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Subject: {ASSM} Natalie Part I (FF/m, NC, blackmail, alcohol, humilation)
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NATALIE


She is devastatingly beautiful.  It's hard for me to describe her
without immediately getting stuck on the image of her in my head,
becoming lost in her beauty, aroused, intoxicated, and completely
overwhelmed.  Her body makes me weak, but it's her smile that breaks
all of my resistance.  It's such a sweet smile, with her bright eyes
sparkling and her lip gloss shimmering.  If you saw her, you wouldn't
be able to look away, not the first time.  Your whole being would cry
out and your mind would shut down.  Trust me, I have seen it with other
men.  It is as if she is a super weapon, from the future, a beautiful
terminatrix.  She is 5'8 or 5'9 and in heels she's close to 6'
tall.  Her legs are like porcelain towers, with perfect French
manicured toes.  Her hips are those of a real woman, and her ass fills
out jeans, makes skirts dance, and mocks all the boys when its wearing
only a thong.  Like she is now.  Sunning in the courtyard, laying on
her stomach, reading a magazine without a care in the world.  Sipping
on a drink, the straw touching her glossy lips, while flipping
aimlessly through Vogue.

Thank God for summer.  She has been doing this everyday for at least
the last 2 weeks, that is to say, I have been watching her from my
apartment for the last two weeks.  My apartment is directly above the
courtyard, and like a kid first discovering the beauty of a woman for
the first time, I am in heart-racing bliss.  How could she be so
perfect?  She is my neighbor, a college girl I think, living in the
apartment complex.  How could I be so lucky?

Her top is off, as she rests her body on her elbows, her back soaking
in the sun, reading some magazine, maybe its Cosmo or Vogue, I can't
tell.  God she is stunning.  Oh how I wished I was down in the
courtyard, laying out, stealing glances at her cleavage.  It is beyond
impressive.  She has to be a D or possibly a double D.  And despite her
gravity defying chest, she has a waist that would make a corset
whimper.  It's hard to imagine she exists in real life, because she
is every man's dream.  Honey colored hair, straight and long, pours
out from her head and down over her shoulder on one side.  I can see a
little pool of either sweat or oil forming on her lower back.  Her
waist is so tiny, it forms a valley between her unstoppable hips and
her arched back.  I dream of being over her, licking the sweat off of
her body while she ignores me and continues to read or talk on the
phone with her girlfriends.

But I am not down in the courtyard.  I am up in my apartment, like a
peeping tom, like a pervert, peering over the window sill, watching
her, hoping she won't see me but also hoping she will roll over on
her back so I can finish off while staring at her face and her chest.
I know she won't sunbathe topless, but the bikinis she wears are so
small, it's a moot point.  I am touching myself, I can't help it.
Sometimes I do it three or four times in one tanning session.  I am
helpless.  I have no self-control when it comes to her.  I would do
anything, no matter how humiliating or self-destructive to garner just
a smile,  just anything to be acknowledged by her, to be apart of her
world.  But to her I don't even exist.  I am invisible, which for the
current situation, is just perfect.  If only I could get her to notice
me, even if it meant nothing but a contemptuous sneer or haughty laugh
in return.

Now she is on the phone, laughing and smiling, not a care in the world,
her legs flailing up and down with glee.  Oh I would do anything to be
the object of her attention, even if it was all ill placed.

.........................................

"Yes, he's watching you again!  I can see him staring down at you,
oh he's shameless."  Her roommate observed from across the
courtyard in her apartment.

"Is he enjoying himself?"  Natalie asked, already knowing what she
would say, loving the power she had over weak-willed men.

"Oh you know it", the roomie confirmed, "I swear I think he is
using both hands.  I bet his wall is a stained, filthy, disgusting
mess.  So gross!  I can't even think about it!"

They both laughed, Natalie had to remember that her top was off, she
almost rolled off her lawn chair she was laughing so hard.

