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Subject: {ASSM} The Wild Side (MF) Chapter 5 (last one for now)
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Chapter 5

	“Cutter,” she breathed, the word barely more than a whisper. 

	Bridget stood near the fountain in the large crowded banquet hall
of the Brentwood Country Club.  All around her, people talked and chatted
inanely about uninteresting topics while Bridget stood near the broad
window and looked longingly at the distant mountains. The sun’s last
light was gilding the peaks as the shadows grew, creeping toward the
summit.

	Four days had passed since she had hastily said good-bye to her
rescuer high in those mountains. Four long days, and even longer nights,
since they had coupled together on the porch of the rustic cabin. The
heat of that encounter still lingered strongly in Bridget’s mind, as she
toyed with the diamond necklace that hung about her slender neck. She had
concocted a story to placate the police concerning her disappearance. She
claimed to have lost control of her car, then she had called Marjorie on
her cellular phone to come and get her, returning to her home that that
instead of the Lake Lodge. Marjorie had cooperated with the deception,
but was very hurt by the fact that Bridget refused to give her any
details about what had really happened.

	The Annual Arts Festival was a major success, due in large part
to Bridget’s efforts as co-coordinator. Not that she cared now. In fact,
she had thought seriously about staying home again tonight, to wait for
her hero to come down from the mountain as she had been promised. But
Marjorie and Beth had cajoled and guilted her into attending, stating
that she had a responsibility to attend. So she had come, dressed in her
finest for the occasion, even if her heart and mind were far away.

	Her dress was black velvet and strapless, with a cinched waist
that most closely resembled a corset. The neckline plunged, the underwire
of the seemingly delicate bra hidden beneath pushing her round breasts
into an impressive delecotage’. Dark, line back stockings finished the
sultry look with her legs ending in a pair of black velvet pumps with
gold tipped stiletto heels, a sexy, slim gold buckled strap encircling
each ankle. The men attending the Festival Banquet devoured her with
their eyes, but Bridget hardly noticed tonight. In the past, she would
have reveled in the obvious attention her looks brought her, but tonight
her mind was on one person alone, and he was still mysteriously absent.

	She remembered the glass of champagne that she held in one satin
gloved hand, and she brought it up to her deep red lips. She glanced
about the ballroom, trying desperately to think of a reason to excuse
herself and go home. She was positive that Cutter would make good on his
promise to come to her as soon as he could.  No matter how jaded she had
become at the hands of her lying husband, she was convinced of Cutter’s
goodness and sincerity. Though she really knew so little about him, she
yearned for his touch, 

...and she trusted him.

	“Bridget,” came a woman’s voice from behind her, “Have you met
Mr. Smithers?”

	Bridget sighed and turned toward Marjorie and her guest, well
worn words of welcome already forming on her lips as her eyes fell on the
trio standing before her. The words never saw life as Bridget froze in
place, almost dropping the crystal glass that she held. Marjorie stood
beside a heavy set man of about 60, who reached out to shake the hand
that Bridget still unconsciously offered in greeting. He was saying
something, but the actual words were lost to Bridget amid the pounding of
her pulse in her ears. The other man flanking the two was tall, close to
6 feet, with long brown hair that was beginning to go grey at the
temples. His grey eyes sparkled with amusement at Bridget’s reaction to
his surprise appearance here. A faint smile tugged at the corners of his
mouth as he tried to conceal his gratification at her response. 

	“....and this is Mr. McGuiness, an artist with the Earth Arts
Center.” Marjorie’s voice rose louder in an attempt to rouse her friend
from her obvious stupor. “He has some marvelous pieces in the Festival
this year.”

	“Mrs. Wentworth,” Cutter said, stepping forward, “I am very
pleased to make your acquaintance.” He arched one eyebrow in a
conspiratorial look as he raised her hand to his lips briefly. Bridget
could feel her skin warm beneath his lips, even through the smooth fabric
of the elbow length gloves. Cutter was an impressive figure, in a tuxedo
or not, and Bridget could sense the envious stares of the women in the
room as she stood toe to toe with him. 

	Marjorie tried once more to engage Bridget into a conversation
with the older man, before hustling him away to meet someone else. She
cast a disapproving glance at Bridget for her rudeness as she led the
grey haired gentleman away, then smiled to herself as she noticed Cutter
and Bridget standing mesmerized and still as stones facing each other.

	“Miss me?” Cutter asked, grinning wickedly.

