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Subject: {ASSM} Mirrored Reversal (Chapter 11)
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Date: Wed, 18 May 2016 13:10:02 -0400
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Mirrored Reversal (Chapter 11)
 
    The sensation of losing focus  and then seeing my other persona appear 
in the antique mirror.  Instantly  feeling the soreness between my legs from 
my recent adventure.  It sounds  better when I call it an adventure, as if  
experiencing something new,  rather then spreading for something old.  
    I think that I have now  qualified for the term hussy and tramp that my 
mother would use to describe my  sister after she was late coming home from 
a date or going to a bar to hang  out.  Actually my mother would have to 
reach for a much worse term, as my  sister never in her wildest escapades did 
anything like I have in this counter  existence.  
    Thinking on my bother and sister  and how I have not visited them in a 
long time.  The glass of scotch  setting next to the sofa warming as i sit 
down and look into them mirror; but  seeing not the image of the middle aged 
woman; but eyes looking inward as they  stare into the glass.  Seeing that 
the woman who wants and needs to  experience more.  Surely, I can't visit my 
siblings as their brother and  explain about the mirror; but maybe I can 
contrive to meet them and interact in  not a familial way.  Actually I have 
always been a little hot for my sister  and a bit jealous of my brother.  Now 
maybe I can work out some of my  frustrations.  I haven't explored the 
lesbian side of my new alter ego or  touched on the incestuous possibilities.  The 
thought is getting very  tempting.
    As my eyes refocus, I find my  fingers teasing the puffy lips and 
coaxing moisture from my body.  Should I  stay home and let Fritz the rottweiler 
take care of my needs, or should I go  cruising for some human cock.  I am 
not sure that I want a rough fuck; but  it isn't really about what I want; 
but what someone gives me, whether I want it  or not.  I need to work on John 
to bring me to his BDSM friend's house  again.
    Picking the cell phone up from  beside me on the sofa and seeing the 
messages winking for a response.  John  of course and then my college friend 
Gerald.  Well as it turns out, I can  get fucked well with either one that I 
call.  Deciding to go down and pick  out and outfit and then decide on who 
will be my fucker this  evening/tonight.
    Fritz already waiting as I belt  the robe around me to ward off his 
cool nose against my bum and pussy.  He  still pushes at it, trying to lick at 
my slit, which of course I have made wet  and fragrant with my fingers.  Too 
many choices of partners.  My boss  already nailed me with a quickie when I 
went into work for my weekly sales quota  meeting with him and explained 
how my house selling was going and he explained  what hole he wanted to fuck.  
He opted for my pussy; which I am quite happy  about, even though it is 
still a bit tender from monster dick fucking it the  night before last.  
Monster dick being Ruppert my college friend's room  mate.
    I wish the college boys could  come to the bar and drink; but that 
would be pushing it and so many ways.   Texting Gerald and telling him I am 
pissed at him and Ruppert  treating me  the way they did, like a slut, after 
they spitted my mouth and pussy.  I  will let him stew for a day or two.  I 
would like to have the monster dick  again, but on my terms.  Not wanting to 
seem easy and laughing at that  thought.  It seems I don't get a monthly 
period; but I do get a week of  extremely horniness.  Not sure if that is 
nature's way of compensation or  not; but I think for the most part I am happy with 
the situation.  Has my  doctor scratching her head.
    Deciding to hit the bar and see  what shakes out.  Maybe John will be 
there to give me a quickie in the  parking lot of men's room.  Or maybe some 
new male for me to conquer.   The rain that started a little bit ago, making 
me shiver as it fans my  horniness.
    Picking out a pair of shorts  flared legs, but tight in the body, 
adhering to my ass and showing off my puffy  lips nicely without giving me a 
"camel toe."  A ruffled off my shoulder  crop top blouse and a pair of flats 
completing my ensemble.  Brushing  my hair straight down my back.  A little lip 
gloss and some eye shadow and  the black shorts and scarlet red blouse give 
me a nice slutty  look.
    Letting Fritz loose to prowl the  backyard and holding his snout away 
from my crotch as I scratch his head and  promise him a boner when I get 
home.  Laughing to myself as I know he  doesn't understand my joke; but does 
understand that he gets some quite often  when I come home from going out on 
the town.
    Skipping across the parking lot,  drops of rain darkening my clothing 
as I try to evade the puddles.  Frank's  Bar not quite hopping yet; but a 
nice crowd as I stand in the doorway and slowly  look around to see who might 
be possibilities.  Also it lets the crowd see  me and they know I am easy 
when I am in the mood.  Staking out my usual  seat on the side of the bar and 
already having my drink being mixed as I slide  unto the stool.  The brandy 
Manhattan tasting good as I sip and look over  the rim of the glass.  