"Oh God Natalie, you have to see this video when you get back, he's
such a disgusting masturbator.  oh Jesus, he's jerking himself harder
now since you have started laughing.  Oh my God, I think he just came,
you should see his sick, twisted face, I think I am going to have
nightmares!  He's gone from the window, I don't think he will be
back."

"I give him 5 minutes and he will..  For a loser, he does have
remarkable staying power," Natalie grinned inwardly.

"What so good about that?" her roommate asked, "A geek like that
should be neutered to prevent his genes from infecting the human
race!"  Natalie's roommate crinkled her nose in disgust, just
thinking about his offspring made her sick to her stomach.

"You are missing the bigger picture, silly.  His constant hard-on
draws him to me... wraps him around my finger.  Usually these
weak-kneed jerky boys pull their moneysticks until they shoot and then
feel ashamed and run away and hide.  I don't get much more than
amusement out of them, but this one... Well, lets just say his
resilience is going to be his ultimate down fall!"  Natalie was now
wet between her legs, just thinking about the plans she had for this
new pervert under her spell.  She could almost feel him wrapped around
her finger already.  She knew she had some work to do, but the
groundwork was being laid and soon, well, sooner than later, he would
be in way over his head.

Natalie loved her roommate, Mai, she was as beautiful but not as
adventurous as herself.  But she really loved her designer name brands
and had turned Natalie on to loads of expensive fashion accessories.
Purses, handbags, shoes, sunglasses, the list for a girl with means was
endless, or in this case, a girl with the right assets.  The two girls
were like long lost sisters.  They had one thing in common besides
their love of fashion, they both loved to crush the egos of men,
especially those of inferior, scrawny, pathetic "men."  The type of
guy who would, inevitably, succumb to the girls desires to humiliate
and degrade them, giving in to the girls in the hopes that it would
lead them into their beds.  Ha, that would never happen!  Each tug by
the girls on the invisible penis-leash would be a tug towards the cage,
a tug towards their own emasculation, a pull that, while pleasurable at
the time, would lead to their doom.  The further the men would go, the
more the girls would laugh and want to humiliate them even more!
Talking with Mai, Natalie recalled the boy they had met at lunch one
day in the school cafeteria.  God, to think that they eventually had
him naked in their room, Natalie sitting on his lap while shopping
online with his creditcard.  When Mai had brought out the enema
equipment (she's a pre-med major), the look on his face was
priceless.  But it was seeing him stick his head in the expelled GALLON
of filth and blow bubbles while jerking himself with brazen oblivion
that the girls knew they could get any man to do whatever they wanted.
It was that feeling of ultimate power.

"Omg Natalie you are right, he's back again, and I think he's
literally drooling!  Ugh I can't watch anymore."  Her dark almond
eyes squinted at the pervert across the courtyard.  She flipped her
straight black hair from her face and began to stretch.  As the only
Asian cheerleader on the squad, she always felt she had to be better
than everyone else.  Her firm, toned body turned the heads of both men
and women.

"Oh ok, but do me a favor, just check back in exactly 10 minutes.  I
am going to turn over and 'forget' to put my top on when I roll
over.  I want to hear his reaction," Natalie was plotting now,
probing for his weaknesses.

"Ok, Ok, I will ring you back in 10 minutes, I gotta take a shower
after I stretch, I feel disgusting watching that dork-faced perv, ciao
Natalie."

Natalie clicked her phone closed.  It took all of her will power not to
look up at the sicko.  She put her phone on the small table and slowly,
purposefully straightened her thong with her perfectly manicured hand,
knowing this would send shudders of pleasure through his body.  As she
ran her index finger down the crack of her ass to smooth out her
bikini, she could almost feel the eyes of the worm on her, but instead
of feeling violated, she cataloged the event and promised herself that
he would pay for each and every little infraction.  "Losers like him
deserve to pay," she pondered, "because lets face it, its all he is
good for and he would never have a chance with me in my world."  Oh
how his little fantasy world will soon come crumbling down around him,
and she would be there to watch it all with a perfect smile on her
face!