	“I thought you’d never come,” she said finding her voice at last.

	“I thought it best to lay low for awhile, but things seemed to
have settled down well enough.”

	“Lets go someplace quieter,” she said, her heels bringing her
almost to his height as she took a step nearer to him.

	“Why, Mrs. Wentworth,” he said, feigning shock, “what WILL the
ladies of the Club say?”

	The corners of her red, full lips turned up into their own wicked
smile as she reached out to take his hand.

	“What ever the Hell they want to...” she replied, leading him
through the crowd toward the hallway.

	They wound through the bustle of people as Bridget lead Cutter
forward. The long full mane of her black hair bobbed and weaved down her
back in masses of large curls as they pressed on. Finally, they reached
the quieter hallway with its rows of dark stained wooden doorways.
Halfway down the row of doors, Bridget stopped, extending one finger to
press the numbers of the keypad lock that safeguarded the office beyond.
The lock disengaged with an audible click and Bridget swung the door
open, pulling Cutter in behind her before closing it again. 

	The office was dark, with no windows to the outside. Cutter could
see nothing as he Bridget released his hand to feel her way across the
room. There was a sharp click, followed by a glow of light from a lamp
where it sat near the center of a large oak desk. Bridget sat on the edge
of the desk facing Cutter, her long legs crossed forcing the hem of the
dress to ride higher up her thighs.  The top edge of her stockings and
the strap of one garter peeked out from beneath the cloth. Bridget
drummed the fingers of one hand on the desktop slowly, the clicking of
the long nails muffled by the satin of the gloves. She could see the
outline of Cutter’s cock clearly as it grew beneath the fabric of his
pants. She watched it as if hypnotized, her pink tongue darting out to
run lightly across her upper lip.  Cutter’s dick jumped visibly and
strained behind the zipper of his pants at this, and Bridget smiled, her
eyes darting up to Cutter’s face. She held out one satin covered arm and
commanded him to come forward by moving her finger.

	Cutter walked forward and bent to kiss her, but Bridget placed
her slender fingers against his warm lips, stopping him.  She tilted her
head and stretched her neck upward to brush her hot warm lips against the
skin of his throat. She smiled as her hot, moist breath caused his skin
to quiver. She licked him from the end of his white shirt collar to the
edge of his jaw, slowly, her slender fingers encircling his wrists and
forcing his strong hands to remain flat against the top of the desk on
either side of where she sat. Cutter tilted his head backward, exposing
his throat to her hot, wet kisses. Assured that he would remain in this
position, Bridget released his wrists and unbuttoned the starched shirt
from top to bottom, her tongue and lips working their way ever downward
across his chest as it was exposed. Her satin covered hands spread the
cloth away from his muscular body, revealing his nipples for her mouth’s
pleasure. As she sucked and nibbled upon his nipples, Cutter’s now rock
hard cock brushed back and forth against her still crossed legs, through
the fabric of his pants. 

	Bridget’s hands deftly released the belt and button holding
Cutter’s pants, and slowly pulled the zipper down, his shaft bulging
through the underwear beneath.  His pants slid easily to the floor, as
Bridget pulled the shirt and jacket back and off his powerful arms. 
Bridget traced the outline of his straining member through the cotton of
the boxers with one finger, Cutter’s cock jumping with every touch of her
hand.  Hooking her fingers into the waist band, she sent it too toward
the floor, where Cutter stepped free of the garments. His huge cock was
fully free now, and it stood out erect in a gentle upward curve from
above his wrinkled scrotum. The purple head seemed to throb as Bridget
wrapped her long fingers around the thick shaft, running her hand over
it’s length from head to base. She cradled his balls in one hand, while
she slowly pumped his shaft with the other, her eyes riveted to the site
of it in her small hands. 

	Cutter bent once again to kiss her, but she slipped easily from
his reach. Uncrossing her legs, Bridget slipped down from her seat on the
desk, to crouch before him.  He stood, leaning upon his arms against the
desk top, the smooth head of his dick swaying in the air just inches from
Bridget’s face. She kissed one thigh, and then the other, her tongue
briefly flicking against his balls between each. As she squatted atop the
stiletto heels, Bridget felt the warming wetness building in her cunt.
She knew that the juices would spread out to the black lace panties soon
and might even drip to the floor in this position, but she didn’t care. 

