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HIDDEN PASSION VOLUME ONE An Ellora’s Cave publication written by

Stephanie Burke MS Reader (LIT) ISBN # 1-84360-512-0 Other available formats (no ISBNs are assigned): Adobe (PDF), Rocketbook (RB), Mobipocket (PRC) & HTML © Copyright Stephanie Burke, May 2003. All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave. Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc. USA Ellora's Cave Ltd, UK This e-book may not be reproduced in whole or in part by email forwarding, copying, fax, or any other mode of communication without author/publisher permission. Edited by Martha Punches Cover Art by Scott Carpenter

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Warning: The following material contains strong sexual content meant for mature readers. HIDDEN PASSIONS VOLUME 1 has been rated BORDERLINE NC17, erotic, by three individual reviewers. We strongly suggest storing this electronic file in a place where young readers not meant to view this ebook are unlikely to happen upon it. That said, enjoy…

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Tempest Black and White Friends and Lovers Genie in a bottle Voyeurtese Reversal

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Tempest "¡Dios!" the young woman sobbed as she weakly pounded on the door in front of her. Like a broken doll, she leaned on the door—the only thing supporting her weight. A loud clap of thunder caused her to whimper quietly as she fought against the urge to cower in the doorway like a frightened kitten. Was anybody there? Would anyone ever answer this door? Ever since her car had been forced from the road by a falling palm tree, she had begun to doubt she would ever see another human being again. After collecting her wits, she struggled from the wreck with only a few bumps and bruises and immediately began to search for help on this seemingly abandoned strip of land on this Key. As soon as she exited from her car, what seemed like a torrent of water bombarded her, pouring relentlessly from the sky. The strong wind tore at her long hair and made walking a nightmare. Visibility was almost non-existent through the sheets of pouring rain. Her ears popped with the rapid rise and fall of the pressure systems guiding the fierce storm. Only the fear of being swept away in a flash flood caused her to leave the relative safety of her car and venture out into the tempest. Only sheer will kept her on her feet as she instinctively headed for higher ground. Then she saw it. It was a small vacation house more than likely used by some family while they were visiting here, and she headed towards the deliverance it represented. The sight of lights in the windows heartened her, making her use the last of her energy to force her way to the front door—a door that remained closed after repeated poundings. Just as she was prepared to slide down the door in defeat, it swung open, nearly tumbling her to the floor inside.

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"What the…?" a raspy voice exclaimed just before strong arms caught her and prevented her from falling face first on the floor. "Chance!" the same voice cried, a touch of alarm sounding in its rumbling tones as the door was shouldered closed and she was lifted deeper into this house. She sighed in relief as she nestled against a warm masculine chest. She was out of the storm and that was all that mattered for now. Feeling as though her eyes were permanently sealed closed from the strong wind and pounding rain, she made an attempt to lift her scratchy lids and view her savior. "Chance!" he called again and she felt him gently brush the wet tangle of hair from her face. Blinking to clear her blurry vision, her eyes widened as she took in the sight of the tall auburn-haired man who held her as he made his way towards the center of the cabin. Before she could force her lips to thank this large creature for her rescue, a succinct curse was heard from across the room. Automatically her head whipped towards the sound and she gasped in surprise as an identical vision, this one crowned in raven'swing black hair, hurried towards her. Blinking further to clear her faulty vision, she stared from one man to the other. Yes, the same strong nose, the same full lips, the same piercing green eyes. Either she had fallen through the rabbit hole like Alice, or her saviors were differently identical twins. No other explanation would make sense. "What happened, Chase?" the one called Chance demanded as he began a thorough examination of the tiny woman held in his brother's arms. He ran his hands carefully over her head and face. "I don't know! I heard a pounding at the door and when I opened it, she fell in. She was probably lost in the storm. Is she going to be all right?" Before she could open her mouth and tell these two she was fine, her irritated eyelids were peeled back and a light seared her eyeballs.

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"¡Madre de Dios!" She struggled to be put down and get away from that annoying lights. "Is that a good sign?" Chase asked as his brother struggled to hold back his laughter. He let her small body slide to the floor. "I think the patient's going to live." Chance's laughter finally escaped as the diminutive woman gained her balance and glared up at the two of them from beneath her waterlogged hair. "It's okay," Chance added after regaining his composure. "I'm a doctor." Before anyone could comment, a flash of lightning so bright it illuminated the whole room, struck something nearby and an immediate clap of thunder shook the room. With a shriek, the woman launched herself at Chance and managed to scale a good portion of his body before she began to regain her composure. Instantly a blush heated the skin of her face as she realized she had his face buried in her wet bosom with one leg wrapped around his waist. She had both hands buried in his long dark hair, ripping it out of its neat ponytail. "I'm so sorry," she began with an enticing little accent that drew smiles from both of the brothers. Before she could do more than unplant his face from between her breasts and try to compose herself, another boom shook the room and she buried her nose in his neck, instinctively seeking a safe spot. Instead of pushing her cold, damp body away from him in disgust, strong arms again lifted her and pulled her close to masculine warmth. "Chase, could you…" his deep voice rumbled beneath the cheek she pressed close to his chest, but the deeper, raspier voice cut him off. "Already on it, bro. Blankets, towels and a change of clothes." She was carried into a small living area that boasted a huge fireplace and one large couch. The smell of the burning logs as well as the spicy scent of male occupancy filled her nose.

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Chance, the doctor, sat on the couch maintaining his grip on her trembling body and settled her comfortably on his lap. In a matter of moments, the second man, Chase, returned bearing a stack of warm towels, a blanket, and what appeared to be a man's sweatshirt. Before she could speak, a warm towel was dropped over her head and her hair briskly rubbed dry. She opened her mouth to protest that she could do it herself as the towel was removed, but it instead hinged open as her wet shirt was whipped over her head and cast aside. She automatically crossed her arms over her chest to protect what was left of her dignity when she felt herself being lifted by one set of hands while the other pulled her long skirt from her body, leaving her almost bare in her skimpy underwear. Again she opened her mouth to lodge a complaint, but the brothers were efficient to the point where it seemed that they read each other's minds. One again began to dry her hair while the other began to chafe the warmth back into her arms and legs with another towel. As soon as warmth began to return to her cold, numbed limbs, she was again given cause for concern as her panties were swiftly removed. Before she could get nervous, the sweatshirt was tossed over her head, her arms fed through the armholes as if she was an infant, and she found herself swaddled in the blanket and settled on the couch between the two men. "Uh, gracias, thank you." she stuttered in a small, uncomfortable voice. She should have been frightened by these two large men, strangers to her, but they both emanated safety and comfort. They had seen her naked and did nothing more than attend to her immediate needs. "Think nothing of it," Chance, the dark-haired one spoke in his cultured tones. "I'm sure that you would have done the same for us," came the raspier voice of the auburn-haired one, Chase. He tucked a tendril of his loose hair behind his ear. "What were you doing out in the storm all by yourself?" Chance asked as he rose to collect her wet garments from the floor. "This is a dangerous storm. Because it's the

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beginning of the wet season here in Florida, there's bound to be a lot of flooding. Especially here in the Keys." "My car went off of the road," she muttered as she watched Chance disappear behind a door with her wet things. Soon the rumbling sounds of a washer joined the crackle of the fire in the room. "You are one lucky woman," Chase sighed as he again looked her over to see if his brother missed any injury. "The flash floods here are swift and deadly." She shuddered as she recalled the tree falling straight at her car. "But you never answered my question. What were you doing out in the storm?" Chance reentered the room and took up what room was left on the couch. His words brought back the memories—coming home early to beat the predicted storm, finding her boyfriend in the arms of another woman, their argument and how she plowed her fist into his cheating, lying face, her mad race for her car, and the long trip towards I-95. So many memories brought shudders to her small frame. "What is it?" Chase had managed to catch her reaction to his brother's question and shot his sibling a disgusted look. He wrapped one large arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer to his side, offering her comfort. But the dam was near to bursting and it needed release. Shudders wracked her small body as a litany of curses, some in Spanish, others in English, spewed from her mouth along with her bitter tears that poured down her face. "That hijo de una perra! That snake! That bastard! ¡Ese Híbrido! How could he do this to me? He was sleeping with my friend! And do you know why? He said that I was frigid! Is there something wrong with me?" she wailed as Chase pulled her closer to his body. He looked over at his brother, clearly at a loss. His brother muttered one word, "Shock" "There is nothing wrong with me!" she declared as both men looked on calmly in the face of her tirade. "He is the one who never took the time to give me an orgasm, that…that…jackass! He never gave me even one, but he decides to cheat on me! That makes two women that he will never satisfy, that idiot!"

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Without a word, she was again hoisted into Chase's arms as he strode off towards the master bathroom, his brother beating him there by mere seconds. Lost in her own misery, she sobbed against his chest, wondering if she could ever stop. Before she knew it, she was again stripped and placed into a large tub. "Just to get you all warm again," Chase said to her when she finally realized that she was no longer clothed and in fact was immersed in a tub full of warm water. She glanced up at the twin looks of concern being tossed at her and she started to laugh. When both brothers began to look really worried, she tried to explain. "No, no. I am fine! I just realized that I am naked in a room with two strange men, crying my eyes out over a relationship that really ended long ago, and I forgot about the storm!" When the brothers still looked a bit uneasy, she laughingly explained. "I have hated storms all my life. This one scares me, but for a while I forgot my fear!" Both men seemed to relax a bit at her explanation. Realizing that she was again naked in front of these strangers, she clenched her thighs tightly and folded her arms over her breasts. Before she could demand they leave the room, another clap of thunder rattled through the house and what little fear she had overcome returned with a vengeance. She leapt from the tub and nearly tackled the twins in her bid for safety. "So," Chase began in conversational tones as he and his brother struggled to keep a grip on the slippery woman trying to squeeze in between the two of them, "he never gave you an orgasm?" "Sweet Jesus!" she declared as she again found herself at a disadvantage in dealing with these two men. As her face again went up in flames, she saw Chance elbow Chase, who shot his brother an unrepentant look. "She brought it up!" he declared as both the woman and Chance turned dark looks on Chase. Grabbing a towel from a rack, Chance managed to get her covered again.

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"He was a fool!" Chance said as he shot daggers at his brother with his eyes. "You are a beautiful young woman, and any man who would overlook that doesn't deserve to have you." That said, he lifted her up in his arms and brought her back to the fire while she flushed with pleasure. "That's what I said!" Chase insisted as he joined them on the couch. She was again squeezed between two mountains of male muscle and flesh. It was beginning to get a little warm. "She has a body to die for, a sexy accent that you can't help but dream about screaming your name in the heat of the moment, and enough strength to ride all night! She made it through the storm didn't she? Like I said, a woman to die for." Oh yes, it was definitely getting a bit warm in here. She looked up at the identical faces, both showing a bit of repressed hunger. And she was sitting there in nothing but a towel. This was the stuff fantasies were made of! Dare she tempt these two? She might not get another chance again in life! The idea was so promising! "I have a way to make you forget the storm and never fear another one again," Chase concluded. She shivered at the intimate tone of his voce. She felt her nipples tighten as the suggestion of what he meant took shape in her mind. "How?" she asked as she eyed one brother, then the next. Comprehension dawned in Chance's eyes as he took in his brother's meaning. "The worst of the storm has passed, and there is just a little thunder and rain left." She noticed that the constant pounding sound of the rain hitting the roof and diminished into a gentle yet steady patter of raindrops. Could she do it? Could she venture forth and… "And you, doctor. What do you suggest?" Did those words come from her mouth? ¡Aye, caramba! What was she thinking? Both of them? "I don't think you could handle both of us, if that is what you were asking," Chance murmured. His green eyes bored deeply into hers. "Is that what you are asking?"

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"What does an orgasm feel like?" Again the words slipped past her lips before she could stop them. It was as if some alien had taken control of her body—an alien with something to prove. "Good! It feels very good," Chase answered, and her head whipped around to examine his face. "It's almost indescribable." "Try." Again that little alien was putting words into her mouth, but now she was curious about his answer. "A woman's orgasm is a lot different from a man’s, little one. For one thing, a man is primed a lot quicker than a woman." "That, I know all about!" she groaned, then slapped both hands over her mouth. Both men burst out laughing at her tone. "Was it that bad, little one?" Chance asked, drawing her attention back to him again. "You got no pleasure from the act?" "It was…interesting." "We can fix that," Chase inserted. "At least, I think we can repair another man's mistakes." "But the question is," added Chance, "do you know how to please yourself?" "Oh, I could never…" "That's not what I am talking about," he interrupted her. "Do you know what pleases you? Can you take control and get what you want?" "I don't know!" she nearly wailed. "I have no idea what to ask for!" "So what feels good?" Chase interjected. "What do you like?" "Well," she began. "I like kisses." "Very good, little one. Now, where do you like those kisses?" She felt another blush stain her cheeks, but decided to answer anyway. She might never get an education like this again in her life. Why not take advantage of it? "On my face." As she spoke, she felt a tiny feather-light kiss brush her cheek. She turned her head, bemused to see Chance grinning at her. He placed another gentle kiss against her lips.

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"There are all types of kisses," Chase added from behind her, just before his lips placed a wet, sucking kiss at her shoulder. "Some kisses elicit different feelings. Some bring about passion." He let his teeth nip lightly at her neck, and then he laved the small pain away with his rough tongue. She jumped, startled by his unexpected action, and then moaned her enjoyment of the feelings he aroused within her. "And some just make you hungry for more!" Chance rasped before he tilted her head in his direction and took control of her mouth. His tongue firmly pressed down on her bottom lip and instinctively she opened her mouth slightly and granted him admittance. He tasted sweet—sweetness with a hint of spice. His flavor exploded in her mouth, electrifying her senses and making her pull him closer, making her want more. His tongue danced around her mouth, awakening nerve endings and making it a game to catch his rapidly moving tongue. Reluctantly, he broke off the kiss and she realized that Chase was placing small butterfly kissed down her back. He stopped at her towel and again she was turned to face him. "Is this what you want, little one? Do you want us to take you to the heights of ecstasy, or do you want us to leave well enough alone?" "What if I want you to stop?" she asked, trembling with newly awakened desire. "What if I get scared and tell you to stop?" "Then we stop," Chase answered forcefully. "It's a lie that all men can be pushed so far they can't stop," Chance added. "Those men lack self-control and discipline. You have no need to fear that one of us will try and force you into something you really don't want." "And if I want both of you?" Her eyes widened at her own daring. Could she take on the both of them? "I assume you are twins and have done this sort of thing before." "Most assuredly," Chase informed her, a bit smugly. "But only with the lady's permission." "Do we have your permission?" Chance asked. Both brothers stood up to give her space to think.

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She looked at the men, already able to distinguish between the two by their actions. Chance was the gentleman. He would always ask first and receive her permission before doing anything to her. He was gentle, treating her like she was a delicate flower, and he would gently lead her wherever she wished to go, then show her the gates to paradise and usher her inside with his steady constant rhythm. Chase, on the other hand, was a pure rebel. He was raw and earthy. He would be direct about what he wanted and what he demanded of her. He would raise her desire up to never-before-reached heights, then drag her higher. He was sex at its most basic, he was elemental, and he was hers for the taking. "I want both of you," she finally admitted. "I don't know how to take both of you, but I assume that you can teach me." She was answered with a matched set of wicked grins. Again thunder boomed in the distance and she gave a small start. Immediately, two sets of arms were offered for her comfort. Slowly she was pulled to her feet and sandwiched between two broad, muscular chests, her towel cast aside like an unwanted hindrance to pleasure. "If you want us," Chase's raspy voice rumbled in her ear, "take us!" Forgetting the storm raging in the distance, forgetting her fears, forgetting everything but the beautiful men who surrounded her, she began to tear at buttons and tug at cloth. A flash of golden skin and the feel of heat coming off their bodies in waves made her more desperate to see what they had hidden beneath the civilized clothes they wore. She ignored the masculine chuckles at her haste, but they had to understand, she had never felt this hot, this daring, this desirable before. It seemed to her that almost instantly the men were naked, beautifully and completely naked. With the joy of stripping them over, she faced their naked reality. "Oh my! Oh my!" She sat back in awe as she watched these two identical bodies moving towards her, exactly the same but for the color of the smattering down of soft body hair that covered each of them.

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Both men had almost waist-length hair and extremely muscular builds, although Chance was not quite as heavy as his brother. Both carried a musky scent of man and burning wood, and each had a thin treasure trail that formed an arrow pointing straight down to their… "¡Dios!" she gasped. Chance and Chase were built…massive…not yet even fully erect. Both men had the same impressive size. Chase's fiery hair framed and emphasized his powerful thickness and length, while Chance's dark hair showcased his perfect form and grace. She felt small and delicate while standing next to these two near-perfect creatures. She shuddered with the thought of taking these earth angels into her body, of touching them, of pleasing them as they in turn pleased her. "Where do we begin?" she asked, her voice just a little bit apprehensive, yet filled with longing. "Outside! Right now!" Chance, with his long black hair flowing around his body, walked to the rear of the house, his tight round butt moving rhythmically, and opened a small glass door. He retrieved something from a cabinet beside the door, then disappeared through its opening. Chase, with his long auburn hair flowing freely down his back, ushered her out of the house, following his brother into…paradise. First, she felt the humidity coat her like a second skin. The gentle rain now falling felt warm against her naked skin as the worst of the storm passed and left a gentle rain, and eased her fears about walking into a raging maelstrom. She noticed that they were surrounded by some of the most lush and colorful flowers she had ever seen. Fragrant moonflowers defied the weather and opened their petals to the dim rays of the moon, enticing with their heady and exotic fragrance. Large deep-green elephant ears provided ground privacy with their wide flowing leaves. Huge red hibiscus lent more color to the enclosed yard. Soft green grass, as thick as a carpet, covered the ground and cushioned each of her steps. An explosion of yellow, blue and white flowers added color and excitement to the area. This was the perfect place for her to experience such pleasures. It was both primitive and refined, just like the two men who led her there.

