
"Relax Hollis. Remember, you're soft as glass......"
She smiles and says, "And you're a gentle man."
Then let's talk about the sky.......
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Assmaster McStuff #4: "Assmaster McStuff and the Clandestine Meeting."
April 28, 1998. The "soft as glass..." line comes from a song called "To
Live is to Fly" performed by the Cowboy Junkies on the record Black-eyed
Man. The poem "I Have Gone Marking" is by Pablo Neruda, found in the
book "Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair."
Previous Assmaster McStuff (look for it by searching at
www.dejanews.com):
#1. "Assmaster McStuff and His E-Mail Honey." (MF, anal, light bdsm)
#2. "Girl Talk: Assmaster McStuff Listens In." (FF oral, cybersex)
#3. "Assmaster McStuff and the Stolen Panties." (MF, anal, reluctant)
Forthcoming Stuff: "Assmaster McStuff and the Pacific Rim."
Thank you for reading. Constructive criticism is welcome. So are
blowjobs.
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