	Grasping Cutter’s cock in her left hand, Bridget pulled the skin
back toward his body, forcing it even tighter over the bulging head. The
small hole in the end gaped open like a mouth as Bridget lightly tickled
the swollen head of Cutter’s cock with her wet tongue. Around and around,
she circled the head, stopping occasionally to kiss the tip with her
moist red lips. Cutter’s breathing increased, and Bridget could see the
muscles in his legs begin to ripple in pleasure. Softly, she wrapped her
wonderfully supple lips around Cutter’s meat, just behind the bulging rim
of the head. Bridget’s hot tongue flicked within her mouth along the
sensitive underside as Cutter began to slightly thrust his hips forward
and back. She knew his dick was aching to stroke fully in and out of her
burning mouth, but she did not allow it. For ages she tortured him with
the pleasure of holding the head of his cock in her mouth, her tongue
working its way over the underside and the tip. 

	Cutter’s hands gripped the edge of the desk, and Bridget thought
he just might rip it to pieces with those muscular arms. Slowly at first,
and then at a faster pace, Bridget slid her red lips down Cutter’s shaft
all the way to the base and then back to the tip of the head. His huge
cock threatened to gag her, but she concentrated and relaxed her throat
to take him all the way in again and again. On each outstroke, the
throbbing head of Cutter’s dick slurped out of her mouth with an audible
“pop”, then it disappeared back into that wonderful, wet, hot heaven.
With each pop, Cutter’s body jerked and a loan moan of ecstasy rumbled
deep within. The thick shaft of his cock glistened with Bridget’s saliva
in the light of the desk lamp as it flew faster and faster in and out of
her willing mouth. Cutter’s knees bent slightly as he fucked Bridget’s
mouth with increasing intensity, the mass of her pulled-back hair
cushioning her head as it bumped against the desk with every stroke.

	At the moment that Bridget felt Cutter edge toward loosing
control, she let the head of his cock slip completely out of her hungry
mouth. It wavered there, straining like an animal that hungered for
something it could not have. She angled it upward with her hand, her
tongue tracing a long slow line from his balls to the tip, her large blue
eyes looking up into Cutter’s grey eyes with a look of hunger and lust
that burned into his mind. Over come by the heat of lust, Cutter wrenched
his hands from the desktop at last, bent down, and gripped Bridget around
her slim waist. With one effortless motion, he lifted her up to sit upon
the edge of the desk top, papers and telephone spilling haphazardly upon
the floor.  Her legs spread willingly as they wrapped around his waist.
Cutter pulled the top of her velvet dress down, freeing her round,
heaving breasts.  The diamond necklace sparkled fiercely in the light of
the lamp as is lay nestled in the deep cleavage, rising and falling
quickly as Bridget began to pant with lust of her own. 

	Pushing the soft, rich fabric of the dress up around her waist,
Cutter pulled on the flimsy lace panty. It tore away easily in his strong
hands to reveal Bridget’s heat swollen pussy.  The lips of her cunt were
swollen with desire as the juices flowed glistening upon the desktop.
Lowering his lips to her nipple, Cutter sucked forcefully as Bridget cast
her head back, her hands pushing his head into her breast firmly.
Cutter’s cock needed no guidance to find the entrance of her hole as he
spread her dripping cunt lips with one hand. He slid easily inside her
warmth, the walls firmly tight around his wide shaft. 

	Bridget braced her gloved hands against the desktop as Cutter
slid his cock in and out of her burning hole.  Cutter watched as his cock
slid in fully, then back out completely, and then plunged in once again.
He reached out taking one slim ankle in each hand, spreading her legs out
wide to either side, the gold tipped stiletto heels pointing out into the
darkness of the room. Cutter stood before her, his hips thrusting faster
and faster as the gleaming wet shaft of his cock buried itself inside
Bridget again and again. Bridget loved being open to him like this, her
long legs spread open with his enormous dick pumping in and out madly. 
She gritted her teeth, but the squeals and moans of delight would not be
stifled. Thrusting her own hips to meet his plunges, Bridget grunted like
an animal at the depth of every plunge as Cutter’s cock rubbed against
her now madly throbbing clit. The entire desk rocked with the force of
their fucking, the small lamp wavering as it threatened to tumble onto
the floor.