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"Are you frightened?" Chance's voice startled her. She was so enjoying the stimulation of sight, sound and smell the garden provided, she scarcely noticed they had led her to the center of the grassy yard. "Not really…maybe." This man required honesty. He had the most calming affect on her. "We start with the taste," he all but purred, and she felt a searing heat as his hands, for the first time, caressed her skin in a sexual manner. And what hands he had. The water acted as lubrication as his soft, gentle hands slowly traced the lines of her body. Sensitive fingers seemed to know which spot reacted best to the sharpest stimulation of touch, for he returned to those areas again and again. She shuddered as they lightly skimmed the sides of her breasts and her waist. "I thought we were exploring taste?" she questioned as she stepped closer to the warming touches that he was giving her. "We are!" This came from behind her as Chase gripped a handful of her rain-wet hair and pulled her head back. As she opened her lips to gasp, his tongue boldly invaded her mouth. If Chance tasted as sweet as honey, Chase was spicy and fiery like chili peppers. Instead of persuading her to open to his advancing tongue, he demanded admittance. His flavor exploded into her mouth, causing a severe, hungry reaction and a need for more. Her hands reached back to tangle into his flowing wet hair and she held on for dear life. His kisses were stealing her control. When she felt another set of hands gently cup her breasts, she jumped in surprise. Her mind knew she was entertaining two men, but her body was still a little slow to catch up. Understanding her reaction and amused by it, Chance leaned forward and ran his tongue down her arched neck. She whimpered and shuddered, the feelings starting to get intense. ”She needs to be touched." This came from Chase as he released her mouth and licked her chin.

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"But you are touching me," she panted, her voice catching as Chance gently pinched her nipples. "This is not touching," Chase insisted as he reached down and cupped her from the back, spreading her legs wide apart in the process while stimulating her clit. Then deciding he needed to do more, he tilted her backwards, supporting her weight against his chest. "This is touching." His fingers gently spread her nether lips and exposed her clitoris to the steady patter of rain and the gentle breeze circling them. She bit back a cry of pleasure as the unexpected move opened her up to sensations she had never felt before. They were using the very elements of the earth to bring her pleasure. Their brand of touching was as spiritual as it was exciting. She moaned as his finger began to firmly circle the center of her desire. "No, my brother," added Chance, observing her heightened state of arousal. "This is touching." Bending down, he took the tip of one erect nipple into his mouth and nipped it. She cried out and before she could protest, his gentle tongue laved away the small pleasurable pain. The fingers of his other hand cupped the whole of her breast, lifting it for his enjoyment and her edification. But this was not enough for him. He grasped one of her hands and brought it to her own breast. "Offer yourself up to me, little one, so I can do a proper job of touching you." With trembling limbs, she raised one hand and lifted her passion-filled breast, offering up herself like a sacrifice for the gods. "Feel good?" he asked as he again applied his tongue to the hard peak of her nipple. "Answer me, little one. Harder or softer?" "Ha-harder," she stuttered, blushing because he asked her to put her needs into words. "Your request is my command," he spoke before returning to the feast he made of her full, tingling breasts. Abruptly, Chase stopped fingering her clitoris, and she moaned at the loss of that stimulation. Before she could voice her complaints, she felt her hair being pushed to the side and his hot mouth trailing down her back. She closed her eyes and tossed back her

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head as his stimulation started a fire in her nerve endings, a fire that the warm rain only raised to a higher temperature. "You taste divine," Chance murmured against her hot skin, his hands holding her steady for their assault. "Share!" Chase demanded. He quickly maneuvered himself in front of her beside his brother. "Offer me a sample." Knowing the pleasure such a touch could bring, she gladly cupped her other breast, offering it up as a second hungry mouth latched on in an instant. "Oh, God!" She let out a small wail as Chase added his licks and bites to her needy nipple. Whereas Chance startled her with little nips and soothing licks, Chase sucked the whole of her breast into his mouth and feasted hungrily, as if he were drawing lifegiving essence from her. The combination of their caresses on her breasts propelled her to her first stunning climax. "Sweet Lord!' she cried out as this never before felt vibration of energy raced through her body, causing her muscles to tense and her inner walls to violently clench. The pleasure rolled in waves across her quivering body and caused her knees to buckle and her toes to curl. Tears filled her eyes. Her body shook in triumph. Nothing had ever felt so good! And even stranger, her body craved more. She open her eyes to find herself kneeling on the grass, Chance in front of her, and Chase behind again, supporting her weight and holding her trembling body upright. "So that was it," she gasped, trying to breathe air into her oxygen starved lungs. "No," Chase answered her. "That was not a real orgasm. That was just a quick teaser, a small release of your built up…frustrations. We will give you more." She turned her head to gawk at tem. That was a minor orgasm? "Is there more?" She was simply amazed. "That was only the beginning!" Quickly she was eased backwards until her body made contact with the cool wet grass. It felt like tiny fingers licking at her flesh. Instinctively, she arched her body away from the foreign feel of the wet turf, but firm hands pinned her to the rich earth. Slowly

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her body accepted the sensual promise of the tiny fingers of grass and she eased into the rough softness with hedonistic abandon. She looked up to see the brothers above her. A distant flash of lightning gave off just enough light for her to read the hungry expressions on both of their faces and their delight that she was finding boundless joy in their dual possession. They would devour her, exactly what she wanted. Moving as one entity, they began to attack her body with kisses and caresses. Chance started at her feet, softly kissing each toe before moving on to lap the cool water droplets from the backs of her knees, lifting her leg high to reach his objective. Again the cool air caressed the heated skin of her sex, driving her to moan and thrash at the contrast of cold and hot. His hot fingers came close to the pulsing center of her throbbing being, but always pulled away, just shy of their ultimate goal. Chase began at her fingers. He nipped and sucked each one into his mouth before nipping the soft skin with his teeth. The rough feel of his callused hands smoothed over her damp skin added another element to this onslaught of sensations. Soon his greedy mouth worked its way down her arms, slurping at the tiny pools of water collecting in the hollow of her neck and beading on her shaking shoulders. His hands firmly cupped and massaged the full roundness of her breasts, always avoiding her upthrust nipples. Twisting up to force contact did no good. He always moved away and left her needy nipples wanting. Strong hands stroked and rubbed every portion of her body—every portion except for the places that she really wanted touched the most. She moaned in frustration and tossed her head back and forth on the soft grass. Would they go on teasing her like this? Could her desire for possession and the ultimate penetration reach any higher than it had? "What do you want?" Chance demanded, holding her writhing body still as they ravished her very senses. "What do you need?" "You! I need you! Both of you! Please!" "Where?" demanded Chase as he came close, but not close enough to her straining nipples, tormenting her with his near touches.

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"Please!" she cried out, her body arching up, welcoming the cool drops of rain on her overheated body, but groaning in dismay when they only added fuel to the fire. "Where?" Chance demanded. His fingers played around the crease where thigh met hip in slow, soft, circular motions. "Tell us where! Ask for what you deserve. Demand it!" "My nipples!" she suddenly cried out in anguished desire. "I want to feel your mouth on my nipples again." Instantly both brothers took up a familiar position on her breasts, licking and sucking as if she were some treat they wanted to devour. "Yes!" she cried out, both hands going to either head to hold them close to her. "Yes! More!" "More?" Chase asked, disconnecting himself from her breast with a slight popping sound. "Yes! More!" she begged, and Chance let go of her with a small groan. Before she could take her next breath, Chase was again behind her and lifting her to her knees "¡Dios!" she cried as she felt the heat of their combined caresses slip along her rainwet skin. She threw her head back, her long hair caressing and tormenting the sensitized skin of her back, skin that had in turn been licked, scraped, and laved with two different sets of mouths. Lightning flashed overhead, illuminating the hungry faces above her. Masculine hands gripped the trembling flesh of her thighs, spreading her open to the elements, the teeming heat of the tropical air, two identical sets of intense green eyes. "Let us take you there," one husky voice demanded as soft, oh so soft lips, trailed down her exposed neck, chasing hot rivulets of sweet rain as those firm hands massaged and pressed her aching breasts. Uncontrollably, she arched up into that caress, her body begging, pleading, and demanding more.

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"We will be your guides," a second voice intoned and she felt her thighs slide across the slick grass as they parted impossibly wide to accommodate a large male frame. Feathering caresses trailed up her thigh, leaving liquid fire in their wake, causing a slow burn to snake through her passion-soaked body. "We have only begun," he murmured, long dark lashes dropping to cover the hunger in those piercing green eyes as he openly examined her hot pulsing flesh and slowly licked his lips. "Tonight, your world will explode, and we will take you into another dimension." Her sex-drugged mind could not comprehend what they were saying, but her sexstarved body demanded a release. "Anything," she cried. "Anything! Just don't let it stop!" "You like my kisses?" Chance asked, his tongue randomly flicking out and striking various erogenous zones on her responsive body, some that she had never known existed. "They are sweet, Chance. So sweet," she moaned as Chase held her still, back arched and legs spread, for his brother's assault. "Where should I kiss next? Show me." She whimpered in denial even as her hidden sexual self demanded compliance. "Show me, little one," he urged. "Show me so I might grant you ultimate pleasure." The hidden secret self again took over. Her trembling hand lifted and slowly trailed a path down through her rain-wet tangle of soft curls, to the tender lips they protected. "She demands personal, very personal, kisses, bro," Chase chuckled behind her. She arched her back deeper into his heat and sighed at the contact of her naked back with his hairy chest. "Do you think she's ready for them?" "Shall we find out?" Chance replied as his hands gripped her waist and lifted her in the air. She let out a small shriek. Her arms few up and behind her to encircle Chase's head and she found her legs dangling over Chance's shoulders, her heated feminine core inches away from his hungry mouth.

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"This is a very personal kiss," he calmly explained, although his eyes were searing as they bore into hers. "Welcome to paradise." Her scream was drowned out in the clap of thunder that boomed in the distance and vibrated the land. Never before had she received such a kiss. His rough tongue laved at her nether lips, lapping away her juices and sending spasms of delight flying out along swollen lips of her womanhood and briefly at the hooded mysteries of her clitoris. And yet she wanted more contact, more pressure, more everything. His soft fingers parted her, exposing her throbbing center to the cool air, the warm rain and his hot mouth. Her legs clamped around his neck and she strained closer to his intimate kisses. Chance applied his fingers to her pliant flesh, pushing inside to caress her quivering sugared walls. She again parted her lips to yell out her pleasure, but found her mouth filled with Chase. His tongue explored the recesses of her mouth, absorbing her moans and filling her senses with the spicy taste of him. His hands drifted low to cup and knead her bottom as he held her for the kisses she demanded. Chance's fingers, those smooth doctor's hands, trailed to the bottom of her overflowing trench and pressed an area that caused her to arch up in delight and shriek into the mouth eating at hers. She didn't know what he pressed, but she moaned and moved in a way to show her approval and demand for more. "You like that?" he asked. She tore her mouth away from Chase to cry out. "¡Sí! Yes!" "You are not doing it right, bro," Chase chuckled. "She's still able to speak coherently." With a low, gravelly laugh, Chance pulled her legs from their death grip around his neck and lowered her to the ground. "By all means, brother. Please show me how it's done." She was gently but firmly pushed forward until her face pressed into Chance's lap and her legs spread wide to accommodate Chase. Her head swirled with the heady combination of lust and excitement as she inhaled Chance's masculine scent. He smelled of clean air and healthy male animal. The large purple head of his cock brushed

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against her cheek, surprising her with its delicate texture. Her cheek? She looked down and gasped as she caught sight of his fully erect cock. Large was an understatement. Thick was too inappropriate a term. He was built! She heard his chuckle and looked up, her brown eyes clashing with his amused green ones. "You can kiss it if you want to," he softly challenged her. "It won't bite." "You think that I won't?" she asked. "You think that…¡Mi Dios!" Chase took that moment to lift her up and place her right above his face. His hungry mouth latched onto her clitoris as if it was her nipple and he began to strongly suckle. His rough work-hardened fingers found the overexcited feminine lips that Chance had so lovingly caressed and pushed inside. "Ahh!" she cried out as she threw her head back in ecstasy. His tugging lips were bringing her intense pleasure, but his pressing fingers were driving her insane! "What…? What…? What are you doing?" she finally got out, her hair whipping to tangle around Chance's erect manhood as her desires reached fever pitch. "I believe that he is manipulating your perinea area," Chance added helpfully as he reached beneath her to cup and caress her breasts. "It's called the tank." Chase pulled his mouth away from her to give his brother the proper slang term. "It is filled with little nerve endings," he went on to inform her. "Ask for it by name." But Chance was too occupied to pay heed to his brother's wit. She had decided to take back a little ground. While he was bantering with his brother, for her education of course, she calmly unwrapped her clinging wet hair from around his fullness and popped its purple head into her mouth. Chance's hands tangled in her long, wild hair as she began to pleasure him with strong suction and a soft rotating tongue. Pulling free for a moment, she told him, "I always wanted to do that." "Don't stop on my account," he groaned. Her head dropped down and she returned to her pleasurable task. He tasted of wood smoke, of fresh rain, and of man. His flavor

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was rich and complicated—a thrill to her senses and a flavor that would always remind her of summer storms and lightning. For a moment, they all gave into their pleasure with moans and groans of delight until, at some unspoken signal, Chance and Chase suddenly pulled away from her. "Are you ready for penetration?" a deep masculine voice questioned. She was so far lost, sunken in sensuality, she could hardly comprehend what was being asked. All she knew was that the pleasure had stopped and she was feeling alone and bereft. "I think she's ready," one brother said to the other and she heard the crackling of foil. She forced her eyes open to see that both men were preparing to sheathe their massive erections in tight silver condoms. With a start, she realized they were identical in almost every sense of the word. She silently thanked God they remembered protection. She thought those condoms had to be specially made! Except for the hair color, both men were built to the same exact proportions, long and thick. Panting with excitement, she reached out a hand to stop them. "Please, let me help." They paused in their tasks to eye her for a moment; then Chance took her hand and dropped the protection in her palm, the warmed latex sheath he had unrolled slightly in preparation to don. Leaning over to place a small kiss on top of its purple head, she gently placed the open condom around Chance's magnificence and slowly, much to his delight, rolled it down his length. Rising up, she placed a tender kiss upon his lips, lapping away the drops of rain that hung suspended there. Turning again, she grasped the head of Chase's penis. Trembling with the thoughts of what she was about to do, she bent down and began to lick him like an ice cream cone. His flavor was robust and wild. If Chance was like lightning, Chase was the thunder. The velvet skin of his cock seemed to vibrate under her gentle possession, to

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quiver as she took him deeply within her mouth. His hands tangled in her hair and he pulled it from her face to observe her licking him with her hot pink tongue. "Keep this up and there will be nothing to penetrate you with in a moment." He was serious. Her small lithe body was driving him to the brink. Reluctantly, she eased off his sheathed his cock and grinned as she realized the barrier of latex held no barrier to his pleasure. "One at a time or together?" Thunder shook the ground at his question, or was it her body shaking with nervousness and desire? Her practical side warned that this was new and dangerous ground. She must tread lightly. But her other side, this newfound sexual side, demanded she experience everything she could. Never again would she get an opportunity like this, and many women dreamed of having two men—two gorgeous viral hunks—at their disposal. "Together," she finally announced. "Please hurry before I change my mind." "Oh, no," Chase cried out. "Nothing doing. Either you want us both at the same time or you get two very interesting singles. This can only be your decision and you have to be sure." "Please, I'm confused. Won't you decide?" She looked pleadingly from one brother to the other, but met the same intense expression. Finally, in desperation she turned to Chance. "You decide. My mind is split in two." Her body was screaming for fulfillment and she needed to know what to do. "When both of your halves agree with what you want, little one, we will gladly aid you on your journey. But until then, you get two very interesting singles and hopefully several multiples." Before she could react, Chance lifted her up by her waist and leaned her against his brother, who knelt and positioned his body to support her rather like a large recliner. Her eyes widened in shock as again his gentle hands spread her for his pleasure.

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He bent low once more to place a delicate kiss against her clitoris, then rose strong and masterful above her. His firm hands lifted her hips and she felt a large blunt object pressing into her. "Look down," he murmured as he began to sink into her heat. "Watch us become one!" She looked, mystified as she saw his manhood ease back and forth into her, ever teasing, igniting nerves that set off an explosion of passion in her blood. She tossed her head back in abandon as Chase's rough hands gripped her breasts and began to pluck at her nipples. She tossed her hair back, some of the wet strands flying over his shoulder, drenched with overwhelming sensation as Chance pushed steadily into her body. If she had not experienced the prolonged foreplay from both brothers, it never would have worked. As he pushed steadily inward, his hands at her waist pulled her down. Soon she was screaming out her need as she felt herself soaring, closer and closer to the goal. Just when she began to think she could take no more of him, he reached the tip of her womb and her muscles exploded around him! "Chance!" she cried out as he held himself still so she could feel the full measure of her climax—her first real orgasm with a man inside. "Here we go!" he growled as he began to piston her with mighty thrusts of his hips. "¡Dios del…! Oh… Oh, God! Oh, Chance!" she babbled incoherently as lightning sizzled along her body, centering on the wet stretched place where her lover plunged himself with great abandon. One of her hands reached out and grasped a handful of his thick silky hair. Like a proud stallion, Chance tossed his hair forward and dragged the long strands of his sodden silk across her stomach, her thighs and the place where they were joined. This extra stimulation catapulted her to another stunning release. "Chance!" she screamed again as he changed the angle of his penetrations so that his cock dragged against her aching clit with each stroke!