    The loose legs of my above mid  thigh shorts, allowing for the length 
of my thighs to be exposed when I cross my  legs.  Just the bottom of my ass 
cheek teasing and showing.  My grin  mischievous as I converse with the 
bartender.  Already a couple of extra  coaster next to my glass, backing up my 
drinks if I should be so  inclined.
    My friend John not here at  present; but I do expect him at some point 
as he usually is on this night of the  week.  However, there are a couple of 
men whom I are not familiar and maybe  will provide some fresh meat for me 
to try.  I already have their attention  and one is asking a couple of 
regulars about me, that I am sure.  The other  man eyeing me from a table he is 
sitting at alone.
    I am not the only woman that  uses this bar for a hunting ground.  I 
just am better at it then they  are.
    Uncrossing my legs and hooking  the heels of my flats into the support 
of the stool  as I swivel around to  view the room and to show off my long 
lovely legs.  The loose legs of the  shorts covering the bare pubes from 
sight; but I may change that in a little  bit.
    My nipples hard sensors of  pleasure as they brush the material of my 
top.  They would be easy to see,  if it wasn't for the ruffle that moves from 
the the material around my arm,  across my chest and to the other arm.  The 
spaghetti straps keeping it from  sliding down to my waist.
    If some male doesn't make a move  soon; then I will have to take 
matters in my hand, and matters would also be  called a cock.  I can feel the seem 
of the shorts just splitting my labia  and working between the lips.  Maybe 
I will end up with a "camel  toe."  I find that an ugly expression; but at 
the same time I find it a bit  naughty.
    Lifting up just enough on my  stool for my hand to adjust my shorts to 
not be cutting into my slit.   Using the opportunity to adjust myself, as 
men like to adjust themselves, to  hold the eyes of the men to that spot 
between my legs.
    The looks and stares and the  thoughts that they are thinking fueling 
the itch that is building inside of  me.  I just need a little encouragement 
and I might just do a strip tease  and grind right here.  Giggling to myself 
as that isn't far from the truth  as John proved the last time when he 
lifted my skirt in back and rubbed his bare  cock on my ass till he came all 
over my cheeks as I was leaning against the  bar.
    The men of the bar pretty much  regulars so that I know who is here to 
drink and socialize with friends and  those that are just here to drink and 
forget their troubles.  Then there  are the men that are out for a night, 
maybe their wife or girl friend is  busy.  Those types are not whoI am looking 
to enjoy.  I don't need  problems, have my own.
    Then there are the rest of  them.  This is the pool of men I am looking 
to find to scratch my  itch.  Surveying the group and seeing some who 
already have enjoyed my  company, some that would like to have a run at me.  My 
two mystery men, not  making an effort to attract my attention, other then to 
stare at my legs in  particular.
    I have already made a decision  and am just waiting for a man to make a 
move.  My second drink going down  much slower then my first as I watch the 
overhead TV and the endless games of  baseball being displayed.  I think 
maybe put on some porn and we might get  more action in here.
    I have turned into a bar slut;  but I am not a sloppy drunken woman 
yet, hanging out for a kind word.  I  still keep myself alert and in shape, I 
just enjoy sex more then I should most  likely.
    Deciding that I need to initiate  things, I catch the eye of one of the 
men and let my legs open to give him a  full view of my crotch, giving it 
to others also, as I slip my hand to my thigh  and push the loose pant leg of 
my shorts to the side.  I can feel the A/C  on the bare lip as I brush it 
gently with my finger, and shiver from the heat  and coolness touching it.
    My eyes hooded as I continue to  slowly massage the puffy lips, 
watching the man shift in his chair and his hand  fall to his lap.  Smiling with 
satisfaction as my hand moves from between  my legs and the shorts do little 
to hide the swollen labia.  
    Giving him a minute and then  sliding off my stool, indicating to the 
bar keep to save my place, as I walk  over to the table where the gentleman 
is sitting with his friends.  Walking  around it and leaning over his back, 
my hard nipples pressing into his shirt as  I whisper into his ear. 
    "Do you need help with the  little problem of yours, or do you need to 
use the restroom.  I can show  you where it is since you are new here."  My 
breath warm against his ear  and cheek.
    His friends I am sure heard my  words; but that is part of what makes 
me tick or should I say itch.   Knowing others see me as I am.  As I lean 
over the man, I take his hand  from his lap.  Pulling him to his feet, "come 
with me honey, I will show  you what you need."  Smiling and nodding to the 
other guys at the table as  I wend my way through the tables to the corridor 
and the rest  rooms.