"Just you wait, geek-breath," she thought to herself, "it wont be
long until these manicured fingers are tugging you by your hard-on
right over the edge, right into my trap..." she smiled outwardly as
she continued to browse through Cosmo, looking forward to the days that
would lie ahead.

As she rested herself on her elbow and marveled at how amazing her
chest looked from this angle, her phone rang.  She looked over at it,
it was her roommate.

"Hi Natalie, its not been 10 minutes, but I just glanced over to his
apt and he looks close to exploding.  I didn't want to ruin your
prank.  God he looks like a fucking zombie, I can see his shoulder
pumping up and down, ugh, so pathetic!"

"Well then he is going to love this!  I wish I could see the
expression on his face!  I cant wait to see the video!  Am I a genius
or what?" Natalie mused.

"A genius or  insane, I don't know which."

"Trust me, once we have him trapped, you are going to be calling me
Einstein." Natalie joked.

Before her roommate could react, Natalie slowly, and with not a hint of
malice, rolled over onto her back, still holding the phone to her ear,
pulling her hair back with her other hand.  Arching her back while
laying back down on the lawn chair, Natalie purposefully exposed her
perfect, enormous breasts to the loser in the apartment, hoping for a
reaction.  If he was a breast man, her plan would move along so much
more smoothly and quickly.  She marveled to herself how easy it was to
make even the toughest boys do what she wanted when they got up close
to her chest.  But guys who were into boobs, well, they were like her
pet monkeys or better yet, like her puppets, and oh how she loved to
make them dance!

"OMG Natalie, you aren't going to believe what just happened,"
her roommate sounded stunned.  "Holy shit!  Oh my God!
Haaahahahahaha"  and she started laughing uncontrollably.

Natalie smiled, she didn't need to say a thing.  She knew at that
moment, he was going to be all hers, and might be the easiest catch
yet.  Soon those sperm filled balls of his would be in her hand and she
would yank on them as hard as she wanted.  She really wanted this one
too; he had a lot of potential.  She had gone through his mailbox when
the postman came to deliver the mail a few weeks ago and she got a look
at some of his letters.  The postman, after getting a look at her
chest, wouldn't have cared if she had gone through every mailbox in
the mailroom.  Natalie smiled and showed him her ample cleavage as she
went through the geek-boy's mailbox.  From what she saw, she gathered
a lot of information about him, information that made her decide to
trap him.  He would be worth it in the long run, she noted, and set her
plans in motion.  And now she was taking the first big step to ensnare
him.

Her roommate's laughter subsided enough for Natalie to understand
what she was trying to say.  "Oh God Natalie, you missed it, he shot
his load so hard, some of it splashed up onto the window and he kind of
blacked out or lost his balance or something and fell forward into the
window, smashing his face into his sticky, disgusting load, then fell
down the side of the wall!  He's suck a fucking LOSER!" and she
started laughing again.

Natalie was smiling and laughing as well, and if the peeping tom had
been conscious and staring down at her, not only would he have enjoyed
Natalie's bouncing chest, he would have also noticed the damp spot
clearly visible now in her bikini.  Oh yes, she was turned on, visibly
excited, buzzing on a natural high, at just the thought of her soon to
be new pet accidentally smearing his face in gobs of nasty white goo.

"Oh Mai, that's so funny!  I am so glad we started videotaping
these tanning sessions, you always have such good ideas...  And just
you wait.  If you thought that was amusing now, once I have him by the
balls, well, lets just say he will beg and plead with me to be allowed
to shoot all over his own face.  Trust me, this pig is going to be
fucked, good, long and harder than I have ever fucked anybody over
before!"

"Even more than pig-breath?" Mai asked, hoping Natalie would go
through with her threats.

"Pig-breath got off easy, our new play-thing will wish he had never
seen me sunning myself.  I can assure you of that."  The tone in
Natalie's voice was both ominous and excited, betraying her lust and
thirst for power over this poor excuse for a man.