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She sucked in her breath at the sensations, and let it out in a small scream as her body impossibly began to clench around him once again. But with each of his movements, the fluttering continued, until her body again combusted and her walls greedily milked him. Never letting the fire fade, he began to swirl his hips and slam into her. "¡Sí! ¡Sí! Yes!" she shouted her approval of this new movement. "More!" she begged, awash in sensation. "Harder, faster, deeper!" All the while, Chase was murmuring encouragement into her ear. "Yes, baby." His hot breath wafted over her, startling her with the intensity of his words. "You want to come again? You deserve to come again. Take what you want, lovely. Take what you need—as much as you want." His words and the battle taking place below drove her to madness. How sweet this was. How beautiful, how perfect. She deserved this. She would take what she wanted and would never regret it. Suddenly all of the muscles in her body clamped down simultaneously; she couldn't move. All she could do was feel—feel the waves of rapture flowing out from where she was stretched, feel Chance expand as he approached his own release, feel Chase's mouth once again take hers as her breath was sucked from her body and returned on a streak of white lightning! "Chaaannnncccccccceeeeee!" She tore away from those hot lips and wailed as her whole body became one massive orgasm, convulsing uncontrollably and bringing a glimpse of heaven as it finally exploded into spasms, leaving her breathless and sobbing. Her world had been totally rocked. But the journey was not over. Chance rose glistening, chest heaving, and grasped her by her arms. Thinking he meant to comfort her as she tried to pull the tattered pieces of her universe back together, she wrapped both arms around his neck and buried her nose in his chest. She groaned as he slowly slipped from her body, forcing another convulsion within her. That's when she heard Chase. "My turn."

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She gasped as she felt the warm press of his chest against her back before her hips were slightly pulled back and she screamed as his rock-hard tool slammed home. To her amazement, she indeed had more to give. The sudden renewal of her desire only required a brief pause. The feel of another hard cock filling her empty body caused her to arch back and invite him deeper into her body. Chase was the invader. He didn't ask permission; he knew what she needed before she did. While she was still savoring the rush from his first deep penetration, his hand snaked around her waist and pressed against her lower abdomen, pressing her heated flesh against the hardness that was now invading her. Suddenly he felt deeper, fuller, and more intense to her. She gasped out her surprise and tightened her grip on Chance. "Push back, little one," he whispered in her ear and moved his lips to gently sip at hers. "Let yourself go." She moaned softly as Chance's sweetness filled her mouth, mingling with the taste of Chase to form a new exotic flavor. She sighed into his mouth, his kisses touching a chord within her. Chase's kisses were devastating, but Chance's gentled her. Just as she relaxed and opened to his invasion, Chase again slammed himself home. "¡Dios!" she cried out and whimpered. He moved no further. "You are killing me!" "No, I'm not." He dragged her hair to the side, exposing her tender neck for nips and bites. "I'm showing you a different path to paradise!" He continued his slow, hard, measured thrusts, making her writhe and whimper for more. She fought against the restraining hands holding her for this ruthless taking. She slammed her hips backward, trying to get more of him, to make him move faster, to make him ease the burning hunger that had again taken over her body. "Are you ready to take what you want?" one voice whispered—she was not sure which. "Do you know what you want?" "Yes!" she screamed. She was suddenly released to drop fully down on the erect cock that waited for her.

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"¡No creso éste!" she cried out. "I don't believe this!" With Chance supporting her in front, she was able to slam herself down and ride Chase with all the pent-up hunger and frustration she felt inside. Tossing her head from side to side, tangling them all in a fall of long dark hair, connecting them to the moment, she rose up slowly, feeling the drag on her muscles as his engorged cock slowly pulled from her body. Just when they both thought she would lift off of him, she slammed herself down again. "God, yes!" Chase groaned as she expertly rode him. "Take it, baby." His words enflamed her senses. Grasping Chance for balance, she slammed herself, over and over again, down onto the massive organ, taking him as surely as he took her. His hands gripped her waist, helping her in her downward thrust as she felt his muscles bunch. He slammed himself upwards, pushing himself to the hilt and touching the top of her inner chamber. "¡Madre de Dios!" she called out as her inner walls crunched down on his hardness. Her muscles convulsed around him, never letting the orgasm stop, as he forced himself deeper, harder, faster into her. "Yes! More!" she demanded. Her head snapped back and she reached a state of complete stillness. She drifted there for a moment, smelling the combined scent of the two men mixed with the fragrance of dense tropical foliage and the musk of sex. For a moment, she felt the cool breeze, the warm rain, the prickly soft grass, and the heat generated from the two male bodies she was sandwiched between, then her perfect peace collapsed. "Chase! ¡Madre de Dios!" she screamed as her whole body came alive. Chase was now vigorously stroking her, his palm pressed inward making her feel every vein of him. Reaching the end of his tether, he rose up on his knees and, for one last time, powerfully slammed her body down. A light exploded behind her eyes—or was it the lightning—but those beautiful lights were the last things she saw. Her whole being exploded with pleasure so intense her body could contain no more. With a final gasp of completion and a quiver of strained

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inner muscles, she collapsed into restorative darkness, totally satisfied, totally fulfilled, totally replete. When she next opened her eyes, she was sandwiched between two big bodies in a massive king-sized bed. She was warm and dry, her hair neatly braided into a long tail and her naked body clean and comfortable. As she attempted to move, she felt the pull of muscles never so vigorously used before. A small moan escaped her and almost immediately, two sets of intense green eyes were open and focused solely on her. "How are you feeling?" Chance, ever the doctor, asked. "Fine," she managed to reply as a blush began to suffuse her face with color. "Sore?" Chase asked, his gruff voice gentled for her benefit. "A little," she replied, clearly enjoying the attentions of these two men. "I have the cure for that," he responded with a leer. But before their conversation could go any further, there was a loud pounding at the front door. Moving as if they were one, something that still gave her a little pause, the brothers exited the bed and pulled on sweat pants. Together they headed to the front door to confront whoever invaded their morning time. She stretched and looked out of a previously unnoticed window. The sun was shining and the birds were singing. Everything looked so fresh and new, as if a tropical storm hadn't devastated the land just a few hours before. She hopped out of bed and pulled on a T-shirt, Chase's—she could tell by its musky scent. She opened the bedroom door and froze. Standing there in the foyer, in all of his glory, was her cheating boyfriend, El Jackass, himself. "What are you doing here?" she demanded, stalking out of the room to confront her problem. "I found your car near here and came looking for you. You scared me, running off like that. Anything could have happened to you, bebé."

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"And what do you care?" she demanded. Both Chase and Chance had their arms crossed over bare chests, her silent towers of strength ready to intercede if she but asked. "I am your business manager, Marisa. If something happened to you, we all would be devastated!" "Out of a job, more likely," she snidely replied. "Marisa…" he began, but she cut him off. "I know, I know. I have to go back." She slowly walked over to the two brothers who had shown her a world that had never before existed, who taught her to ask for what she wanted, to never accept second best again. "I must go, my dears." "Is he the one?" Chase made no attempt to lower his voice to avoid embarrassing the tall dark-haired man who stood at the door gaping at them. "The man who left you unfulfilled while he went to another woman to get his rocks off?" "He is the one," she replied, fighting to hold back a laugh. "You don't have to leave, you know," Chance said as he eyed the man with something akin to disgust. "Yes, I do. My public awaits." "Public?" The twins looked at each other in confusion, then Chase's eyes widened in recognition. "Marisa, the actress," he breathed. "You're taking Hollywood by storm with your talent." He was impressed. Slowly Chance nodded as if something made sense to him. "I can place you now. You do beautiful work." "Thank you, my lover," she said, then sighed sadly. "But now I must go." Before they could stop her, she walked away towards the open front door. Outside, a white stretch limo sat waiting for her. As they watched, she stepped into the bright

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sunlight and out of their lives, but she paused for a moment, the brightness of the new day almost blotting out her form. "Those two sides of me are in agreement now," she said quietly. She looked back over her shoulder, a devastatingly beautiful woman who walked with new confidence in an old T-shirt, a long braid and a wicked grin. "Let's say same time next year, come hell or high water." With that, she strode serenely barefoot out of the house, leaving lover-boy to stutter questions behind her. "I think we have just been used," Chance said to his brother. "What do you think?" "I think I'm making reservations for next year!" he said with a chuckle. "You and me both brother, you and me both."

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Black and White For Dennis I knew we shouldn't be together. I am black and he is white, but then I forgot to care what others thought. He was mine and I was his, and that's all that really mattered. I remember the day I first met him, bright blue eyes staring over the corner of my sketchpad, long blond hair resting in curls and waves upon his shoulders. "You look lost, little girl," he said jokingly. I looked at him with amazement. I had never seen such big man, such a tall man, such a blond man. His hair was the color of spun gold with platinum streaks joyously picking up rays of the sun. His eyes, those ever changing eyes, flashed down at me, first blue, then green, then gray, as if they were changing with his emotions. His face, with its perfectly straight nose and full bottom lip, seemed foreign to me, but yet familiar. He was like nothing and no one I had ever met before, but I instantly knew I had found what I'd been searching for. "Not lost," I managed to say, an uncommon blush spreading up my cheeks as I fought an incredible urge to giggle like a schoolgirl. "Not lost at all." He smiled at me, the biggest, brightest smile I had ever seen. "Coffee?" he asked, nodding towards a small café across from the statuary I was drawing. He offered me his hand. It was a large hand, pale with long thick fingers and short buffed nails. He looked down at me, uncertain if I would accept or tell this white boy to beat it. That vulnerability in his eyes touched something deep within me. I reached for his hand. It enveloped mine, this large pale hand. It totally surrounded mine with a dry, soft heat. It sent shivers down my arm and across my spine. Was someone walking on my grave, or had I finally met my destiny? We drank coffee—his with sugar and milk, and mine black and strong.

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He laughed at that. His voice rumbled like thunder and shot waves of awareness through my body. I was enthralled, I was entranced, and I was falling in love. He paid for the coffee over my objections, and asked if I would walk with him. "Where?" I asked. "To the stars, beyond the moon, to the park over there," he laughed, pointing to a small secluded square of grass and trees in the midst of the city. "My Lady," he bowed, then placed his hand on my lower back. His hand covered me completely. I was stunned that he was so large. When we were sitting and talking, he seemed so average to me, but when he placed his hand on my back, I knew I was with a giant—a gentle giant. As we walked, his aroma wafted over to me. Not his cologne, mind you. He was wearing some, but the musky scent beneath his cologne grabbed my attention. He smelled new and light, like clean ocean air with a hint of smoke and animal lust. I inhaled deeply, praying that he wouldn't turn and catch me sniffing him like a dog about to mark its territory. At the park, he hefted his pack down from his shoulder. A tinkling sound drew my attention before he sat on the bench. I looked and had another shock delivered. A pair of bright silver handcuffs dangled from one strap. "Does it bother you?" he asked, noticing where my attention was suddenly focused. "Depends on if you're a cop or not," I answered. Dark fantasies flooded my brain. Would he allow me to cuff him? Would I allow him to bind me? But this relationship was only hours old, much too soon to be thinking those thoughts. "I am not a cop," he replied, a teasing glint in his eyes. "But I know what I like. If it makes you uncomfortable…" He let the sentence hang. After a moment, the light dimmed a bit in his eyes as I said nothing. Just as I realized his large muscles were bunching in preparation to leave I placed my hand on his arm. "Stay," I said. Then I looked down.

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His arm looked so pale against my golden brown skin. I had never really noticed a difference before, but with me touching him, the obvious differences between us were apparent. He looked down too, and smiled at the contrast. "We compliment each other, I think," he said as he looked into my eyes. Brown met an ever-changing rainbow of cool colors. His eyes flipped again from blue to gray to green. I got lost in their depths. We made arrangements to meet later that night for a real date. I was nervous and he was too, but we managed to tell each other about ourselves. I was a painter and a writer; he was an engineer. We were both young and starting out, had experienced several relationships that went nowhere, and we both were surprised by this instant attraction. "I have never dated a black woman," he admitted as we danced on a postage-sized dance floor after dinner. "You are just so damn beautiful, I had to come over and see if you were real." I laughed and lay my head against his broad shoulder. He still smelled of the sea and of man. "Well, I have never dated someone of the Caucasian persuasion," I said with a laugh. "And I still don't think you're real." "I'm real enough," he said, his eyes turning a deep green as he pulled my hips into his. I felt his bulge—not a knot, or a lump, but a bulge. All the rumors I had heard over the years about white guys proved false as he pulled me tighter against him. "Really real," I all but purred as the heat of him seared through my dress. "But it's too soon for that," he said as he appeared reluctant to let me go. He escorted me back to the table, paid the bill, then walked me home. "I had fun tonight," he said as we reached my door. "I want to do this again.” "Me too," I replied, looking up into his exciting face and wondering if he was going to kiss me.

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"May I?" he asked, as if he were reading my mind. I nodded and his lips lowered to mine. His soft, full lips caressed mine in a gentle caress as his tongue slipped out to lap at the corners of my mouth. I moaned at the gesture and his arms surrounded me, pulling me closer into his embrace. Then his lips parted mine, and his taste exploded my senses. He was sweet—minty and sweet—like an exotic fruit. I closed my eyes and savored the feel of his facile tongue as it danced in my mouth, learning my taste, leaving an undeniable mark. Before I could stop them, my hands buried themselves in his hair, tugging at the soft long strands that twined around my fingers, taking on a life of their own. Never had I felt something so soft and fine. It wasn't like satin; it was like raw silk, and the feel of it tickled my fingers, awakening nerve endings I never knew existed. I could tell he must have liked it too. He emitted a deep groan that vibrated throughout my body, making me tingle and itch. I wanted to pull him into my apartment and damn the consequences, but he pulled back. "I think something has started here," he said as he dropped tiny kisses along my slightly swollen lips. "Something has started and I don't want to end it." Before I could answer, he urged me into my apartment and closed the door between us. He stood there until I threw the lock. As I watched through the peephole, he turned, adjusted the fit of his pants, and stiffly walked away. That was the beginning. What soon followed were dates that seemed magical to me. I pestered him into walking along the Inner Harbor while he cajoled me into going to late-night movies and greasy diners. Arm in arm, we walked, daring anybody to make a comment on our burgeoning love, damning the consequences. A few unkind individuals shouted epithets that made him angry, but I was an expert at cooling his temper and ignoring the ignorant.

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Once, when some joker called to him, "How much for the whole night?" I thought I would have a riot on my hands. He would allow no one to insult me. He said I was too perfect to let stupid people put their hang-ups on me, and he meant it. We dated for weeks, my desire for him building, growing stronger each day, but always he played the perfect gentleman. Passionate kisses and intense petting was all he would allow. Before the call, I thought I was going to be the first woman to spontaneously combust from unfulfilled desire, or I would end up attacking him. "What are you wearing?" he asked. It was almost midnight and my blood was still singing from his earlier visit, the memory of his hands caressing the secret places of my body making me hot and wet. "Clothes," I returned, still a bit miffed he called everything off when I was finally making headway. "Smart ass," he laughed, and I grinned at the phone. "But you like it," I purred. "You have no idea," he sighed. "But baby, I can't resist you any longer. What are you doing tomorrow and the next day?" "Taking cold showers," I giggled. Tomorrow was Saturday and for the whole weekend, I had nothing planned. "Pack a bag," he murmured in his deep, clear voice. "Just bring a change of clothes to wear home. You won't need anything else." I sat there stunned, the phone clutched tightly in my hand. "Hello?" he said with laughter in his voice. "I'm here," I managed, my mind focused on the mysterious bulge between his legs I never had the pleasure of meeting up close and personal. "We are going to the ocean," he informed me. "After tonight, I just couldn't take any more torture, and you are the sweetest torture known to man. I must have you; I have to drown myself in you. Say you want me. Say you'll go with me, come with me." "Yes," I breathed. "It's about time. I thought I would never wear you down." "I just wanted it to be special," he said. "I'm bringing the handcuffs."

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It was a warning and an invitation. "You do that," I purred, mentally envisioning him chained to a bed for a few days. "You bring them, baby, and we'll see what we can do with them." Bright and early the next morning, there was a knock at my door. My nerves jumped and all my senses went on alert. I knew it was my man. My man. I loved the sound of that. I opened the door and saw he was dressed for the beach. He wore a pair of long denim shorts that showed his muscular thighs and solid calves. The black muscle shirt he wore exposed his arms to perfection. His body was beautiful. "You look good enough to eat," he sighed as he bent low to take a quick kiss from my lips. "Too bad we don't have enough time." I blushed as his meaning crystallized in my mind, but it also made me shiver with anticipation. Soon we were in his car traveling to the shore. He talked about inconsequential things and, as our hands brushed together when he shifted gears or rested on the seat between us, new waves of desire washed over me. I could feel the crotch of my panties dampen with the evidence of my desire. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity but was actually only three hours, we arrived at our destination. My blond Adonis had not rented some cramped hotel room; he had gotten us a cabin on the bay. I looked around in awe as he popped the trunk and carried our belongings inside. Constructed of wood, the place seemed to blend into the forest behind it. A deck overlooked the bay and stretched the width of the back of the place. Windows that would let in natural light surrounded it, and from the looks of the chimney, I decided there was a large fireplace inside. "Chicken?" he asked as he opened the door and effortlessly lifted me from the seat. "Amazed," I returned as I rested my head on his shoulder, feeling his heat grow with his breathing, smelling the passion now clinging to his skin.

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"You will be," he said as we entered the cabin and he kicked the door closed. I didn't get to see much of the living room, for he walked straight through and deposited me onto a large four-poster bed in the master bedroom. "I have to have you," he said. He began working the buttons on my simple sleeveless shirt. "I want to see you under me, begging me for more, crying for my touch." I moaned as I lifted my hands to help, but he brushed them away. "I'll do it all," he said as he tossed the shirt aside. With a low groan, he lowered his head to the cleavage exposed by my lacy bra and inhaled deeply. "Your scent has been driving me mad," he growled as his trembling finger toyed with the front clasp of my bra. "I want to touch you, taste you, feel you, fuck you, and love you." I shivered in response to his words and buried my hands in that glorious mane of hair. I wanted what he wanted, but I couldn't make my throat work. I showed my approval by tugging on his hair and pulling him closer to me. First came the kisses—gentle kisses—as he worked his way down my body, easing me back on the bed. My skin tingled and I had to open my eyes to watch him taking me. The contrast between our flesh tones again excited me. The sight of his long gilt hair trailing over my skin heated my blood. The feel of him mingled heaven and hell into one. When he reached the waistband of my shorts, he quickly unsnapped the cloaking cotton and, with an obvious shout of delight, he cast them aside, too. I lay before him in my skimpy black panties and my lace bra, and wondered what he would do next. He looked up at me—really looked at me—and then his lips eased into a slow sexy smile. "You are beautiful," he sighed. Just those three words and my heart melted.