	Bridget felt herself reaching the brink of climax, and she
strained to hold the moment back. She was in heaven, and she wanted the
pleasure to last and last. Sensing that she was about to boil over,
Cutter released her ankles and drew her writhing body fully upright, her
legs wrapped tightly around his waist. He held her wrists in front of him
and ceased his pumping. Bridget hunched on his still embedded shaft,
squealing in frustration and pleasure as she tried desperately to fuck
him. Her legs gripped him as she tried frantically to pump that marvelous
cock in and out, but she just managed to squirm. Cutter held her gloved
wrists in his iron grip as she struggled and fought like an animal in
heat, her eyes burning with lust from behind the wild locks of her hair.
Small plaintive cries passed her fevered lips as she begged him to fuck
her.

	“This is your husband’s office?” he asked softly.

	“Yessssss....” she hissed through clenched teeth, her hips
grinding her dripping cunt along his throbbing cock.

	“You wanted to be in control. You wanted to fuck me on your
husband’s desk?” came the low voice again.

	“YESSSSssss...” she squealed loudly as she tried once again to
free her hands and pull him in and out of her burning hole.

	“Then DO it....”

	Bridget ceased her struggles as Cutter slipped his glistening
cock from inside her and pulled her off the desk top. Turning, Cutter lay
back upon the top of the desk, his huge wet cock standing straight up
like a steeple over his muscled stomach. Bridget understood  immediately
and scrambled to the top of the desk. She stood, her wild maned head
inches from the low ceiling.  She straddled his prone body, one high
heeled foot on either side of his hips, her lovely legs shaking slightly
from the building passion. Reaching back, she unzipped the dress and
pulled it over her head, casting hit aside into the shadows.  One gloved
hand ran through her hair, moving it back from her eyes as she looked
down at her lover. The other hand slid between her spread legs, the
moisture darkening the black glove further as she brought the fingers to
her own lips. The taste of her own juices spurred her on as she crouched
over Cutter’s quivering tool, her own wetness causing it to glisten. 
Balanced on the gold tipped heels, Bridget lowered herself onto the huge
cock. Her heart jumped as the head entered her and the shaft slid easily
within her hot tunnel. 

	Her fingertips braced against Cutter’s hard stomach as she began
to slid up and down on the incredible pole. Harder and faster she fucked
him, her body bouncing up and down, the heels of the shoes marring the
polished surface of the desk. Cutter gripped the edges of the desk, his
arms bulging as he strained in pleasure. Bridget’s breast bounced with
every plunge she made upon the rock hard shaft. Bridget felt herself
reaching the edge once again, her breath punctuated by grunts each time
she slammed down on Cutter’s dick.  Her pumping was frantic now, and her
squeals and screams of pleasure echoed through the small office mingling
with the moans and shouts of Cutter as he too reached the point of no
return. 

	“Oh...God...Yessss...HMMmmmmm...Unhhhhh,” she wailed.

	Bridget felt the walls of her cunt contract hard against the iron
cock within her. She pumped a few more times in rapid succession, then
buried Cutter’s shaft to its full length within her as she felt him
explode inside her. Bridget fell forward, burying her lovely face in the
downy hair covering Cutter’s chest, her own hair spilling across his body
and onto the desk top. The walls of her pussy continued to contract
around Cutter’s spewing cock as each wave of orgasm shook her body. 
Cutter’s cum filled her to overflowing and the still hard cock continued
to jerk within her as drops of his fluid overflowed to fall on the desk.

	They lay together, bodies exhausted and limp, his dick still deep
inside her warmth. Bridget could not move at all for several minutes.
Gradually, she gained some control and managed to raise her head and look
at Cutter. He smiled that gentle smile at her once again, and she
returned it freely.

	 “Why, Mrs. Wentworth,” he said, feigning shock once again, “what
WOULD the ladies of the Club say?”

	“My hero,” she said softly, a wide smile splitting her beautiful
red lips.

	Cutter pulled her, and her light weight slid easily up his body
until her face was inches from his own. Finally, their lips met in a
passionate, soft warm kiss that lingered for an eternity. 

	“Promise me,” Bridget breathed, her eyes still closed from the
kiss, “promise me we won’t be apart again.”

	“I swear,” he answered.

	Bridget lay her head back down on her hero’s chest. The sound of
his large heart drumming in her ears. Surely, some of the party goers had
seen them exit to the office together. And she could only imagine the
expression on the faces of those close enough to hear what had taken
place behind its closed door. But none of that mattered. What mattered
was right here in her arms. She could figure all the rest out later, now
that her Knight had arrived,... armor and all.

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