Pig-breath, who Mai had mentioned, had been her English professor.  He
was a real arrogant bastard.  He enjoyed failing students and
intimidating them in front of the class.  Natalie and Mai both had him
first semester of their freshman year.  She noticed his eyes would
always wander to her chest.  As she usually does, Natalie kept track.
She kept score of every offence, every glance, every leering look, and
then, wearing a tight angora sweater and a short skirt, she used an
after-class meeting to blackmail him into giving her and Mai an A for
the semester and also provided them with endless hours of amusement
back at their off campus house they were renting at the time.  But that
was ancient history.  Now Natalie had a new target in her sights...

... ... ... ... ... ...

My ankle hurt.  I had twisted it.  I was hoping she would turn over.
Its all I could think about when she was laying out.  Every time I
always hope that will happen.  She never ever has turned over topless,
however.  Well until today, and I came so violently upon seeing her
turn over, I kind of blacked out.  I don't remember exactly what
happened.  Somehow I wound up with my own cum on my face, which was
completely disgusting.  I woke up and prayed she had not heard or seen
my collapse.  My forehead had a bump on it- a big egg to be more exact.
 I must have really whacked it on the window sill or something, but the
pain was worth it.  The sight of her chest, so perfect, so undeniably
real and natural, and in their perfect form would be worth a lot more,
the bump on my head - eh, I will live.  What a bonus, too - they were
tan, completely tan.  That had not escaped my notice, despite the
unexpected turn of fantastic events, her firm, tanned chest was burned
into my memory.  Then everything went black, but her perfect chest I
will never forget.

It was later that evening, and I was having some soup for dinner.  It
always calms me down, and after a scare like today, I needed to relax.
My ankle was wrapped and while I didn't need crutches, I definitely
was favoring it when I walked.  The huge lump on my forehead looked a
lot worse than it felt, but it was a good excuse to stay in for the
night.  I was just about to start eating when the door bell rang.  I
hopped over to the door, wondering who the heck would be visiting
unannounced on a Saturday night.  I opened the door and lost my
balance, almost falling over when I saw her in front of me... at my
DOOR!

I must have looked like a fish out of water, I tried to get control of
myself and not act so flustered but it was difficult, the girl I had
been tugging myself into space with in my head was now at my door.  I
wasn't sure what to say.  She took care of that problem.

She was smiling, almost as if the cat had swallowed the canary.  Her
knowing grin made me uneasy, she knew she was hot, of course she knew
that.  But it felt like she knew something else.  Like she could see
right through me.  Almost as if, well, it would be impossible, but
almost as if she could read my mind.

"HI, I am Natalie, from the other side of the building, my friends
call me Nattie, you can too if you want.  I think some of your mail got
in my box, and I wanted to make sure you got it."  She smiled and
held out three letters.  Thank god none of them were porn-related.  I
subscribed to DDI, Skin Two, and Secret, three fetish/fashion
magazines.  All very kinky, but still tasteful.  Anyhow, I was spared
that embarrassment but then she said something after I thanked her for
the mail and gazed up into her eyes.

"Aww, you poor thing, you really bumped your head..." she trailed
off and grinned, and I felt that she could read my mind again.  I must
have turned white, what was going on here?

She reached out to touch the bump on my head and that's when I
realized how tall she was.  I was about 5'7, but in her heels, she
had to be almost 6 feet tall, a good five inches taller than me.  When
she bent forward to examine the bump on my head, the view of her
cleavage was enough to immediately produce a thick hard-on.  I was
staring down into heaven as her manicured finger poked the lump on my
head.  Not very gently I might add, almost as if she was inspecting it,
the way a scientist inspects an insect or other lower form of life.

" What happened, it looks painful and so big!  You should put some
ice on it, if it swells anymore, well, it might explode." And she
giggled at her own joke while looking down at me, catching me with my
head practically in her cleavage, noticing my hard on, which made me
wonder if she was talking about ice for my head or for my crotch..  I
looked up in time to see her grin change for a second, almost as if she
was reminding herself of something, I felt guilty, like she was noting
my lecherous offense of devouring her cleavage, as if she was saving it
for later.  Its how my babysitter used to look at me right before she
would take me over her knee and spank me until I cried.  That was an
odd flashback...