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"Let me see you," I whispered. I could feel stars shining in my eyes. "I want to see you, all of you." "No." He shook his head as his hands reached for the front closure of my bra. "Not yet. Not until I see you naked and wanting me. You have no idea how much I need you," he said as the clasp popped and the material slid to the sides of my full breasts. "I want you to want me as much as I want you." "I do," I moaned, but then his eyes dropped down to my dark nipples and his breath caught in his throat. "You look like blood-red roses," he finally panted, his eyes turning a deeper shade of green. "I want to taste." Before I could stop myself, my hands were cupping my breasts, lifting them in invitation, begging him to sample me. Suddenly, his mouth wrapped around one nipple and I cried out at the heat he generated. His soft wet mouth encased me and he shuddered as he began to flick at me with the tip of his tongue. Fire exploded with every caress. He bent closer and started a gentle, almost teasing suction. His long silky hair brushed against my exposed skin and absently I lifted myself closer to its touch, enjoying the contrast between cool hair and hot mouth. Breaking away from me, he blew cooling air across my hardened flesh, making me clutch at his head and tug at his hair. He zeroed in on my other nipple. This one received the same delicate treatment until I fell back to the bed, arched my back and begged him for more. But instead of granting my request, he licked gently downward towards my navel. I giggled at this. I am terribly ticklish, but he quickly stopped. "Something amuses you?" he asked, leering at me for all he was worth. I couldn't help it, I broke out in peals of laughter. He looked adorable with his mussed hair and boyish grin. He was making me so very happy.

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"I have something that will take that smile off your face." He waggled his eyebrows at me, as if delighting in my sense of humor. In a calculated dive, he whipped my panties down my hips and off of my legs. I was so stunned I stopped laughing. How had he managed that? I looked up at him just in time to see him raise that little scrap of lace and cotton to his nose and inhale deeply. That was the most erotic thing that I had ever seen. He had a beatific smile on his face, as if he had just had a glimpse of heaven. He tossed them over his shoulder and onto the growing pile of clothes on the floor. "You smell divine," he purred. "But I want to be at the source." My eyes widened. I had never had a man…well…go down on me. And that was exactly what he wanted to do. He looked from my heaving breasts with their glistening nipples down to my throbbing lips that I knew were coated with my essence, and slowly licked his lips. "I've never, I mean, no one has ever…" I stammered, growing moister at the thought despite my uncertainty. "Then I will be the first," he growled as he whipped his shirt over his head. "I want your taste on my tongue and I will have it." My whole body quivered at the thought. Could I open my legs and let this man— this handsome man—this gorgeous giant of a man—stick his tongue…there? He gave me no choice. He knelt at the foot of the bed, grabbed my ankles and pulled me to the edge. Strong hands parted my thighs and for a moment, I felt cool air on the whole of my privacy. I instinctively tried to close my legs, but his shoulders kept them apart. He looked up at me and smiled. "You are so beautiful here," he breathed, inhaling me deeply. "You are a deep fuchsia surrounded by gold."

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I felt his fingers part me and I jerked, so intense were the feelings. There were his big thick fingers parting the most secret part of myself, so that he could have free access to me. I arched my hips, wanting more of his touch as shudders racked my body. "Baby, you are so wet that you are glistening. Let me, baby. It'll be so good, so good, so damn good." As he spoke, his head lowered until I felt his hot breath right against me. "You smell incredible," he breathed across my straining clitoris. His tongue lashed out and delivered the sweetest, hottest stroke I'd ever known. "Oh," I cried out, sinking deeper into the mattress. "Oh," he echoed as his tongue returned for another foray. "You taste good too." He lowered his head and buried it between my legs. "Oh shit," I gasped as I felt his tongue circle and stab at my clit. Never had I felt anything like this. For a second, I marveled that his mouth could bring me so much pleasure. He began licking me as if I was some sweet treat he was enjoying. My hands reached down and fisted in his hair as he continued with his long steady strokes. I sifted through his hair, massaged his scalp, and urged him onward. I didn't know the proper etiquette for this oral love, but I figured the best place for my hands was holding him closer to me, and the best place for my legs was wrapped around his head so he couldn't get away. He growled as he felt my soft thighs clamp around his head. In fact, his hands began to gently massage them, adding a new layer of sensation. "Oh yes, yes, yes, yes," I cried as his tongue again centered on my swollen nub. My eyes closed at the sensation. With his teeth, he gently grabbed me at its base and began a light suction that shot fire through my body, making my hardened nipples beg for any touch, and making me see stars behind my closed eyes.

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With a cry, I jerked one hand from his head and plucked at my own nipple. I didn't care if he saw me. I needed this stimulation. I was drawing close to the edge and I wanted to fall over. He stopped caressing my thigh and one hand snaked upward towards my free breast while the other joined his mouth in driving me insane with desire. I felt that hard thick digit run gently over my lower lips. I whimpered as he gently stroked a finger through my wetness, spreading it around and teasing my feminine opening. "I'm gonna make you fly," he whispered against me before he again latched onto my clit while slamming one finger deep inside. My body almost lifted completely off the bed. My legs began to tremble and I screamed as I felt his thick finger spear deep inside me. "Damn, baby, you're hot," he growled. He lapped up my cream, which seemed to run free over his penetrating hand. "And wet," he crooned as he drank my essence. I managed to lift my head enough to look down, and almost screamed again as I saw his blond head buried between my legs. Never had I seen anything more beautiful. It wasn't because of our contrasting colors, although that was arousing; it was because he was doing this for me. He was bringing me fulfillment, loving me, eating me, because he wanted my pleasure. "Oh God," I wailed as a surging wave of sensation flooded over me, slamming my body back onto the bed, shooting lightning down my legs, making me buck wildly beneath him. "I'm going to come." "Do it, baby," he cried, adding another finger to the first, stretching me, sending extra stimulation to the place I needed it most. His fingers found a little spot that made me twitch and jump. "Oh," I shrieked and began to move against him, forcing myself against his face and demanding he give me more. "That's the hot button," he purred and began a gentle assault on my G-spot.

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It was too much. I arced back my head and screamed as the waves came crashing down. I felt my inner walls clench and grope at his fingers, which only increased the waves of orgasmic releases flowing through my body. I shivered and moaned as the convulsions continued, as he kept lapping at me, stroking me, until I became still and accepting. "That was beautiful, baby," he murmured. He lifted his head and I shuddered, aroused again by the sight of his face, shiny with my juices. "You taste divine." Not knowing how to respond, I lifted my arms to him, to my pleasure giver, and pulled him close to me. Tentatively, he placed his lips against mine, and I greedily kissed him, tasting our combined flavors. With a groan, he thrust his tongue deep inside my mouth, playing with mine as I savored the combined tastes of raw sex. I liked it. Soon my legs wrapped around his denim-clad hips and I was hungry for more. "Not yet," he said, untangling himself from me and reaching for the bag he placed bedside. "I have a surprise for you." I was back to imagining handcuffs again. But I found the idea more appealing this time around. Maybe it was because I trusted him more, and now my body knew pleasure could be had at his hands. He emerged from his forays into the bag with two silk scarves in a warm floral print and a jar of…lubricant? "Just what are you planning on doing with that?" I asked, gazing at the jar. "Not what you're thinking," he laughed as he bent down to give me another one of his intoxicating kisses. "Then what?" I asked, curious now that the first wave of desire had passed. "Extended love play always requires extra lubrication," he informed me in his best engineer's voice.

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"Extended?" I asked, confused. I have never had a problem in the moisture department, and I wondered why I would need it. "Extended," he assured me with another wicked leer. "Trust me?" he asked, holding up the scarf. "Yes," was my reply. I trusted him to take care of me, to bring me more pleasure, to teach me things I had been too frightened to learn. "Give me your hand." He attached soft silken restraints to first one wrist, and then my other wrist, and they were gently drawn above my head and tied to the headboard. This position arched my back deeply, thrusting up my breasts for his enjoyment. "My dark-brown princess," he murmured as he stood back and observed me trussed to the bed. Strangely, I had never felt so beautiful. I was suddenly on display for the man I wanted, the man I loved, and it felt right. I arched deeper, watching his eyes turn a deep dark green and his face flush with heat. "Come to me," I demanded, feeling the power I held even while restrained. As if in a trance, he unsnapped his shorts and let them fall to the floor. I began to strain against the bindings—not to get away, mind you, but to free my hands so that I could touch him. His wide chest narrowed into a small waist and slim hips. A thin mat of softlooking, dark gold hair covered his chest, then narrowed down to a thin arrow that pointed right to…goodness. I had never seen anything like this before. His was a tall, thick, pink shaft crowned with a heart-shaped, plum-colored head. Never had I seen anything more beautiful, more masculine, or bigger than his erect cock. It had to be at least nine inches of the most incredible part of a man's body that ever existed. And it was all mine. "Now," I whimpered telling him that I was again ready. More than ready, in fact. I could feel my juices running down my empty opening and moistening the sheets below

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me. Thank God, I thought. The covers had been pulled back! I am not one for sleeping in a wet spot. An inane thought, I know, but my nerves were shot and my desire rising. "Not yet," he teased as he watched lust take control of my body once more. "When?" I asked, twitching in my bindings as I imagined the feel of his hard flesh beneath my hands. "Soon, because I can't take much more," he promised as he reached for the jar of lubricant and popped open the cap. Fascinated, I watched him scoop out a finger coated with the clear gel. He closed his eyes and began to stroke the slippery substance onto his cock. His breathing sounded harsh in the silent room and his lips parted, just enough so that I could see that skilled tongue flick out and moisten his top lip as a heavy moaning sigh escaped. Then he bit his bottom lip in concentration as he coated his skin to make the condom go on easier. "I could do that," I offered. His dark green gaze suddenly snapped to me. "And I wouldn't last fifteen seconds," he groaned, his hand caressing his hard flesh. "That's the reason you're tied down, baby. You are too much to take, to set free for the first time." As he spoke, he approached the bed slowly on sure feet. I trembled as he climbed up beside me. I longed to reach out and touch him, but my hands could only twitch in their bindings as he drew closer and closer to me. I whimpered as I felt his heat. It was warmth I knew I could only find with him. The next thing to hit me was his scent. His musky, smoky scent was strong, and I inhaled it, enjoying it, knowing soon our scents would be intertwined. Shivering, he loomed over me, straddling my hips, and his hands cupped my breasts. "These are lovely," he said from beneath half-closed eyes. "They are so soft and they taste so good," he purred. "And they are mine. Aren't they?" "Yes." I gasped at the feel of his fingers rolling and pinching my nipples.

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With a satisfied grunt, he slid down, wiggling until he made a place for himself between my spread legs. Smiling his wicked smile, he lifted my legs and placed them around his waist. "And this, your beautiful pussy, is that mine as well?" "As long as you take good care of it," I whimpered. His skin felt incredible against the sensitive flesh of my inner thighs. His legs were lightly hairy, just enough to create a delicious friction that made my nipples strain into diamond-hard buttons. "I'll take care of it," he smirked before he reached for the jar of lubricant and again withdrew a generous amount. "I don't need…" I began, but I sucked in a deep breath as he parted my lower lips and began to apply the lubricant. It was warm. I had never had this done to me before, but I found I liked the feel of my natural wetness combining with the warm gel as he massaged and protected my most delicate of skin. "Prolonged love play." He bent low to murmur in my ear. "Very prolonged, starting now." He actually managed to wink at me as he reached into his never ending bag of tricks and pulled out a small gold package stamped extra large. “Oh my,” I managed as he tore the foil open with his teeth and unwound the bonewhite condom a bit. His eyes bore into mine as he ran his fingers over the tip of his erection, his thumb collecting the clear fluid at the tip and smearing it around the head. I actually saw him throb with what had to be his heartbeat, and a low moan emerged form his chest. I watched him there, stroking himself, preparing himself for my domination and I unconsciously ground my hips into the soft sheets, silently praying that he would move faster.

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Still with teasing slowness, he placed the rolled latex at his tip and slowly eased it down, moving slower as I tore my gaze from his and concentrated on the firm grip he had on his cock. Damn him, he was moving even slower! But he took his time, smoothing down every crease, taking another finger filled with lube and carefully coating the condom. He shuddered and growled as he eased his way deeper between my legs, letting me see and hear and feel his desire, letting me know that the animal in him was about to be released into me. Without warning, he slammed his full length inside of me. "Yes!" I screamed. I felt myself stretch to hold his whole length. I knew that if he had tried that with just my own wetness, it never would have worked without both of us being in serious pain. "Yes, baby," he purred. "Want me." Lifting my legs over his shoulders, he looked down and shuddered as he jerked my hips higher, skidding his knees beneath my ass and watched himself begin to make slow, deep thrusts within me. I cried and whimpered in joy as I felt the slow drag of him within my walls. I could feel every hard vein and bump as he slowly dived in and pulled himself free of me. My body strained to meet his thrusts, but I could not break free from the scarves. "You are so hot, and wet, and so damn tight," he growled, his face contorting into a mask of pained pleasure. Then his hands were on my breasts, shaping and plumping them, his fingers pulling at my nipples. "More," I demanded. I felt waves of pleasure begin to saturate my body, starting at the tight hot place where we were joined. "Please, more." "Yes, baby, yes." he moaned, tossing his head back and arching his neck. "I'll give you more. I'll give you everything I've got."

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Then his hands were beside mine on the headboard and I found myself almost bent double. "Oh." I shivered as he leaned over me. "Yes," I screamed as he began a vigorous pumping with his hips. "Come for me, baby," he groaned. His green eyes bore down into my own. "I need you to come for me." Gripping my bindings, I found some leverage and slammed myself up to him, matching his rhythm. His eyes widened in surprise, then closed as quivers started shaking his body. Faster and faster he pistoned his hips into me, pounded into me, until little grunts exploded from his throat. "Oh, yes," he growled as he changed the angle of penetration. Suddenly he was not only sliding against my swollen clitoris, but also pressing against that secret spot deep within me. "Oh. Oh. Yes. Please, yes," I screamed as I felt myself building, being forced to a higher plateau. Release was within my grasp and with everything in me I lunged towards it. "Yes," I yelled as suddenly tension broke and I was sent hurtling through space, away from my body and into the vast richness within. "Yes," he echoed as he slowed his motions. "I can feel every damn one of them," he panted as my inner muscles pulled and sucked at his hardness. But he wasn't done. Lowering my legs as the last of my spasms approached, he suddenly bent over me and latched onto one hard nipple. "Again," he muttered. He sucked me deep and hard into his mouth. As if reacting to his attention, my inner chamber tightened around his hardness again and I moaned in startled delight. He began to swirl and circle his hips.

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"Oh God," I moaned as he began a rough/hard grinding inside and against me. I tried to pull my hands free to grasp that gyrating ass of his, but the scarves held me fast. His mouth drew rhythmically upon me, creating new tension and forcing my desire to explode anew. Against my control, my hips began to counter his movements. "Yes, baby," he purred, letting go of my nipple with a pop. "Take it. Take it all. This cock is yours, baby. All yours." "Mmm," I moaned, wrapping my legs tighter around his waist. Never had I been loved like this before. He was ravishing me, claiming, me, taking me higher than I had ever been. And I loved it. His head moved to my other nipple and I arched my back to grant him easier access. He moaned his approval and rewarded me by giving me short little jabs with his cock. I whimpered. I wanted more. As if sensing this, he placed his hands beside my head and rose above me. "Ready to fly?" he asked, his mouth a bit slack with passion, his eyes dilated and glazed. "Yes, please," I gasped, straining to meet his every move, my eyes snapping open, connecting with his, feeling our souls combine as they prepared to take flight, to fly. "Then let's soar," he whispered. He slid his hands beneath my bottom and tilted me to yet another angle. He bent low to deliver one last tongue-teasing kiss before his hips began long hard slams into me. I closed my eyes, tossed my head back and began to scream. I couldn't help it. Almost painful jolts of fire spread onto my sensitive skin as he pounded into me. Sweat glistened on our skin as he drove to a grand finale. My inner walls gripped and quivered under his assault, feeling every inch of him, triggering a final mind-blowing release. Suddenly, everything went still. For a moment, I could see everything, smell the rich scents of our sex that surround the bed, hear his panting breaths and his cries of

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surrender. I was one with everything, and I was nothing. My whole body had become the orgasm. "Yes," I shrieked as suddenly everything crashed down. Hot waves of desire and completion ravaged my body, tossing me and turning within the bounds of the silken restraints as well as the fleshy cave of his arms. "Dear God," I heard him bellow. His back arched so far I thought his spine would crack. His face flushed a bright red and his eyes shot open to bore into mine. For a moment—that single moment—we were one. One is the agonizing pleasure of a cataclysmic release, and for that one moment, we understood each other perfectly. There was no he, no she, only us. And that was all that mattered. As the release finally eased, he melted against me. I longed to hold him in my arms, but I was still bound. "Hey," I whispered—all that my throat was able to produce. "Release me." With trembling hands, he reached up and clawed at the knots until first one, then the other hand was free. I gave him no time to attend to the slight markings on my wrists, for in a flash, my arms were around him, caressing that glorious soft-hard skin of his back, massaging and comforting my man. He raised his head for a kiss and I saw tears forming in his now sky-blue eyes. "I think I'm in love with you," he confessed. He closed his eyes and dropped a little kiss on my swollen lips, I snuggled as close to him as I could, loving the feel of his hair-roughened chest rasping against my nipples and the slight abrasiveness of his legs as they entwined with mine. Taking his face between my hands, I raised his gaze to mine. Tears fell unheeded down my face as I stared into the eyes of the man I had grown to depend on, who I had grown to trust—the man I wanted with every fiber of my being. His eyes searched mine and he smiled as he read the truths contained there.