    The man following, I can feel  tension in his hand.  Stopping at the 
Men's Room.  "Would you like to  go in here, or to the Ladies room where there 
is more privacy?"  My meaning  not lost on the man as I tug his hand and 
lead him to the next  door.
    Pushing the door wide and  leading him past the sinks and mirrors to a 
stall.  Checking it out and  then pushing him into the tight enclosure.
    Looking him eye to eye as my  fingers move to his waist and down to 
trace the shape of his bulge.  My  other hand deftly working his belt and pants 
and sliding the zipper down as I  tug his pants down to puddle around his 
ankles.
    Not shy now as I wrap my fingers  around the hardness of his erection, 
and lean to kiss his lips.  Feeling  them resist for a moment and then part 
to allow me to push my tongue in his  mouth and taste the beer film. 
    His hands moving to my chest and  finding the hard nipples and small 
mounds to knead in his fingers.  My  fingers stroking his shaft a few times, 
"sit down and I will make you feel  better or at least more relaxed."  My 
smile wide as I wait for him to  respond and sit his bare ass on the commode 
lid.
    Then squatting down in front of  the man and taking his cock quickly to 
my mouth, wetting it and sucking the  flared head as I pull the foreskin 
back for the uncut prick.  The warm of  his penis in my hand and its stiffness 
reassuring as I suckle the fat knob and  reach to free his nut sack from 
the toilet top.
    His moans of pleasure loud in  the tight stall, as I take his cock deep 
and tease it on the back of my  throat.  My cheeks hollowing and swelling 
as I suckle his cock and taste  the first ooze of precum.
    My eyes looking up at him as I  continue to feast on his erection.  The 
man laying back eyes closes, as I  take his cock deep, and force more of it 
down my throat till I can feel the  scratchy pubic hair against my nose and 
my face is pressed against his groin for  a couple of seconds.  Feeling 
myself almost choking and pulling back,  letting my teeth graze over the soft 
warm outer layer of his flesh.   Feeling the firm core hard beneath as I let 
the cock head pop out with a loud  smacking sound.
    The man's eyes opening in  surprise thinking I am done maybe, as I 
shift the pantleg of my shorts and I  straddle his lap facing him.  My cunt 
already wet with need, as I stand  over his cock and lower myself onto his 
mushroom head.  Feeling it spread  the thick lips of my cunt and push into the 
warm wet walls of my  vagina.
    Moaning as I feel the head  pushing the walls aprt, the smooth flesh 
forming around it as it moves deeper  and higher into my body.  Giving the man 
a welcoming squeeze with my cunt  muscles as I wiggle to settle him inside 
of my cunt.
    His hand reaching up and sliding  under my top and along the warm flesh 
of my tummy to find the hard tips and soft  mounds of my breasts.  My eyes 
closing as he squeezes the flesh and rolls  the rock hard tips.  Whimpering 
with pleasure as my cunt squeezes him hard  in response.  Then using my long 
legs to lift and lower on his aroused  prick.
    His hips rocking up to meeting  my body as we grunt and groan in the 
tight confines of the stall.  My cunt  leaking juices and the slaps of flesh 
becoming wet sounds as he suctions my  grease from my cunt ring, grasping at 
the base of his cock.  
    His fingers a bit awkward on my  nipples; but all they really need is 
tactile stimulation and they are shooting  jolts of pleasure to my core and 
building up the pressure of my  itch. 
    The shifting of the toilet seat  adding to the racket as we move faster 
and harder like two knights clashing in a  joust, only he has the lance.
    His hands now just clenching and  releasing as his orgasm is imminent.  
Then deciding to bring him to a  release, as my bury his cock in my cunt 
and just work my kegels to clench  and squeeze him to a noisy release as he 
screams and groans loud and grunts with  each lift of his body as he ejects 
his cream deep into my womb.
    My cunt still working him past  his release and in spite of my effort 
his cock shrinking and then slipping from  my grasping walls.  Disappointed 
as I didn't even get a small orgasm from  this encounter; but knowing that I 
have build up more pressure, sort  of rubbed around my itch.  
    My facing showing a smile as I  lean and kiss the man, not belittling 
the fact that he hasn't satified  me.  Carefully sliding off of his lap and 
in spite, of my effort his cum  escaping from my mushy lips.  Trying to 
crouch down without making a puddle  on the floor, as I take his wilting cock 
into my mouth and suckle it clean of  his cream and my taste.  Milking the 
lasts escaping drops from the tip and  then giving it a soft kiss.