I stuttered and stammered to explain how I fell, I was at a complete
loss.  She took pity on me and pressed on.

"You know, I have a friend who is studying to be pre-med, maybe she
could check out your head and your ankle.  You never know, sometimes it
takes a day for the injury to really set in"

"Oh that's really nice but I think I will be ok, thanks for the
mail," I was nervous but getting my composure back.  Thank god, I had
almost lost it there.

"Well, promise me that if you don't feel better soon, you will come
over to my apartment, I can call my friend and she'll come over and
examine you."  She gave me a serious look.  And the way she said
'examine' made my cock jump in my pants.  Was she making a pass at
me?  Am I so stupid that I cant even communicate with her?

"I promise if it's not better by tomorrow, I will drop by your
place and at least say hello.  That was very thoughtful of you to bring
my mail over, would you like to come inside for a drink?" I reached
down, grabbed my stones and took a leap off the cliff.  I had to ask
her inside my apartment, I may never talk to her again, this was,
potentially, a once in a lifetime opportunity.  I had to go for it.

"Wow that's so nice of you!  You know, I don't have any more
class today... only just for a little bit, is that ok?"  she asked as
she slid by me into my apartment.  Wow, she was in my apartment!  I
couldn't believe it!  I was so excited I forgot I had been about to
eat dinner!  Ha!  I ran over to the kitchen and put away everything I
had been cooking as fast as I could while making her a drink.  She
liked cosmos, so while she walked around my apartment commenting on
pictures and things, I made her drink and also cleaned up the soup I
had been making.  I didn't want her to feel as though she was
interrupting me, I was doing everything possible to keep her here and
make her comfortable.

After a few minutes I emerged from the kitchen and found her on my
couch.  My mouth was still dry and my heart was racing.  I handed her a
drink and sat next to her.

"I am not drinking alone am I?" she raised an eyebrow and then
giggled at me, obviously aware of my nervousness I thought I had been
concealing.  She was sharp, she didn't miss a beat.

I smiled and laughed and hurried off to the kitchen.  When I came back,
she had already figured out my stereo and had cued up one of my
favorite albums by the Animals.  We sat back on the leather couch and I
tried to make small talk with her.  She played along but I could sense
she was searching me, looking for something.  I couldn't figure her
out yet.  Yes, she was here in my apartment, but what was going through
her mind?

Before I had finished my drink with her, House of the Rising Sun began
and crept out of my stereo like a green, thick fog, the guitar intro
and the baritone vocals creating an eerie backdrop to our conversation.


"Oh I just love the keyboards in this song" she looked away
dreamily at the stereo. "It reminds me of something out of the past
that, well, how do I put it, something that just is uneasy or not quite
right."  She looked over into my eyes when she said the last part.
Not smiling, her penetrating eyes going deep into my soul.  I started
to feel weak and helpless again.  I was trying not to look down at her
chest, but with what she was wearing it was practically impossible not
to look.  She had on a light blue 'wife beater' t-shirt that was
cut off to show her tan stomach.  Splashed onto the shirt in pink was
the word "Princess."  She noticed me look down to read it and I
swear I think she arched her back a little to thrust them out to me for
a better view.  I was in heaven and in hell, trying to keep my sanity
about me with this vixen in my place.

"Its an organ," I blurted out, saying anything to keep into the
conversation and get some control of it back.

"What organs?" she looked at me, slightly unsure what the heck I
was talking about and then gave me a puzzled look.

"They didn't have keyboards back then, only pianos and organs.  I
believe the Animals, like the Doors, used a Moog organ, that's what
gives it that haunted flavor."  I took a deep breath and tried to
reconcile the situation and at the same time keep pace with her.  But
it was obvious I was in over my head.  I wished to god I hadn't
poured myself such a big glass of scotch, I was feeling a bit woosey.