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"I love you too," I whispered. I pulled his mouth down to mine. "Besides," I continued as we broke off the kiss. "You still haven't shown me what you do with those handcuffs." That earned me another deep, passion-soaked kiss. And it was all that mattered. It was enough. Whatever the future holds, we will face together, both knowing it won't be easy. But, as I said, it's enough.

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Friends and Lovers I've known Chance since we were children. We were practically brother and sister. We were so close that I acted as second "best man" at his wedding, and held his hand during his divorce proceedings. We even lived about a mile apart from each other. He and his brother were always in my life. People called us the Three Musketeers, but it was Chance to whom I was more closely drawn. He was my absolute best friend. I even cried on his shoulder as I told him about my first, and according to me, last sexual act. I swore to him that I would never do it again, but he just laughed. He told me that time would tell and I would one day want that closeness between a man and a woman. I said nothing, but snuggled deeper into his arms, grateful for the closeness that existed between us. So it was really no surprise to me when I came home to start my vacation one Friday and saw Chance sitting on my couch, staring at nothing. When I asked him what was wrong, he just sadly shook his head. Later, after I had coaxed some lunch into him, the whole story came out. It seemed that a friend of his, a fellow physician, had had a heart attack right in his office. Even after administering CPR, Chance hadn't been able to save his friend. Chance was a wonderful neurosurgeon, but he always took death hard. As he rested his head on my shoulder, I decided what I would do with my vacation. "Fishing?" Chance exclaimed as his ebony eyebrows shot up, almost touching the ebony waves that lay on his forehead. The one thing I have always loved about Chance is his non-conformist attitude. He wore his locks in a long ponytail down his back. His emerald eyes stared indignantly at me. "I think that sniffing all those paint fumes finally affected your

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brain," he teased. "I should know," he said, making references to my job as a graphics artist and his own practice. But I convinced him that fishing would get his mind off things. So after a quick stop at his apartment for a change of clothing, we were on our way. I knew of a cabin owned by a friend of mine we could use as a base of operations. I often used it to relax so I could draw the scenery that had made my artwork so famous. It was secluded and private, therefore perfect for our needs. Once Chance changed into his tight denims and flannel shirt, we were ready to go. We hiked to the lake, sank our lines, and began talking about our lives. He had yet to get into another relationship with anyone after his divorce, saying that it hurt too much, and I was still hurting from my own encounter so many years ago. We were so into our conversation that we didn't notice the storm until it was upon us. Quickly we grabbed what equipment we could carry and raced back to the cabin, dashing through a downpour of cold water. By the time we reached our sanctuary, we were soaked to the skin. Chance, playing the doctor, told me to get out of my wet clothes while he started a fire in the enormous fireplace that dominated the small living area of the three-room cabin. Protesting that I had no other clothes to change into, Chance insisted that we share the set he had originally arrived in. I would get the white dress shirt and he would wear the tailored black dress pants. After a hesitant nod, I went into the bedroom to change. I never before realized how large Chance really was. His shirt fell to my knees and the sleeves hung well below my fingertips. At five-foot-nine inches, it’s hard to make me feel small, but that's how I felt at the moment. After a pause to control my thoughts, the cold of my damp skin drove me back to the living room where Chance had a toasty fire going. "Guess what, Paint Lady?" he asked as he walked into the room from the front porch. "It's flooded out there and we’ll probably be here for the night."

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Any apologies I could have made were stuck in my throat as he walked towards me. The flames of the fire turned his body into a mass of planes and shadows. I had not fully realized how well-developed he was. I knew he exercised regularly to relieve the stress of his job, but his body seemed to be sheer perfection from those workouts. The artist in me wanted to look, but the woman in me wanted to touch. "Chance," I gasped. "You are gorgeous." He blushed to the roots of his shiny wet hair. Embarrassed, I looked down, but that only gave me a better view of the whorls of soft black hair that led to the top of his damp clinging pants. The damp cotton outlined his muscular thighs and the bulging cock between his legs. Even his feet were beautiful—fine-boned and arched with just a little hair on the knuckles. Collecting my wayward thoughts, I turned and made my way to the large couch in front of the fireplace. By the reaction I saw on his face, I could tell Chance had read my every expression from lust to shame and quickly put two and two together. Striding to the couch, he pulled me onto his lap. "It's okay, baby," he whispered. "Sometimes we have to see each other as man and woman." He began to rub my back to comfort me. Warmth ran over my body from his hands and hard thighs, and reminded me I wore no underwear. I moaned lightly and turned my face into my favorite spot under his chin, and remembered how I always snuggled into him for comfort. Only now, his touch wasn't comforting at all. I could smell his spicy cologne mixed with his special scent. Softly I groaned as his murmur rumbled in my ear and vibrated through his chest. I couldn't help myself. I ran my hands over his chest and copper-colored nipples. "Oh, baby," he groaned as he shoved his hands into my hair. "Please," he whispered as he led my head to his right nipple. Like a hungry child, I lapped at it before taking the whole thing into my mouth, nipping and licking. His hands ran under my shirt and up my thighs. He groaned when he encountered the bare flesh of my ass. His hand started shaking.

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"Baby," he moaned. "I don't want to hurt you. Please be sure. I don't want to make you hate me." My answer was to straddle his lap and slowly unbutton the shirt and let it drop from my body. His mouth dropped. "Never have I seen such beauty," he groaned as he lowered me to the couch. "I have to taste." He attached himself to my nipple. I whimpered as feelings, never before felt, centered in my lower regions. His hands made me all the hotter as he stroked and massaged my inner thighs, coming closer to my center but never touching. His strong capable hands replaced his mouth at my breast as his lips traveled down my straining body. As I lay there, fully reclining on the couch, he moved further down my body, and he whispered softly what he was going to do to me. I shivered as erotic images filled my head. I saw visions of us wrapped around each other in an intimate tangle—of him grinding his cock deep into my hungry flesh—of the sounds that he would make, that I would make, that we would create together as he drove my body towards climax. His soft, moist lips paused briefly at my navel, then continued on to my mound. There he softly blew warm breath as his hands massaged down the wet trail left by his tongue, down to my thighs and finally to part my nether lips. His head dipped lower as he took a long loving taste. My body arched up towards his mouth as all traces of gentleness left him. He groaned and buried his face into my hot pulsating self. He licked and nipped at my clit, sending my pleasure soaring higher, causing me to shriek his name over and over. At my response, he growled and thrust one finger deep inside. I felt as if struck by lightning as flashes of heat flew to all parts of my body, then back to the spot he suckled. "Come, baby," he rasped. "Give me all your beautiful juices. Let go." His words inflamed my senses as his hands and beautiful mouth drove me to the brink. He growled low, and another finger joined the first, pushing, pumping into me. I could hold on no longer. I arched my back and screamed at the top of my lungs as my

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inner muscles clenched around his fingers. The more he pushed, the longer they continued to pulse, until I could only gasp as convulsions racked my body. After my third explosion, I became aware that his sparkling green eyes looked at me with what appeared to be longing as he licked my juices off his lips. I still felt like I was missing something. He seemed to know this because he ran his hands over my body, never letting the sensations completely stop. "Baby," he began, "I don't want to scare you. I'm quite large and you're so small. I don't want to hurt you." "Please, Chance," I begged, tears of frustration running down my face. "I need you." His eyes flashed like green fire as he dropped his pants. My eyes widened. He was built in equine proportions. His large cock throbbed in the firelight and I unconsciously spread my legs wider to allow him access. He smiled as he reached for his wallet on a nearby end table and pulled out the necessary protection. "Touch me, baby," he whispered low and huskily. "Feel me." In awe, I slowly ran my hands over his long, thick cock. I could barely circle him with my hand. Unbelievably, it grew longer and thicker. It felt like molten steel covered in the softest of velvet. With a wanton groan, I pulled him closer and peppered it with kisses, painting pictures on the head with my tongue. He moaned as he held my head and slowly pushed himself into my mouth. He expertly controlled how much I took, never giving me too much, and I knew he was an expert when it came to controlling his magnificence. "The condom," he growled finally as he quickly pulled away from my hungry mouth. His hands were all over my body, making the fire burn higher as I groped for the tiny packet. I ripped open the package and rolled the protection on him. The heat between my legs burned and scorched me.

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He raised my legs over his arms, lifted to a kneeling position and slid into my now drenched body. I was so far gone, lost in sensuality, I could only plead for him to continue. Slowly he filled me. Oh God, how he filled me, stopping every few seconds to let me adjust to his girth. "More," I commanded when he was about halfway in. "I don't want to hurt you, baby," he growled, sweat pouring off his forehead, making his beautiful body glisten. I insisted by putting my hands on his tight ass and pulling. Slowly more of him slid in until he reached the hilt. Just as his tip touched the top of the vault of my womanhood, I screamed my climax, my body convulsing around his steel. A look of awe crossed his face as he began to move. "No one ever…" he began, but gave up as I went wild beneath him, clawing and scratching and pulling on his taut ass. Each thrust brought on another climax until my body was one shuddering orgasm. His thrusts became less gentle as he pushed my legs straight up and began to pound me, stealing my breath, my soul, with every thrust. I felt his testicles slapping against my ass, sending me off again. It seemed that he growled and pounded me senseless for hours. I lost count of my climaxes as he pulled out to the tip and slammed into me one last time. I lost consciousness. The last thing I remember was him shouting my name as he gave himself up to the milking of my body. When I returned to myself, Chance was gently washing my body with warm water and a soft hanky. I groaned as he gently bathed my tender, swollen parts. "I'm sorry I lost control," he began. "But no other woman could take all of me the way you did. And you felt so damn hot and wet and good… So I…" I cut him off. "Chance," I whispered, because my throat was sore from all the yelling. "I have never felt anything like that before in my life. I'll forgive you if you do it again. I love your largeness. I long for your passion."

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Slowly a blush ran up his cheeks as he lowered his head seemingly in embarrassment. After he recovered himself, he finished bathing my body and rubbed life back into my aching limbs. He settled me once again on the couch before the fire and lifted my legs over his shoulders. He knelt and began worshipping at the altar of my womanhood with heavenly kisses and practiced knowing licks—his hand and mouth a sacrifice for my pleasure. All through the long night, he loved me first with his hands and mouth, then jacked himself to release as I watched and learned with hungry eyes. Soon, I was practicing my deep throat techniques and with hand and mouth, dominating his magnificent cock that he swore only I could take and master. The next day, as soon as the water receded, we headed to his apartment where he carried me inside and we started the whole rite again. Chance showed me that I truly had to experience something wondrous before I judged. In return, I gave him confidence in his manhood. Together we taught each other that friends make the best lovers.

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Genie in a Bottle "Why do I always get stuck in this store?" Kari grumbled as her sisters' voices faded into the distance. Stuck as usual on mating night, Kari had been elected by her older sisters to stay home and clean up her half of the shop. Of course, her half included any and all old useless bits of junk that sometimes came with an acquired shipment of jars and bottles her sisters frequently bought and refurbished for resale. Each sister was responsible for her own sales and therefore her own money. Not knowing her sisters always voted to keep her in the shop because they were afraid that her exotic beauty would prevent them from attracting a choice mating partner, Kari languished alone and unsatisfied at home. Her sable-colored hair and expressive hazel eyes made her stand apart from all of her auburn-haired, green-eyed sisters, and had caused quite a stir among the men before the incident. "I really hate them, sometimes," she muttered to herself as she grasped a particularly ugly vase and began to take her frustrations out on it with the polishing cloth. "Why do I get stuck here all alone, anyway? I wish I had the perfect lover and friend to spend my days with, the perfect man to keep for the rest of my life." Almost as the words left her mouth, there was a strange popping sound in the air and a sudden rise in the temperature. Looking around to see if the air cooler was filled with cold water and functioning correctly, her face slammed right into a wall of solid male flesh—solid naked male flesh. Before she could recover, a low, sinister voice proclaimed, "You have called me; I have come."

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"I did?" she questioned as she pulled her nose out of that chest and took a few steps backwards. Yup, there he was. Another genie, just like the one who caused all of this mating night disaster in the first place, but at least this one was good looking. Skin the color of rich coffee and cream covered this one from head to bare toes. Not a hair marred his perfectly shaped head. His eyes were a sharp gold that reflected the dim light in the room and even matched the prerequisite tiny gold hoop in his left ear. His stubborn chin drew attention to his generous mouth—a mouth that now looked annoyed. "What do you want?" she cried crossly, recovering from her shock. "Well, you called me, didn't you? You are the one who made that damn wish with that damn ugly bottle. What do you want me to do first? And make it quick. I have other things to see to." "What nerve," Kari exclaimed as she slammed her hands down on her hips in anger. "It was one of you guys who granted that madwoman a wish in the first place. Only an idiot would think that the world would be a much better place with all the women being allowed to mate only once a month. Like some people's preoccupation with sex is the reason why so many relationships fail. Like it was our fault her husband started cheating on her. And only an idiot would let something like that happen. I mean, who in their right mind would let the men become trapped in some sort of sexless limbo until we reach that one-month date? Only a dumb genie, that's who. For goodness sakes, you should see them flocking to the mating-night dance, all of them trying to get laid. And one of you guys is responsible for this disaster." With a sniff, she turned her back to the surprised-looking man and began sorting through the other bottles and jars left in her box. "That was a Political Genie," he groused. "I am a different kind all together." "So fix it," she cried out, not even turning in his direction.

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"I can't. You can't tamper with another genie's magic. Besides, like I said, I am a different kind all together." "Oh yeah? Then what kind of genie are you? I mean, I didn't even know you guys came in categories. Let me guess. You are a Mechanical Genie, come to build the perfect male replacements for those impotent fools the women are all flocking to choose from. Or better yet, you are the Moral Genie, come to take our one-month treat away. I've got news for you, buster, I haven't had my one-month treat in over two years. Listen and learn, magic boy, I don't need a genie in my life." "I think you do," he muttered as he took a step closer to Kari. "I can feel the frustration in you, and it's a good thing, too." "Why?" she demanded, turning back to face him, this time admiring his naked body. "Because I am a Sexual Genie." Kari's mouth dropped open. She shook her head as if she wanted to clear it of an obstruction altering her hearing. "Excuse me, but did you say Sex Genie?" "Yes," he smirked as he took another step closer to her. "You requested the perfect man and the perfect lover, so here I am." He spread out his arms and her eyes dropped to his crotch. Oh mama, was he a perfect ten. A perfect ten inches. Kari gasped as she took in his massive proportions and other attributes. His thighs were like two large pillars of firm brown flesh. His small waist seemed too insignificant to hold up such a broad chest. His shoulders and arms were built for power. Everything about him spoke of his mastery of his supple body. "And when you bring your eyes up to my face and look at me, you will see that I'm really serious." "Holy cow," Kari exclaimed as she took in the sight of her new servant. He was definitely buff and dark and just plain gorgeous.

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"So I get the three wishes and poof, you're gone, but all the wishes have to be sexual in nature, right?" she gleefully asked while rubbing her hands together in anticipation. "Not exactly." He calmly burst her bubble. "I'm here for the duration, kid." He lowered his hands and a tented loincloth appeared as he at least made an effort to make this conversation serious. "The duration?" she asked, a small frown crossing her face. She liked the naked thing, but now that he was somewhat covered, she concentrated on his words. "Until death do us part, baby-cakes," he smirked. "But why?" she wailed. Having a few sexual fantasies fulfilled would hurt no one, but to be responsible for this…this…man for the rest of her life was unthinkable. "Because I can only be the perfect man for one person, toots. That's the rules. You wished for the perfect man and the perfect lover, so now I only operate for you. What do we do first, my love?" "That can't be right," she cried out in dismay. "I don't know what to do with a man." 'If that's your problem, baby-cakes, then you'd better be happy I was the genie you awakened." "I know what to do with a man, magic boy," she retorted. "I just don't know what to do with you." "Taste me. Test me. See if I can fulfill your wish, oh mouthy one. Then you can decide what to do from there. But let me warn you, you wished for me forever, and I'm not going away." Those words effectively shut her up. She did open her fool mouth and make that wish, so she was stuck with the big guy. "Do I have a choice?" she asked desperately, her eyes almost pleading. "Of course you do," he reassured her, gently patting her on the shoulder. "You get the top or the bottom." "Ugh!" She shook his hand off her body, stormed out of the storeroom and into her bedroom, slamming the door behind her as if she had just locked out all of her problems.

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"You can't get rid of me that easily," a deep voice whispered in her ear from behind. "Eeeek," she shrieked as she jumped around to see her Sexual Genie reclining on her bed. "This is a nice springy sleeping surface, Oh Great Mistress. Perfect for doing the mattress mambo." "I didn't invite you here," she angrily cried out. "I don't even know what to call you." "I don't have a name, toots. I am your perfect sexual partner, so you name me. And don't give me a stupid name like Lance, or Steel, or Rock. I hate that stuff. And I don't answer to Baby. I have to draw the line somewhere, and cutesy names is it." "You don't have a name?" she asked, suddenly struck by what he said. "You don't have a name of your own?" "No. I am a Sexual Genie. Women call me what they want to. Nobody has ever used me for more than the standard three wishes, so a permanent name wasn’t necessary. You, on the other hand, called me for a lifetime, so I figure a name might make it a bit easier on us both." "Okay, one problem at a time," she decided as she sat at the foot of the bed. "You need a name. Derek? No. Eric?" She looked over at him and almost laughed at the comical face he was making. Eric was definitely out. "Um, Chase?" "Too unbelievable," he replied. "Who would want to scream out 'Chase' in a fit of sexual ecstasy? Sounds like someone giving commands to a dog." "Okay, Chase is out. Anthony?" "Do I look like an Anthony?" "Anthony's out. Oh, I know. Rod." "Don't make me laugh," he laughed. "Please come up with something that won't send us both into fits of laughter. Laughter at certain times during the sexual experience is detrimental to your reaching multiple orgasms." "Multiple?" she squeaked. "Multiple," he assured her, looking confident in his abilities.