    Looking up expectantly, "thank  you for the suck and fuck."  My eyes 
gleaming and my smile real, as I help  him up with his pants, careful not to 
get the cream sitting on the toilet top on  his trousers.
    "Thank you."  His words  terse as he moves out of the stall and then 
out of the Ladies Room.  As  soon as he leaves I crouch down again and 
shamelessly lick the sperm from the  seat top and then swipe the goo from between 
my legs and lick that from my  palm.
    Standing up and daubing with  toilet paper at my sticky cunt lips, and 
then sitting down lid lifted and peeing  to try to displace more of the 
seeping cum.  Deciding that it is the best I  can do as I wash at the sink and 
then walk smartly back into the tap  room.
    Seeing the glances as I walk  back to my stool.  My recent lover 
nowhere in sight as he must have cum and  went.  Smiling to myself and wondering 
as I play with the cherry in my  drink, if I should take on the second newbie 
and see what I might get from  him.  My itch still not scratched; but 
temporarily assuaged for a little  while.
    The man alone at the table  drinking more then he should as I continue 
to give him the look between my legs  and a smile as I see him waiting for 
each movement of my body.  Finishing  my brandy Manhattan and ordering a 
single malt scotch, a double.  Taking  the glass in hand and walking over to the 
table with the single man, a barmaid  bringing over another mug of Sam 
Adams for the man, my treat.
    "Good evening, my name is  Patrice, I have been watching you watching 
me.  Is there something about me  that has your attention?"
    My fingers touching his wrist as  he reaches to the fresh mug of beer.  
Seeing him jerk his hand and then  relax it as he picks up the beer and 
takes a healthy drink.
    "I have just been admiring your  legs, you do have sexy legs and I 
think you like to show them off."  My  eyes holding his as my hand reaches to 
his again, the mug set down as I move his  hand to my leg, letting it rest on 
the warm thigh, as I hold it to  me.
    "You are right, I do like to  show them off, don't they feel nice?  
Soft, velvety and warm."  My  hand pulling his between my legs and closing the 
open fingers between my thighs,  squeezing them gently.  The fingers just 
mere inches from the heat of my  swollen and engorged labia.
    "I think we would be more  comfortable in that empty booth over there." 
 Giving his hand another  squeeze with my thighs, as I free it from between 
my legs and stand with my  glass of scotch.  "Don' forget your beer, I 
wouldn't want the barmaid to  come over to take a drink order right away.
    The gripping his mug of beer,  some sloshing over the side, as I take 
his hand and lead him to the vacant  booth, sliding onto the leather seat and 
moving to the wall as I set my drink  down.
    "Now isn't this cozier then that  open table?"  My hand moving to his 
thigh and finding the bulge of his  erection with little problem.  Squeezing 
it with my fingers and seeing him  jerk, his head hitting against the back 
of the booth seat.
    He would not be the first man  that I got off in this booth, well in 
the bar's booths, I can't swear I have  done it in this one.  
    His hand finding my thigh on his  own this time and slipping quickly to 
touch the seam of my shorts, that are  pushed up between my legs, then 
slipping a hand under the loose pant leg and  feeling it touch the puffy lip of 
my cunt.  Giving him a pleasant sound of  approval as he rubs the sticky 
ridge.
    Laying my head on his shoulder,  as I squeeze his cock again and then 
reach boldly and unzip his fly with no more  preliminaries.  Feeling the warm 
flesh of his penis as I deftly  work  it out of the zipper and out of 
confinement.  His sigh, rewarding me as my  fingers circle around his shaft and 
work the warm flesh up and down his uncut  cock.  Feeling the bulging veins 
standing from the skin as I wet my hand  with my saliva and work it some more 
in slow agonizing strokes.  Teasing  him with a deliberate hand job, no 
rush to get it empty, just steady measured  strokes.  His body shifting as I 
undo his pants and ease them down enough  for me to pull his heavy ball sack 
out into the open.
    HIs fingers teasing my cunt lips  now; but not doing much more.  
Feeling the excitement and the pleasure as I  shift my ass on the seat in response 
to the sensory input.
    Not paying attention to the rest  of the room as I lean over and drool 
a little saliva onto the aroused  phallus.  My long slender fingers wrapping 
and gripping the shaft and  working the moisture into it as my hand moves 
up and down in a slow tantalizing  rhythm.
    "Now if you just want a hand  job, I can finish you here.  If you want 
more then that, we need to take a  little trip to the parking lot."  My warm 
breath washing the shell of his  ear.
    His panting reply, "let's go out  in the fresh air and some privacy."  
Smiling to myself as I know that I am  going to get me some cock.