"Oh that's interesting, I didn't realize you were so... old..."
she trailed off and looked at me, her smile was almost a mocking one.
What could I do but laugh?  Ofcourse it was obvious I was twice her
age.  What was not obvious to me was why she was here.  What was it
that made her so eagerly accept my drink offer.  Well before I knew it
we had both had a few drinks, and then she suggested shots of tequila.
Confidence from the liquor was coursing through my veins like
adrenaline.  I was gung-ho for the shots.  Bring them on!  We were next
to each other on the couch tossing back Mexican fire water like it was
running out of a hose.  I was really feeling good, like maybe, just
maybe I could score with this girl!  She knew how to party and I was
game, but after a few shots, it really began to hit me and I decided I
had better hold off on any more.

"Come on, don't wimp out on me, lets do more shots, you know you
want to, how can you refuse me!" she laughed and gave me her best
pouty expression.

"Nattie, you don't understand, I don't have the tolerance like I
used to, these shots are hitting me really hard." I tried to beg off.

"Hmmm... I would rub it in that you are being beaten by a girl, but I
think that's nothing new for you, is it?"  she looked at me, half
seriously, and when I tried to say something instead she just hopped in
my lap and took a full shot glass right up to my lips.

"Are you sure you don't want another, old man?" she teased me,
her face next to mine, as she slowly pulled down her tank top down and
then placed the overflowing shot glass in between her perfect breasts..


I am sure she could feel my hard on pressing on her from beneath my
lap.  I would also put money on the fact that she could feel it jump
and hop when she positioned the shot in the heaven between her chest.
I whimpered, audibly, and moved forward to take it out with my mouth.

She pulled away, leaning back from me, "Ahhh ahh ahh, no more shots,
you didn't want it, and now I don't know whether or not you deserve
it... Look at me, my boobs dont have eyes but I do!"  she grabbed me
by the chin and held my stare.

"If I allow you to do this shot, then you have to do something for
me... hmmm, just what would you do if I allowed you to put your mouth
right here" she indicated with her finger, "I bet you can come up
with a good idea..." she looked at me, she wanted me to suggest
something?

"Um, I would, oh I would give you a massage foot massage for hours, I
would make you feel so goo-" she slapped my face, rather hard, out of
no where it came.

"I didn't ask you what you would want to do TO me, I asked what
would you do if I allowed you to take this shot.  Stop thinking about
what YOU want and focus on what I would want."  Her eyes were sharp
and I could tell she was serious, but did she have to slap me so hard?

"Oh yes, sorry, um, I would... I would.. oh god I don't know!" I
felt exasperated!

"Think of something that would amuse me, come on you old cogger, how
far would you go for this, or maybe I should say, how low would you
go..."  she was smiling again.  Good, I didn't want her to leave.
But what was she getting at?  How low I would go?

"I would, I would do anything you wanted." I blurted out like a
moron.

"Oh that's nice to hear, but not creative enough!  If it were left
up to me, well, you wouldn't want to know what I would ask of you, so
you better pick something that entertains me or I am going to make sure
you regret asking me to decide!"  her breathing was making the shot
glass move up and down, stretching her already strained shirt.  I
couldn't think at all.

"I would, oh god, I don't know what to say... I would..."

"Come on, spit it out already or I am leaving!" she corssed her
arms and stuck out her chest, oh god I feel completely lost.

"Ok, Ok, please don't go, ok look I would, I would get on all fours
and and and  bark like a dog for you, would that make you laugh?"  I
threw her the biggest curve I could think of and I saw her eyes light
up.

"Really?  On all fours?  And bark?  Loudly, not just some tiny little
yaps?  Would you obey commands, like sit and beg?" she was clearly
enjoying this.  I couldn't stop dreaming of her chest surrounding my
face.

"Yes, yes, I would be your dog, I swear, I will bark and even sit and
roll over if you wanted me to," I couldn't understand her but I
didn't care, she was too beautiful for me and I felt my self slipping
away.