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"How about Lucas?" "Lucas." He tested the word on his tongue. "Yes, Lucas will do nicely. You can scream 'Luc' and I won't be paralyzed by a fit of laughter. Lucas it is." "Great, Lucas, now that that is settled, what can we do about our situation?" "This," he answered, a moment before he pounced. Never before had a genie, let alone any other man, stripped her. He seemed to have hands everywhere. She felt her tunic melt away like warm honey, and the feeling caused her skin to tighten and tingle. She looked up into his handsome face and felt her anger melt away as her nipples tightened into almost painful points. "What are you doing?" she nearly whimpered as the warm tingly feeling traveled down her spine and flared around her lower tummy. "Awakening your nerve endings, and believe me, it's been quite a while since they were put to good use." She slammed her mouth shut at his answer. It may be true, but that was no reason for him to get technical. Besides, almost every woman on this planet was in a state of disuse. "Do you not remember what it felt like to lay in a lover's arms?" he asked, a funny expression on his face as he gently toppled her backwards onto the bed. "I am trying to read your body language, and you are almost virginal in your response to this stimuli." "Well. It's been quite a while," she muttered. "How long?" He raised one dark eyebrow and she felt her blush deepen. "Well, there was that one time about two years ago," she muttered to his chest, for her eyes had dropped when she saw the disbelief in his eyes. “Didn’t I tell you this? Crazy genie!” That was one way to salvage a little pride. "There is a mating night, you know," he stated with great authority. "Of course I know," Kari insisted, her blush going still deeper, making her ears tingle. How much blood rushing to the face can you take before your head exploded?

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"But as you can see, I always get voted by my sisters to stay here. I just can't pick up and leave the shop whenever I want." He rose to his full height. She almost jerked him to her aching breasts, so much she craved the hard masculine press of his body. But she forced her hands to remain down by her side. She wondered what was going through his mind. "Do you have wishes, dreams, fantasies?" he finally asked in a gentle tone of voice. "Have you ever wanted something so bad you could almost taste it?" Looking at his barely clothed body, she could honestly answer, "Yes," to his question. When he wasn't scowling or being ultra sarcastic, he was really very handsome, almost god-like in a way. "Tell me." His voice sounded like the thickest, sweetest syrup, smooth and dark. It sounded of promises given, promises fulfilled, promises yet to be obtained. "I don't know if I can," she whispered, her eyes blazing with the thought of having him make her dreams come true. The touch of his skin against her glowing flesh was a shock that burned. She jerked her head up to see him lower his hot, hard body near hers. She said nothing as he lifted her naked form and positioned her to his liking on his hard thighs. Any protest she might have uttered was shocked out of her as he tenderly cupped her face and guided her timid gaze to his. "Tell me," he ordered. "I want music," she whispered. "I want soft music and soft lights. I want to feel special." With a wave of his hand, he transformed the cramped bedroom into a wide-open tent, complete with a wondrous view of a desert sunset. He touched her bed below her, causing her to moan with the feel of his shifting muscles, and suddenly her bed was gone, replaced by a low divan covered in silk scarves and pillows. Soft gentle music drifted on the warm breeze that came from nowhere. All around them pulsed the lush sounds of nature blending perfectly with her increased breathing as awareness of him intensified.

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"Oh, wow," she breathed as she looked at the wonder he had created. "This is amazing." "Is this to your liking, Little Shy One?" he asked as the wind gently shifted the gossamer fabric of the tent walls, drawing her eyes to its flowing movements. "Yes," she breathed, beginning to enjoy this genie's power. He wielded it for her delight. "What else do you wish?" "Multiple orgasms." Shocked when those words actually come from her mouth, she slapped her hands over the offending orifice. But his laughter rang out overhead as he pulled her closer to his body. The hard muscles of his stomach quivered against her feminine heat, making her grit her teeth as painful desire suffused her being. She could feel herself growing moist against his skin, and he felt it too, for he got a hard glint in his eyes just before he reached between their bodies and gently grazed her throbbing clit. "That can be arranged, little one," he breathed against her mouth. "You are wet for me already," he purred as he took her mouth in a devastating kiss, forcing his tongue inside. Groaning in eagerness, she returned the favor, inexperience forgotten as she parried and played the tip of her tongue over his. His mouth tasted of fresh crisp mint and the essence of man. She delved deeper for a bigger taste. His moan of approval reverberated down her body, causing her to press against his muscular, bare chest, to feel the vibrations better against breasts and sensitive nipples. In an instant, the demanding lover was back. With an ease that showed his strength, he held himself over her, his thick arms trembling a little with the force of his desire. "Where shall I start, little girl?" he asked. His chocolate eyes ran the length of her naked body. "You expect me to start here?" he asked as he leaned down and quickly nipped at one nipple, laving away the small pleasure-pain with his tongue before she could protest.

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"Or here?" he asked again, running his tongue down the length of her body, stopping to delve into her navel before continuing onward to the beginning of soft curls the shielded her dew-covered lips. "Or here?" He nudged her legs apart and buried his face between her soft trembling thighs. "Oh, I definitely think here," he murmured as he rubbed his face in her feminine curls. "Oh, oh, oh," she wailed at this expected, yet unexpected, assault. She did not anticipate this oral act feeling so exhilarating. Her hand gripped the flexing muscles of his shoulders as he leaned in closer and buried his face in her molten heat. "Try mmm, mmm, mmm," he corrected as he grasped her small clitoris between his teeth in a gentle grip and hummed. "Lucas," she screamed. Her hips arched off of the bed. A tingling sensation in her womanhood burned every thought from her mind. Her body felt as if it were being torn apart by desire, and yet she wanted more. "More?" he asked, his teeth releasing her and his tongue lapping over the distended nubbin of flesh. "Your wish is my command." He cupped her bottom in his warm hard hands and squeezed while anchoring her against his hungry mouth. She threw her head back as a fiery shaft of desire breached her quivering sex. His hands felt so good there, pressing into the sensitive cheeks of her bottom, his strength amazing her as he lowered his head again and began to feast in earnest on the juices her body wept for him. "Luuuuc!" His tongue darted around her nether lips. He laved each one as if they were succulent fruit he had to taste and savor. His facile tongue darted all around, lapping up her essence that flowed like a river from her body. "You taste divine," he murmured before burying his tongue inside of her as if to sample her at the source.

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She squeaked as she felt his tongue laving her, penetrating her, pleasuring her beyond belief. Her legs trembled as shafts of lightning streaked down and caused her toes to point. A rushing sensation filled her lower body and she felt a tingling, itching, burning sensation around her swollen clitoris. Soon the burning spread throughout her woman's mound and she felt her inner walls began to hum. "Lucas, I think I'm…Luc, I…" "Let go," he growled against her, his hot breath bathing her, adding another element of pleasure. She screamed as the vibrating tones of his voice forced her over the edge. Her inner walls gripped and pulsed and sent her flying into a climax she never knew existed. She whimpered as he continued to gently lick at her, keeping her climax alive, never letting her nerves rest even as he lowered her hips to the mattress. "Not enough?" he panted. He suddenly rose above her and thrust two fingers deep inside. "Oh," she screamed as she felt herself being stretched to accommodate his thick fingers. "Yes," he purred as he withdrew his fingers and plunged them in deeper, this time honing in on a spot that made her writhe on the divan, lost in sensations. "You like this?" he asked. He began to thrust and rub his fingers against that hidden erotic spot. "Yes," she moaned as again waves of passion gripped her. Her hips began to thrust in counterpoint to his heavy movements, increasing her pleasure and granting him easier access. Her hands flew above her head as she braced her feet on the divan and spread her legs wider. She prayed that this pleasure would never stop, but then he lowered his other hand to grasp her clitoris. "This is the fullest, most lush woman's seed I have ever seen," he purred as he stroked and pinched her flesh.

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"Lucas?" she whimpered, begging for more, not knowing how this could get any better. Leaning over, he pulled one ripe nipple into his mouth, savoring the feel as her flesh tightened even more. Then he suckled hard, as if he meant to devour her. It was too much. Again she felt that glorious burning sensation as her walls began to clasp and grip his fingers. "Lucas," she shrieked as the pleasure warred within her body. Her mind went blank and her eyes drank in the sight of his glimmering body poised for conquest over her. "Now, penetration," he said as he released her nipple with a popping sound. Kari moaned as her body trembled in its aftermath. Already her body was aching with his masterful possession, yet she still felt incomplete. She hungered for more his fingers. "Yes, Lucas," she breathed as she grasped his shoulders and tried to pull him down to her. She moaned as she felt his flesh, slick with his sweat, shift and dance beneath her fingers. "My way, little one," he said. He eased out of her arms and reached above her for the pillows. "What are you doing?" she asked as he tossed the plump bolsters on the carpeted tent floor. He sat on the edge of the bed and shot her a wicked look. "Having you my way," he answered. "Not before I get a chance to play," she demanded. She rose unsteadily to her knees and ran her fingers over his warm chest. "I have this recurring fantasy about licking a man all over. And not just any man—my man. Are you my man, Lucas?" "I am what you want me to be," he answered as she climbed to the floor between his spread thighs and rested on her knees on top of the pillows. "I want you to be hard and hot and hungry for me." She did not know where this strong demanding streak had come from, but it had always been a fantasy to love a man

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this way. She sighed as his hands sifted through her short hair, caressing and massaging her scalp. "As you desire," he relented, and she bent her head low as her fingers worked at the knot holding his cloth in place. With a wave of his fingers that last barrier disappeared and he groaned as she caressed him with her tongue. Lucas was the most well-built man she had ever seen, not that she had seen many, but she knew he was special. His rock-hard cock was covered in the most delicate, soft skin she had ever felt. From base to tip, her two hands could not cover him completely. She marveled at the sight and sighed as he seemed to reach out to caress her. She laved him as if he were some special treat before popping the thick head into her mouth. She felt his hands tighten in her hair. "Please continue," he muttered. "I am at your disposal," She giggled a little as she ran her tongue over his tip and began to gently suckle. Her hands lightly squeezed and tormented his length. She looked up as he leaned back on his arms and gave himself over to her delicate exploration. Her mouth pulled at him, tasting the slightly salty skin as she dropped one hand to carefully cup his sac. He shuddered and she sucked a little harder. Her other hand began to manipulate his length. "Mmm," she groaned deep in her throat, returning his hum of pleasure as she tried to swallow as much of him as she could. "Enough," he cried. He gripped her by the waist and pulled her up. She blinked as he lifted her to straddle his waist and pressed her shoulders back into the pillows. "What…?" she began, but her mouth closed with a snap as her hips, resting in his lap, were lifted and she found herself impaled on his hard length. "You're not going to fit," she muttered at the almost painful stretching feel of him. She grabbed the sides of his muscular thighs, her shoulders digging into the softness of the pillows as he held her steady. "I am made to fit you," he moaned in return. "Relax."

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And with her gripping his legs, he gently eased himself forward, cursing slightly at her tightness. "Lucas," she gasped. Her position made him feel huge within her, yet she felt excitement too. She could lift her head and actually see him penetrating her. "Feel good?" he asked as he eased forward a bit more, adding another inch to her feminine cave. "Yes," she sighed. Her head whipped back at the sharp stabs of pleasure flowing through her body, centering on their joining. "It'll feel better soon," he promised as he moved, pulling her down as she surged up. "Kari," he moaned as her body encased his full length. Kari said nothing. She felt totally impaled, totally possessed by this skillful genie. He filled her as she had never been filled before. His staff seemed to pulse to the beat of his heart, making her muscles tighten and vibrate around him. Without warning, he bent low, gripped her shoulders, and pulled her to a seated position astride him. "Wrap your legs about my waist," he demanded. Gleefully she complied and cried out in wonder as he slid even deeper inside her. "Why the strange beginning?" she panted, trying to control the feelings zinging through her body. "So that you could see my possession and know I am yours," he replied. His smooth chest brushed against her straining nipples and they both sighed at the sensation. "You are mine," she breathed. She cupped his beautiful face in her hands and pulled his mouth lower for a hot wet kiss. "Then ride me like I belong to you. Take what you want." His words sapped any desire for her to let him lead this dance of love. Leaning back and placing her hands on his rock-hard thighs, she tentatively rotated her hips. Her

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eyes tightly shut at the intense pleasure it caused. She could feel him hot and heavy within her body, and she savored him. His hands gripped her waist and he began a gentle counter motion, driving the pleasure deep within her grasping flesh. "Harder," she moaned as she forced her body into a deeper rhythm. "I hear and obey," he responded, gripping her tighter and beginning a series of short ramming thrusts. The sound of slapping bodies and pleasure-filled moans filled the air around them. Lucas bent low and pulled one bobbing breast into his mouth, nibbling and sucking, increasing her delight. Kari was mindless. She didn't know what to do with her hands. Her only urge was to move faster, harder, quicker, to ease the tightness in her body. She released a keening wail as the pressure built up in her. Everything seemed to be pushing downward on his hard masculine cock thrusting deep within her as if to take possession of her very soul. He released her nipple and she shivered as the warm air swirled around them, like their shared moans, like the smell of sex, like the taste of desire. Suddenly, she arched her body and her head snapped back. "Yes," he panted, his voice rough with command and controlled passion. "Come now, Kari. Come for me now." As if awaiting his command, her body exploded in a flash of gasping, clinging spasms. "Lucas," she screamed. Her inner walls caressed his cock, forcing the pleasure onto his, making him growl loudly as his release tore though him. They collapsed against each other, replete at last, limbs trembling and muscles exhausted. Tremulous in the wake of such a meteoric orgasm, Kari barely heard the front door to the shop open or her sisters’ cheerful voices calling out to her. Lifting her head in dismay, she rose to her feet and found…her room was back to normal.

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Gone were the large airy tent, the carpets and pillows, and the fantastic view of the desert. Also gone was the man who had made it all possible. Still shaking her head at the dissolving of her fantasies, she absently assured her sisters that she was okay and yes, she would go on the next mating night. "Was it a dream?" she asked aloud as she pulled on a robe from the back of her door. She mentally took stock of her body, arms and legs barely able to support her weight, heart pounding, brain fuzzy, mouth filled with the musky taste of male flesh. The space between her thighs felt well-used and tender. If Lucas was a lust-induced fantasy, then she was as ugly as the little bottle that he had popped out of. "Lucas?" she called softly. "Where are you?" She sat on her bed when she didn't get an immediate response to her query. "Lucas?" she called again, this time a bit louder. "I am here, little one," he finally responded from right behind her. She jumped about a foot in the air and quickly twisted to assure herself that her genie was real. "Where did you go?" "Away, in case your sisters decided to invite themselves in." "Are you afraid of them?" she asked, eyes alight with mischief now that she had determined she was not insane and he was really hers for the keeping. "I won't dignify that with a comment," he answered. "But remember, I can be the perfect man for only one woman." "Are you my perfect man?" she teased, easing him back against the pillows of her bed and snuggling into his large, deliciously naked form. "Every night," he answered, and with a wave of his arm, her bed disappeared and was replaced by the pillow-strewn divan. "Every night?" she asked, savoring the feel of his naked flesh as her robe vanished. "Every night. And every day.” "When I'm a shrew?"

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"Every night and every day." "When I'm not feeling well?" "Every night and every day." "When I…" "Did I not say every night?" he finally demanded, sealing his mouth over hers to shut her up. “Did I not say every day?” he added when he pulled back, only to attack her lips again, invading her mouth with his tongue, filling her with the unbelievable flavor of him. "I think I'm gonna like having a genie," she breathed into his mouth, pulling back just enough to make her thoughts known, and to get the last word in, before she returned the kiss with unquenchable passion and a lot of glee.

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Voyeurtese From the moment I met Chase, I knew he was raw, untamed sex. I was taking a break in a park across the street from a construction site when I first saw him. He was carrying a load of small steel pipes across one massive shoulder when he noticed he had drawn an audience of one. He nodded politely and continued on his way, his denim jeans riding low on his small waist. His thin T-shirt was plastered to his damp body as he carried his burden with ease. A long braided tail of deep auburn had trailed out of his hard hat and down his back. He looked like one of those cover models out on a shoot, but he was real–-a real working man. I sat on that bench watching the building go up, and the man who seemed to be such an intricate part of it. I don't know how long I sat there, but as soon as I realized the time, I rose from my perch and started to make my way home. "Excuse me?" his voice called to me, making me freeze in my tracks and turn around. It couldn't be, but it was. The auburn-haired Adonis was strolling towards me, hard hat in hand and a predatory look on his face. "I know this is forward of me, but I find myself extremely attracted to you and I would like to take you to dinner." Again I was shocked. What did he want from me, other than the obvious? "If this is about sex…" I began, but he cut me off. "I hope it will eventually be about sex, but until we come to that point, I just want to get to know you. You held my attention, sitting over here, and I thought you were the most interesting woman to eye me in a long time."