    Tucking his erection into his  pants and letting him button up as we 
slide from the booth seat and quickly move  to the door and out into the 
stillness of the parking lot.  Steering the  man to my Navigator and around the 
back as I buzz the locks and pull up the back  door.  
    My other hand still holding the  man's as I turn and kiss him hard, 
rubbing my body against his, feeling the  still raging hard on as my nearly 
lower body move against his.
    Then quickly hands to my waist  and pulling down my shorts and stepping 
out of them, standing in the twilight of  the lot, naked hairless pubes 
glistening with the grease from my walls and maybe  a bit of residual semen 
from my recent fuck.
    Sitting on the open back of my  vehicle as I watch him move forward his 
hands fumbling to undo his pants and  push them down below his knees.
    His hard prick bobbing free and  then swaying, the fat mushroom gland 
waving from beneath his shirt tails.   Reaching my hand and pulling him 
forward as my hands grip his shaft and my lips  part to kiss the warm velvety 
head.  Tasting the clear precum oozing from  the slit as I milk it with my 
hands and suckle it with my cheeks as I hold the  bulbous knob between my lips.
    One hand lifting his balls sack,  judging he has an nice load of hot 
seed.  Then laying back and lifting my  legs high to the sides, pulling the 
man closer.   HIs cock wet with my  saliva as it bounces, now just inches from 
my needy pussy.  Seeing his eyes  looking down at my fat cunt lips and the 
wetness of my opening as I guide him to  the fevered lips and gasp a loud 
moan of pleasure as he pushes his cock balls  deep into me with a single 
thrust.
    My cunt walls sheathing his  prick and then giving it a long hard 
welcoming squeeze, as I reach back and grip  the back of the seat behind me.  My 
legs wide and trembling as I hold them  apart to form the upper part of a 
"Y".  Eyes closing as he pulls back and  out and then pushes his cock back 
into again.  His cock teasing me as he  continues to thrust deep and pull all 
the way out. 
    My need building as his cock  teases my cunt, "please just fuck me and 
fuck me hard."  My voice wavering  as I am desperate for a cum.  The man 
laughing as I buck my hips to meet  his thrusts and finally, he holds his cock 
in my cunt as he pounds away.   His hand rubbing harshly on my sensitive 
clit as I thrash around the back of my  SUV, my body writhing and legs still 
thrust straight to the darkened sky to give  him full access.
    A small orgasm ripples my tunnel  the smack of hot flesh meeting is an 
almost violent sound in the stillness of  the late evening/early night.  I 
can feel my tension building and the  pressure in my core rising like the 
temperature on a thermometer.  Then  feeling it crash as the man grabs my hips 
and mashes my fat cunt lips  against his pubic hair, as he spew his cream 
inside of my body.  Lifting up  my hips  and rocking on his heels as he spurt 
one warm spunky load after  another of his white goo deep into my cunt.  
    My moans of pleasure, turning  into whimpers of need as he fills my 
cunt, and then pulls his wilting cock from  my quivering flesh, wiping his cock 
on my thighs as he milks the last few drops  onto my flesh.  Then putting 
his softening prick into his pants as he pulls  them up and walks down the 
parking lot to his car and drives away as I am still  flushed and horny as 
hell.  
    Cursing in every language I can  find a nasty word in as I lower my 
legs and feel the warm cream slipping out of  my greasy hole to puddle between 
my legs.  Sitting up with tears of  frustration coursing down my cheeks as I 
rub furiously on my sensitive clit; but  am not able to raise the up to the 
needed peak of sensation.  
    My insides screaming for a hard  release, as I feel my pleasure 
subsiding to a strong nagging itch.  Finding  my shorts and pull them up my legs as 
I stand in the parking lot, fucked; but  not well fucked as I deserve, as I 
need to be.  
    Looking around the back of my  Navigator to see what might serve as a 
dildo to get me off finally the way I  need.  Stamping my foot like a spoiled 
little girl as I cannot find a  single object to impale in my cunt.
    Sitting there, legs hanging over  the edge of the back as I watch men 
come and go and not seeing any that inspire  me to try a third man for the 
night.
    My rotweiler getting his bitch  and his satisfaction, as I kneel for 
him at home; but my itch still a ball of  need pulsing in my core.
    The only way to curtail the itch  was to work the magic of the mirror 
and become again the male form of my  essence.  Walking around with a hard on 
the next day and wondering if it is  a carry over from my night of 
unsatisfactory sexual encounters.  Thinking  that I need a piece of ass as I go 
about the chores of the house.
    
    
    
 
 
    
    
    
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