"Well then, why don't you come and get it, puppy, come and put your
head right here," and with that she grabbed a hold of both of my ears
and pulled my head, forcefully, in between her perfect breasts.  They
were warm and soft, she smelled like the ocean, her breathing was so
close to my face and the heat from her body was giving me goose-bumps.
Time seemed to completely stop.

"Well, are you going to do the shot or what?  I am not doing this for
you to hang out and get to know my twins!  Open your mouth wide and
take that shot, what are you a man or a dog!"  and with that quip she
burst out laughing, her chest now brushing against my face up and down
with each cackle.  Oh God, that felt so good, I had to keep making her
laugh to feel that.  I did what just popped into my head.  I started to
bark -loudly- with my face pressed in a place I had only dreamt
about.

She really started laughing then, the shot glass sliding up and down
and spilling some out on her chest.  I watched the drops slide right
down her cleavage and catch like dew on a flower at the bottom of her
chest where the clasp on her bra held those gorgeous globes.  If only I
could slide down and catch that one little drop on my tongue.  She was
still laughing and the drop was swinging wildly, my head was vibrating
and somehow she got her hand in, under my face, lifted the shot glass
from her cleavage and poured the shot down my gaping mouth. God that
burned like fire but I didn't care, it felt so good, I didn't want
it to end.  But without any warning, she pulled away and I fell forward
on the couch and almost landed on my face.

"OK, Now its my turn for a shot, here, let me sit on your lap while
you pour it down my throat.  That's it, oh wait, let me get my phone,
I want to take a picture and send it to my friend Mai, she'll love
it!"  The shot went down so quickly and she was all over me while she
did it, arms legs, breasts, face, hair, I was in ecstasy.  We did about
3 more shots and with each one she took more pics and promised to send
them to me.  All of a sudden, in the middle of our mini-party her phone
rang.

"Oh hold on a second, its my friend Mai," she smiled and flipped
open her phone.  "Hey, were doing shots, come on over, you have to
meet our neighbor!  He's so sweet and he even wants to be my dog!  He
barked for me!  And I plan on feeding him dogfood after a few more
shots!" she winked at me and my expression must have said more than I
wanted it to.  Feed me dogfood?  No way, that would be out of the
question, but it seemed as though our party was going to come to an
end.

I could see something wasn't right, she was frowning and shaking her
head No.

"Oh come on, you can do it on your own, you don't need me there,"
she was looking at me and I could tell she was upset.

"Alright, alright, I'll be right there, make sure you bring the
cage, ciao" and she snapped her cell closed.

"Sorry Puppy, but I have to go help my friend take her cat to the
Vet, she's got some sort of stomach problem.  Don't ask me why she
needs me there, but she's my best friend so I gotta run.  What's
your cell number?  I will send you some of the pictures I took, I know
you will like them!" she leaned over to ger her purse from the end
table, her boobs now firmly pressing against my chest and neck, oh God
I didn't want her to go.  I gave her my number and before I knew it,
she was up off my lap and shutting the door behind her.  That was a
whirlwind.  Hell, the whole day was a bit crazy.  One minute she's
topless in the courtyard, and that night she's doing shots with me in
my own apartment!  I had to be the luckiest guy on the planet!

My phone beeped about 2 minutes later, I looked down and true to her
word she sent a few pictures.  They were all pictures of her cleavage,
and one of us together on the couch.  Oh God, she knew how to make me
crazy.  I was a little tipsy but that didn't stop me from jerking
myself off right there on the couch while drooling over the pics she
had sent to me.  My blinds were open but I could have cared less if the
whole world was watching, I was so turned on and sexually frustrated.
I came so hard it shot up over my shoulder and hit the wall, the rest
splashing and pulsing onto my chest and stomach, covering me in a slimy
mess.  I literally laid back and passed out on the couch, dreaming of
her scent and of her chest.  I was in heaven.

End of Part I

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