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My face exploded into a blush. He caught me ogling his perfect body. It was bad enough being rude, but when you get caught doing it, that is a new high in embarrassment. "Believe me, I didn't mind, but I thought we could go out tonight and see if this mutual attraction is just physical or something more. Believe me, I was staring just as hard as you were, and I liked what I saw." His candor was refreshing—upfront and honest. That was definitely a new approach in dealing with women and I wanted to see if he was as sincere as he sounded. "Tonight, Ruth's Crispy Steak House, eight-thirty. Don't be late," I declared. "Yes, ma'am," he replied as a grin broke out on his strong masculine face. "I'll be there with bells on." That was our first date, the first of many to follow. Although he denied having any finesse, as he put it, he was a true gentleman. "My twin got all of the culture," he once told me while we were sipping coffee at the end of a meal. "He's a doctor and he's great at it. I got all of the subtlety," he joked. There was never a less subtle man than Chase. "I got all the spitfire and it shows in my hair. He got all of the calmness, and that shows in his. It's black as sin." "And you two are identical twins?" I asked. I had heard of cases like this, but had never met an identical twin before. "We would be mirror images if it wasn't for our hair color. Saved us from getting into a lot of trouble." Again, this was another side of the man, the loving side. He cared deeply for his brother; it showed in his eyes and I could hear it in his voice as he spoke of Chance. After a few weeks of dating, and him making no move sexually towards me, I decided that I had had enough. If he didn't make a move, I would. I had been in his apartment many times to prepare meals for the both of us, but always afterwards, he would see me safely home or sleep on the couch and turn over

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his large bed to me. He was so chivalrous that he was driving me crazy. He even gave me a key, just in case I stopped by and he wasn't in. So without guilt or shame, I used my key to get inside of his place after a long business trip. I missed that man something awful and I was determined to have his body tonight. I had managed to come home a day earlier than expected, so now was the perfect time to surprise him. I crept into his loft apartment as stealthily as a cat burglar, and in a way, I was. I was planning to steal that man's virtue. After hiding my bags in his closet, I undressed and showered the travel fatigue away. I applied lotion to my body, fantasizing about his hands rubbing my skin, and dressed in a sinfully sheer teddy. Lastly, I let my hair down and draped myself across his bed in such an erotic manner that I knew I would get an instant reaction. The only problem was that I was so tired and his bed so comfortable, I fell asleep. It was the feeling of being observed that woke me. Although I was cursing myself for falling asleep on the job, I didn't move a muscle. I wanted to discover what his reaction would be. "You are so damn beautiful," he whispered as he gently ran one rough finger down my cheek. "You are so precious and tired that I can't wake you, my love, although you don't know how much I need you right now." There was a frustrated sigh, and a gentle kiss brushed against my forehead. I could hear the strain in his voice, the need, but this man was too damned honorable to wake me. I almost opened my eyes right there, my body yearned for his touch, but something held me back. I was curious to see what he would do. After his soft footsteps exited the room, I cocked my head to the side and listened. As expected, I heard the shower begin to run, but a muffled curse drowned out the sound of the shower for a moment. "Damn cold water," Chase cried out as he apparently decided to try the best wellknown remedy for sexual frustration. I stifled a giggle. This was getting fun.

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Soon I heard him muttering under his breath and managed to shift into a sleeping position as he stalked past the open door. I caught a quick glimpse of the towel wrapped around his waist, tented out in the front. "Poor honorable baby," I muttered. His cold shower did nothing to take away the need in his body. It was a feeling I knew all too well. Instead of hopping out of bed and going to him to relieve both of our needs, I crept to the door of the bedroom and peered into the hallway to see where he had gone. As I suspected, he headed straight for his weight room. Chase kept a fully equipped exercise room in his apartment and said he did it for stress. I guess he didn't get enough of lifting heavy metal objects at work, but who was I to complain when the result was that magnificently maintained body? I figured that he would go there to let off a little steam until I woke up. As I crept to the door, hoping to catch a glimpse of tanned muscular flesh flexing and moving, I was shocked by what I saw. Chase–-my Chase—stood nude by a bank of windows in the room, looking glum. "I can't even sit down," he muttered to himself as he contemplated his erection. "Well, there's no hope for it," he said. He reached for a bottle of baby oil he kept in the room. My mouth dropped open. Was he going to do what I was thinking he was going to do? He poured a large amount of the slippery oil into the palm of his hand and set the bottle aside. Eyes closed in concentration, he slowly oiled his hands, making sure to thoroughly coat each finger, each crease of skin. Quiet as a church mouse, I watched as he lowered his hands, one to cup his heavy sac and one to gently stroke his turgid flesh. I could feel my heart pounding as I imagined it was me touching him, stroking him, learning his each and every bump and vein. I had to bite down on my lip to stop the groan building up in me. My nipples tightened at the sight of this man giving himself the release he was too unselfish to wake me for. What would he do next?

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Liquid heat pooled low in my stomach and spilled out of my deepest self to dampen the teddy that I still wore. I watched him just hold himself, the ruby crest of his hardness swelling as I watched, the length of him standing straight up and begging for any caresses that would relieve its tension. Yet there he stood, backlit by sunlight streaming through the window, creating a halo of light around him. Do it, I silently urged as I stood there, anticipation making me squirm. I wanted to see this most intimate act and I wanted to see him vulnerable and strong as he eased his own desire. As if he heard my insistence, his hand slowly stroked up, then down. His face tightened and sweat broke out on his forehead. Again, he gave himself that long slow stroke and his shoulders began to tremble. I watched transfixed, and my breathing increased to keep time with the small moaning breaths he took as he slowly worked himself. He groaned a little louder and his head fell back, exposing his strong throat. His hand began to stroke a little faster. His other hand tightened slightly on his sac, no doubt massaging its inner secrets to increase his pleasure. My knees began to tremble at the erotic picture standing before me. I bit back a groan of hunger as I saw him swallow deeply and begin to stroke himself faster, harder. His buttocks clenched and released with each stroke, adding momentum to the stroking of his hand, moving in rhythm. I ran a hand down my aching body, touching both of my painfully hard nipples before touching myself where my excitement at this show dampened my clothing. I bit back another groan as my fingers caused electric heat to shoot through my body. This was madness. I wanted him, I could go to him and put us both out of misery, but there I stood, silently watching, making his pleasure my own. Faster and faster his hand moved, up and down, tightening on the down stroke, loosening slightly on the up stroke. His breath now panted from between clenched teeth as a dark flush traveled up from his chest, around his neck to his face. The one hand cupping his testicles suddenly released and clutched at the window frame.

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My heart beat faster and I let out a low moan as my eyes widened at the sight of this man delirious with pleasure of his own making. Suddenly he gasped out a name, my name, and his whole body went tense. A thick whitish fluid exploded from the purple head of his penis, shooting one large powerful spurt, then three or four weaker streams. With an audible sigh, he straightened and rested his head against the cool glass of the window. He had his release, but I was just really heating up. After a moment of recovery, he retrieved his towel from the floor and mopped up his spill. I stood there watching, until he shocked me again. "I know you’re there." His clear yet shaky voice wafted over me, causing my nerves to tingle and my skin to break out in goose bumps. "You knew?" I asked as I cautiously walked into the room. I had invaded his privacy and now wondered what he would do. "Since the moment you crept into the room and started examining me," he said with a smile in his voice as he finished his cleanup and pitched the towel into a nearby hamper. "Oh," was all that I could say. I had been once again caught in the act of staring at him and his body, but with a body like his, it was perfectly understandable, in my opinion. He rose to his full height and I looked into the savage beauty of his face. He was not angry. In fact, he looked delighted. I had to ask, just to make sure. "Are you angry with me?" "Why should I be?" he countered. "I told you once before if you want refinement, look for someone like my brother. I'm coarse and I'm into raw sex. I want to hear you scream out my name and claw my back. I want you to pant and moan and beg for your pleasure. I want you to need me, and not in a nice and polite way. Do you think you can handle that?" His words, so daring and true, caused me to sway towards him, wanting him even more. I felt like an animal in heat as I watched him take a step closer to me.

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"Can you?" he asked again. "Yes," I whispered. He held out one hand–-one beautiful large hand–-and waited. He stood there in all his naked glory, face still flushed from his release, and waited for me to come to him. Biting back a small moan, I eagerly stepped forward and placed my hand in his. The sheer size of his body was intimidating, but his control, his gentlemanly attitude, reassured me. I watched as his large, rough, warm hand enveloped my own and wondered that he could make me feel so small, so dainty, so needy. With a tug, I was plastered to the front of his body, feeling his hot flesh, his returning erection, and smelling the musky smell of man on his skin. "You are so perfect for me," he murmured as he slid his hands underneath my arms and lifted me to his eye level. His strength was incredible. He didn't even strain as he held me a few inches off the ground and stared into my eyes. "Are you sure?" he asked again, his voice low and gravelly as his desire for me reasserted itself. "Can you give me what I crave?" "Chase," I moaned, reaching out to encircle his neck with my trembling arms. "Can you satisfy my cravings?" "Yes," he answered. His mouth crashed onto mine. His tongue invaded my mouth as his body would soon invade mine. We moaned into each other, sharing our passion, increasing our pleasure. But just as abruptly, he broke the kiss. I gasped in disappointment, but soon found myself lying on his inclined bench. I looked up questioningly at him. Did he want to bless his athletic equipment? What did he want? I quickly got my answer. "Touch yourself for me, baby," he muttered as he knelt at my feet. "What?" I exclaimed, going wide-eyed at his request. "Touch yourself for me. I want to see what turns you on. I want to know how best to satisfy you." I gulped, almost choking on my uncertainly. What he wanted me to do was exciting, but very scary. I mean, I usually don't go around touching myself publicly,

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bringing myself to pleasure for the edification of my lovers. This was something I had never done before–-a piece of me no one has ever possessed. And now he wanted it. "But…I…" I didn't know what to say. "Show me what you like, baby," he whispered as he rose up and leaned in close, brushing his hard chest against my tingling nipples and placing little sipping kisses on my swollen lips. "Give yourself to me in all ways." Before I could move, his fingers trailed down between my thighs, spreading my legs wider and exposing my most sensual self to his exploring fingers. I gasped when, with a flick of his thumb, he unsnapped the fasteners holding the teddy together. I moaned as his fingers lightly brushed through my wetness, then retreated. He grasped my hand and, while parting my lips with his tongue, slid our combined fingers to the heart of me. I jumped at the sensation, at the wetness, but he only deepened the kiss and pressed my fingers firmly against my mound. "Show me," he whispered into my mouth. He slowly withdrew to kneel at my feet and watch, spreading my legs further as he made himself comfortable. Would I do this thing for him? Could I do this for him? I lifted my eyes, hazy with lust, and quickly decided. After all, I had watched him. It was only fair for him to experience what I had enjoyed while watching me. Slowly, with a racing heart and loud rasping breaths, I lowered my hand, my gaze boring into his, as if daring him to look away. With two fingers, I caressed my lower lips, as if ordering him to watch and not interfere. "Slowly," he nearly moaned. "I want to get the motions just right for you." I grinned and spread my legs further apart, offering him a front row seat to an unprecedented act–-the exploration of me. With the pad of one finger, I lightly circled my clitoris, bringing on shivers as the electricity of my action shot through my body, doubled in strength because of his

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observation. I tossed my head back, my hair streaming down my back, as I reveled in the power I had over my body and over him. "I liked to be licked here, just so," I purred, my words causing sweat to break out on his forehead. He moved in closer, examining me and the strokes I used as his hand once again returned to his growing hardness. "You can nibble a bit," I whispered, leaning forward slightly, "but only when I say so." ""Yes, ma'am," he growled, leaning closer to my heat, inhaling my scent. "The whole area wants stimulation, Chase," I spoke softly to him, as if instructing a little boy. "Can you stimulate me?" "Until you beg for mercy," came his serious reply. That sent shivers down my spine and made my toes curl. I prayed I could keep this up when all I wanted was him inside me. "I'll hold you to it," I moaned as I stroked myself a little harder. "You may insert here," I playfully growled as I touched my hot core. I could see his whole body straining now, as if fighting for control and patience as he watched me run my fingers through my wet heat. I noticed that his turgid flesh was now fully erect and its head glowing almost purple. He could not hide how my actions were affecting him. "I especially like fingers, Chase. And you have such lovely large fingers. Long and thick, almost like your…" His mouth muffled my words as it covered mine. I felt the rough caress of his crisp pubic hair and the satin steel of his engorged flesh press against me. "Like this," he whispered softly against my lips as one finger suddenly slipped inside my sopping wet body. "Oh," I cried out as I reared up against his hard thrusting hand. I had been completely open to him and his hips, suddenly lodged between my thighs, prevented me from closing against this extreme pleasure. He added another thick finger to the first and I moaned as ecstasy filled my body.

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I could feel myself rising, cresting over the precipice, heading for a meltdown, but he withdrew and brought me slightly back to earth. "Oh no, not yet," he murmured. His lips traveled down to gently bite at the tendons of my neck. At the same time, he ran the hot head of his sex across my weeping core, making me ache and hunger for more. "I went alone once. This time we go together." Saying that, his hand, still wet with my dew, traveled up slowly across my stomach to grasp the material of my teddy. "You bought this for me?" he asked Nearly breathless, I nodded. The feel of his hot body between my thighs was maddening. With every breath he took, I could feel his hair-roughened flesh brush against my exposed heat. Straddling the bench as I now was, I could deny him nothing. "Then I want it off," he demanded. His hand fisted between my breasts, ripping the thin material of the teddy and freeing my breasts. Taking my hand, moist from my desire, he slowly placed one finger into his hungry mouth, sucking my essence from it. "Delicious," he whispered, and if his other hand had not been supporting my sides, I would have fallen right off of that bench. He was so earthy, so real, and so raw that my senses could barely contain the shock. He took my other hand and placed it around his full hardness. I froze at the feel of the size of him, but curiosity made me run my fingers lightly over his velvet skin, learning him as I knew myself. Then he surprised me again. "Offer them to me, baby," he moaned, burying his face between the heaving masses of over-sensitized flesh my breasts had become. "Offer me a taste." He brought my hand to cup my breast from beneath, raising his smoldering green eyes to mine, almost in challenge. Taking up the dare, I cupped my generous breast in my palm and lifted it to him, offering it up for the torture of his mouth. With a groan, he lowered his head to lick and lap at my nipple. I closed my eyes and tossed back my head at the burning sensation of his rough tongue. My hand

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tightened convulsively around him and he groaned low and deep in his throat. But it wasn't enough. I squirmed against him, trying to force myself closer to his mouth, but he persisted in giving me those teasing little laps. Finally, I grew weary of this game. I fisted my other hand into his dark auburn hair and pulled his head closer, forcing his mouth to take the whole of my nipple. I cried out at the powerful sensation that shot through my body, centering on that abandoned part of me that wept for his attention. "Take what you want, baby," he muttered between rough/soft brushes of his tongue and gentle nips from his teeth. "Put me where you need me the most." By now, my hips were twisting against him, grinding against the leather of the bench. Would I make him satisfy the increasing hunger in my loins, a hunger he himself increased with every burning minute? Hell, yes. With a groaning cry, I buried both hands in his mass of damp hair and forced his head from my breast and straight down into my molten core, not caring that his knees bumped the floor! I just wanted more! "Lick here?" he growled. His hands gripped my waist to hold me tight while his tongue darted out continuously and whipped at my flesh. "Yes?" "Yes," I shouted, feeling my temperature rise and my body shake with overflowing need. "Stimulation here?" he again asked as one of his hands left my waist and his fingers parted to stroke my nether lips, just as I had demonstrated. My answer was a loud cry as he built sensation on top of sensation. "May I nibble you now?" he demanded. His stroking tongue pushed back the protective cowl of my clitoris and lapped at the pink piece of flesh. His hands lifted my legs and placed them over his shoulders, opening me for a penetrating thrust of his tongue into my feminine secrets. "Chase," I cried, my body shuddering quickly into overdrive. I ground my mons against his hungry mouth, desperate for more of his special attention. "Please."

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I felt him gently grasp my burning nub between firm lips and ever so gently, he nibbled at me. "Chase. Please now. Please," I begged. My hands tore at his long hair. "Oh God. Please." I felt him reach under the bench and grasp something. There was an enticing crackle of plastic and then I felt his shoulders shift beneath my thighs as he covered himself with the condom. I again felt my heart clench at his thoughtful protection of me, and it made the ache harder, sharper. "Now then," he cried. His hands again gripped my waist and I slid down the slope of that leather bench to be impaled on his massive cock. I cried out as I felt his thickness fill me slowly, carefully. His gaze bored into mine, looking for the slightest hint of discomfort as he eased himself deeper into my heat. His arms, those large muscular arms, reached back and grasped the upright metal supports of the bench and he pushed in deeper. Without warning, lightning struck and my body was propelled into heights never reached before. "Yes, baby," he growled. "Pull me in deeper." And that was what the clasping of my inner walls did. They pulled him deeper into me–-so deep he touched the back of my pussy, sending near painful pleasure screaming throughout my body. "One apiece so far, baby," he moaned as he lowered his body over mine, folding my legs back towards my shoulders and holding me a prisoner of his passions. "How many more can you give me?" That was the last thing I heard for a while, that and my screams as he gyrated and pumped against me, slowly at first, then faster as I began to tremble and force myself to match his movements. Then he began to rotate and grind his pelvis against the throbbing nubbin that vibrated because of him. Again I exploded, the rapid flutters of my flesh milking him, driving him on.

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Suddenly my legs dropped off his shoulders and his hands were at my waist. I was lifted into a seated position, straddling his hips as he leaned back and began to thrust heavily up into me. "Chase," I cried out again as my hands went around his neck and I pulled his face to my trembling breasts. His hot mouth latched onto my nipple and he suckled as if he wanted to devour me whole. His hands at my waist guided me in my movements, thrusting me faster and faster over him, "Chase," I again cried as he slammed me down onto him. "Say my name again, baby," he moaned against me. "Scream my name when you come." His words were enough to propel me into another mind-blowing release. "Chase." I screamed as my body convulsed over his, demanding he release himself to me. "Oh God," he cried out. I felt all his muscles stiffen as his climax tore through his body. He shuddered once, twice, then melted in a groan as he, too, exploded into paradise, joining me in my wondrous journey. Heavy muscles trembled as he fought to catch his breath and lay me once again on that special leather bench. I would never look at this room the same. "Are you okay?" his low voice rasped in my ear. "Did I hurt you?" "No," I all but purred in my contentment. "And did I satisfy your cravings?" he asked, his green eyes shining down into mine, his face appearing more relaxed than I had seen it in a long time. "Well, almost," I replied smugly, amusement shining in my own eyes. "Well, tell me, baby. What can I do to make you happy?" He shifted his weight until he was supported over me with those thick muscular arms. "Well, remember what happened when I peeked in on you?" I asked, running my hands over the slabs of muscle in his chest and feeling his arms tremble in reaction.

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"Yes," he encouraged before dropping his head to take one peaked nipple into his mouth. "Remember what you were doing?" He lifted his head far enough to look into my eyes and grunted his acknowledgment. "Well, I want to do…that." His face split into a wide grin as he reached beneath the bench again and this time pulled out the infamous bottle of baby oil. He quickly reversed our positions on the bench, pushing me up until I straddled his waist. "Have at it, baby," he grinned up at me. He popped the top on the bottle. "I'm all yours."

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Reversal For Jon "Why did you come here, Jon?" I asked. "Because you are the best," was his simple reply, and I wasn't buying it. I watched as he took a careful sip of his hot chocolate. Dressed in all black from his loose-fitting cotton pants to his colorless silk shirt, Jon exuded remoteness and control, so much a trademark of who he was as much as his black clothes and black eyes. "Tell me the truth. Why are you really here?" I leaned back in my chair and waited for his response. It wasn't long in coming. "I am tired." He sighed and his wide expanse of shoulders seemed to sag inward as he slouched in his chair, a very un-Jon thing to do. He ran one hand through his short black hair and his Australian accent became more pronounced. "I am so very tired, little one. I am tired of looking out after everyone else, tired of making sure they have what they need, tired of being…used." "Jon!" I gasped surprised. He was the absolute best at what he did; there was no greater Master, but now he appeared…burned out. "You just need a vacation!" I soothed. "You need some time to yourself." "That is not what I need, little one, not what I want." "What do you want?" I asked, almost afraid of his answer. "I want you to look after me for a time, little one. Besides myself, there is no greater person out there for the task. Will you do this for me?" I sat there at my kitchen table, shaken. What he asked of me, I had never dreamed possible. Could I help him the way he so obviously needed? Could I look after the dark teacher whose name people spoke with awe and fear? I looked into his eyes, those weary black orbs and decided I had no choice. I refused to give up on a friend, especially when he needed me.

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"On your knees, slave!" I barked as I rose to my feet. "On your knees and thank me for the privilege of taking care of you." Silently he dropped to his knees and bowed his head, his hot chocolate forgotten as he instantly assumed his role. "That's good," I purred as I walked over to him and ran my fingers through his short black hair. "Before this day is over, you will know I care for you from the condition of you body." In gratitude, he rested his head against my stocking-clad leg and sighed in relief. This I allowed for just a moment, before I motioned him to back off. "On your feet, pretty one. Yes, you will be my pretty. This is the name you will answer to. Understand, my pretty?" He nodded, and I ordered him to rise to his feet. "Good. Then let us begin by dressing you in appropriate clothing." He followed behind me, exactly six steps behind and to my left, down a flight of stairs and into my dressing area. "Disrobe," I barked, and watched as he slowly unbuttoned his billowy black shirt. With precise movements, he hung it up on the padded hanger provided. Finally I got a good look at the body so many women raved about. His skin was dark and covered with a light down of jet body hair. His nipples were large and copper colored and just the perfect size for the little adornments I had in mind. I nodded approval of the condition of his upper body before he kicked off his leather loafers and began to unfasten his button-fly pants. Jon hated zippers—I knew this from our many conversations over lunch—and refused to wear them. Again meticulously, he folded his cotton pants and hung them on the hanger provided. He stood there in his black silk boxers and nothing else. I circled his body slowly, assessing him as I would a side of beef in a butcher shop. I reached out a finger and tested the firmness of his skin. Silky soft yet firm to the touch. I was impressed. Not too many men would take care of their bodies like my pretty took care of his.

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"Lose the shorts," I said, and watched as he stepped out of this last barrier and stood naked before me. His lower body was just as impressive as his chest. His slim hips and small waist flowed down into incredibly strong thighs and calves, which perfectly matched the bulging muscles in his arms. His member, even in this flaccid state, was long and thick and completely denuded of hair. This was the first time I had seen a man in this hairless state and found I rather liked the view. Without hair, there was nothing to hide the natural glory of his well-toned, good-sized member. But there was not where the surprises ended. Looking down, my eyes widened in shock as I saw the tiny silver bar that ran through the head of his penis. This, I hadn't expected, and I was frankly curious about his strange adornment, but as well trained as I am, I made no mention of it. Plenty of time for me to later explore his artificial enhancement, but for now, I examined my prize as if he were any other slave, come to my dungeon for proper care and training I stood there and watched his body for a moment. He would be a tough case. Not even a blush showed on his body. He was not embarrassed by my scrutiny. In fact, he seemed quite at home and comfortable in his nakedness. He was still in total control and I had to make him respect me enough for him to give over into my care and keeping. "I want you in white, my pretty. Pure, virginal white." That caught his attention. He raised his startled eyes to me for a moment, a definite breach in protocol, before dropping his head down again. He had never worn white as an adult. He detested the color. "Yes, my pretty, white drawstring pants." Retrieving them from a cabinet, I strolled over to him and stood there in front of him, waiting. "Well, slave? Are you going to thank your Magistra?" Remembering his role and fighting his disgust at my color choice, he dropped to his knees before me and kissed my hand.

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"Oh no, my pretty," I said as I grasped a handful of his silky dark locks and yanked his head backwards. "You will kiss my feet for the privilege." Obediently, he prostrated himself before me and placed a small kiss to the toe of my black stilettos. "That's better," I crooned as I reached down and patted his head. "Obey me and I will take care of you." He looked up at me, hope in his eyes, before he again lowered his head, a perfect slave in every way. He rose to his feet at my signal and I handed him the detestable white garment. Now comes my problem. What does this man need? I could pull out every torture device in my arsenal, and it would not faze him. I stood there watching him as he dressed himself in the hated white pants. His poise was still perfect. Knowing his history as I did, I found Jon, my pretty one, to be my greatest challenge. Jon has been training slaves since he reached the age of eighteen. With his Australian accent and his dark eyes, there was no one more perfect for the job of exuding a dangerous control. His poise was perfect; nothing ever shook him. He had been through slave training himself and made his mistress fall in love with him, so I had to think of something new that would reach him. It wouldn't be an easy task. "Come here, my pretty," I softly called to him and motioned him to follow me out of my dressing room. I needed space for my contemplation. I turned my back to him and walked into my bedroom, knowing he would follow. "Over there, dearest," I called as I took a seat on my plain white bed. There were no decorations in this white room, no frills, nothing to draw the attention away from my given task. In most cases, it was pleasure, pure and simple and vanilla. Most slaves started shaking when they entered this strange and frightening domain, but my pretty just walked right in, as if the starkness of this room didn't bother him at all. "Grab the hook."

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I motioned to a hook suspended from the ceiling at the foot of my bed. It wouldn't make him go up on his toes or anything, but it would make him stretch, exposing all of his vulnerable parts to my gaze. He did this without a quiver, his pants dropping below his navel. I looked down further, and still no reaction from the magnificent piece of work hanging between his legs. I lay back upon my bed in thought. "What do you fear most, my pretty?" I purred. "I fear nothing," was his calm reply. "And what would you do if I were to strip those pants off of your body and paddle your backside?" "I would thank you." Nothing there, even though I thought it best to start with something simple. I had expected this answer. "And if I were to drip hot wax all over that body of yours?" "I would thank you." Nothing there, either. This was getting serious. He might be beyond my help. "And if I stripped those hated white pants from your body and rubbed you down with oil, just like you were a little baby in my care?" His eyes flashed for a moment. I was on the right track now! "I would…thank you." Unknowingly to him, he hesitated a moment before he responded. Excited now, I rose up on my knees and gave him the cold smile that earned me the name, Icebreaker. "And if I tied you in my shower and soaped you up softly." "I would…say…thank you, Lady." "And what if I removed all of the toys you are used to, the paddles, the manacles, the restraints, and told you that I wanted to make love to your body softly, as if I wanted to become part of you?" He said nothing. His grip tightened on the hook, but he said not a word.

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Then I had my answer. He was afraid to let someone take care of him, afraid to be vulnerable! He had never had someone offer him "vanilla sex," or if someone did, it made him uncomfortable. He had spent so much time caring for others, he didn't know how to let go and care for himself! In our profession, there is no room for guilt; we don't know the meaning of the word. So instead of feeling guilty for wanting someone to care for the caregiver, he internalized his problem and it came out as this strange feeling that had brought him to me. "Remove those pants, my pretty. I want to see you." He slowly lowered his hands, showing his first signs of unease, and tugged the drawstring loose. The pants billowed down and gathered around his ankles. "Come to me," I whispered. As if sensing that he had finally bit off more that he could chew, he stepped out of them, took those two steps that brought him in contact with my low mattress. "Lie down!" I commanded, and silently, he complied. "On your back, pretty," I purred, glad to see him being affected. His manhood was still limp, but it looked as if I had grabbed its attention. It began to rise with my perusal. "Now I am going to touch you," I told him. "I am going to take my hands and rub you softly all over with my favorite scent. Then I'm going to kiss every inch of your body from head to foot. I am going to take you into my bathroom and tend to your body, now my body, and you will do nothing but accept it. Do you understand?" Silently he nodded, still looking uncomfortable, but he made no moves beyond that. "No, pretty one. You will answer your Magistra and you will use only the words I want to hear." "Yes, I understand, Magistra. My body now belongs to you." "Very good," I praised. "Now turn over. We have work to do." I felt the mattress shift as he rolled over, grateful, I think, for the opportunity to hide his face. But I would not let him hide anything more from me.

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I purposely leaned over him, letting my hair trail over his body as I kicked my shoes from my feet. He jumped slightly at the sounds of them hitting the floor, and then I reached for the container of baby oil I kept heated beside my bed in a bottle warmer. I knew the comforting smell of the oil would relax him as much as the massage I would deliver. Squeezing the bottle, I let a thin shiny stream of oil trail down his back. He lay perfectly still, but I saw his hand fist lightly in the spread. "You will tell me exactly how this feels, my pretty," I crooned to him. I saw his shoulders relax a little. This he was familiar with, this baring of the soul, but I wanted more than just pat answers a slave learns early on in his training. I would not allow him to answer me by rote. "How does this oil feel running down your spine?" I asked as I straddled his hips, my stockings gently abrading the bare skin along the sides of his tight firm ass. "Warm," he replied, his voice dropping into the unusual calm whisper that was his obedient voice. "Wrong, my pretty," I purred. "You will give me answers in great detail, or I will kick your sweet ass right out of my house." That caught his attention, shook him out of his planned safe little world. His body tensed for a moment as he realized I was serious. The Icebreaker never played games with her slaves. Didn't he know the name came from my ability to break a slave's icy resolve and get him to spill what was really in his heart and soul? "Now try it again, my pretty," I cooed as I ran one finger down the slippery trail left by the oil. "It feels…warm and slick," he began slowly. "It makes my skin…tingle." "And where do you feel it most?" I asked as I let another slick trail of oil slide down his back. "My stomach," he quickly replied as he shuddered. "It makes my back tingle, but I feel it most below my navel."

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"Very good." I rewarded his response by running my hands through the oil and spreading out a light coating of it across the taut muscles of his back. Slowly, I stroked his soft skin, feeling his muscles bunch as he reacted to my stimulation. A few beads of sweat popped up on his shiny skin, and I slowly smoothed them back into his skin. Just as he began to relax into the sensation, to grow used to it, I blew gently across his warm skin. Then I raked my nails across his back, not hard enough to break the skin, but hard enough to grab his attention. Then I leaned over and lapped at the slightly reddened welts I had raised, before applying more oil and soothing him all over again. He buried his face into the spread and sighed. "Are you getting hard?" I asked, just when he thought it was safe to let his guard down. Again his muscles tensed beneath my gently rubbing hands, but he answered me. "Yes, Magistra. I can feel the blood rushing to…fill me and it's making my…scrotum burn." He ended with a faint voice, as if expressing his feelings was difficult for him to do. "Very good," I praised him. I turned my attention back to instructing my pretty one. "Now tell me how this feels." I pulled my shirt out of the way just enough to bare my breasts. I bent low and let my bared skin press against his slippery flesh, delighting in the feel of the oil, made ever warmer by the heat of him, gliding across me. Both of his fists gripped the spread and the tendons in his back stood out in stark relief. Unable to control the sounds of pleasure rippling up from my body, I gave in to my senses and let out a low moan. His skin felt so hot and smooth and distracting, but then I quickly brought my attention back to the situation at hand. My enjoyment would come later. This was for Jon, my pretty, as he needed me.

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"You are…hot, Magistra. Your breasts are so soft and your nipples so hard! It arouses me. I can hardly keep my hips still," he purred. So he was trying to take control of this, I thought. Another protective barrier. He seemed to have many. "Then don't keep them still." I bent low and breathed into his ear. "Give me a nice ride, slave. And you had better do it right, or I walk." I felt sorry for him in that moment. I knew he didn't expect me to counter in that way. But to have someone observe him during the act was nothing to him. But having to pleasure himself or act in any sexual manner alone, well, that was something all too new for him. He came to me for help, and I was going to provide it. And I wasn't whistling Dixie, either. "Yes, Magistra." His reply was faint, but I heard him clearly. Slowly, I felt him rise up slightly off the bed and his hips made a small circle. We both gasped at the feel of his tight ass flexing and rolling beneath me. I tightened my thighs around him and urged him to move again, "Very good, my pretty," I purred. "Now do it again, and tell me how it makes you feel." "It makes me feel…nervous." He panted lightly as he moved his hips against the cool sheets of the mattress and the warm skin of my thighs. That was a big admission for him. It was time to delve deeper. "Why?" I asked as I released him and rolled to the side of the bed. "Tell me why it makes you uncomfortable." "I…am…giving too much away!" he finally got out in a rush. I sat back and watched as his hips thrust faster, harder against the sheets, as if he were taking his frustrations out on the hapless material. Sweat now beaded up with the oil on his back causing each muscle to stand out, causing him to glisten. "Roll over," I said as I moved to give him space to rotate. He paused, as if he were afraid I would see him in a vulnerable state, but then, just as any good slave, he complied.

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With his head turned away from me, he positioned himself on his back, his member now standing upright, but not quite totally full. The glistening silver bar that pierced his purple head stood out and drew attention to the rich color and large size of him. It made his cock…pretty. Grabbing the bottle of oil, I squirted a generous amount in a hot liquid trail leading from the center of his chest to his navel. I watched as it slowly dripped lower to pool at the base of his still growing cock. "Look at me," I commanded as I let one finger follow the flow of the oil from nipple to groin. "I want you to see the pleasure I get from touching you, from seeing you become aroused and ready for me." His whole body shuddered, and then he jerked his eyes to mine, as if he dared me to search through the uncertainty and pain I saw there. As if he dared me to find the real him buried in his self-discipline and steely control. "You like this," I said plainly. It was there too, in his eyes—his enjoyment of this act— yet he almost refused to acknowledge it. "Answer me," I urged as I let a second finger follow the treasure trail and joined the first in tormenting the base of him. "Yes!" The words were torn from his throat, then, as if he was ashamed to admit his own enjoyment, his eyes began to go blank. It was an old slave trick, to blot out what you couldn't deal with, yet still be aware of your surroundings on some plane. It was a trick I knew well; he taught it to me, and was one I could not let him get away with. "See me, my pretty!" I ordered as I reached below and palmed his testicles. That shook him out of his self-induced trance. His eyes widened with what appeared to be fear, and then he managed to control his emotions again. "You will not phase out. Repeat!" I demanded. "I will not phase out," he echoed, his voice a little strained as I tightened my hold on his soft warm sac. "I will give my all to my Magistra! Say it!"

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"I will give my all to my Magistra." "Very good," I purred. Then instead of releasing him, I used my free hand to palm his swollen member. His whole body shook as I gently massaged just the base, urging his blood to fill the remaining space in his magnificence, toying with him and his pleasure. I saw his eyes start to close, as if having someone minister to him was too much, then snap back into place as he realized he was giving in to his need. Getting a little annoyed with his control, I released him and ran my fingers through the oil on his chest. "We have time, my pretty one." I massaged the oil into his skin until his whole chest gleamed. Then with an impersonal touch, I drizzled more oil directly onto his erect manhood. He jumped as the warm oil slowly coated him, making the silver of his ring shine even more and bringing sensual awareness to his pleasure center. "How shall I work you, pretty?" I asked, looking down at his face, now twisted with the pleasure he sought to deny himself. "Magistra?" he gasped as if he didn't know how to respond. "Slow or fast?" I asked. "Hard or soft? Both?" He just looked up at me as if it never occurred to him to want this pleasure solely for himself. "Answer me, pretty. Which one do you prefer?" "I…do…not know!" he stuttered as he eyes widened at the thought. "Do you not self pleasure, slave?" I asked, finding still another way to break his ice. "No," he answered. "I must stay…" "In control." I finished his statement for him. "You must stay in control, but guess what, slave? You are no longer in control." I gripped his tumescence with both fists, leaving only the tip and the little pierced area free. Gently I rhythmically tightened and released my fingers and felt his body stiffen up against me.

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"Tell me what you want!" I demanded. "Do you like this?" "Yes," he groaned low. "And this?" I asked, removing one hand and letting my fist gently pump up and down his butter-soft skin. He didn't answer. He didn't need to! His whole body shuddered and twitched. His hips, against his control, began to rise and fall, to demand more of this pleasure his mind sought to deny. His head pressed deeper into the mattress and his hands fisted into the spread. His eyes snapped shut and his mouth opened to release his panting breaths. His was fighting for control and losing the battle. "Do you like this?" I asked as I let the fingers of my free hand gently grasp, then twist his metal adornment. "Oh!" he groaned, and I saw a drop of clear liquid bubble up on his tip. He was losing the battle for control. Again I twisted the tip of the bar, noticing how warm it had become, and gently pulled it. His body almost came up off the bed, so high did his back arch. He threw his hands above his head as his hips arched towards me, pumping faster. Delighted with my new toy, I rotated the bar and twisted it in rhythm with my stroking hand. "Magistra…" he growled, his voice breaking and rough. "Let go!" I demanded, and his head snapped back as waves of pleasure rushed through his body. "I…I…" "Let go!" I demanded, pumping a little faster. "I can't, I…" "Damn it!" I screamed, my excitement building with his. "Let go!"

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Impatient with his control for dominance, I lowered my head and took just the tip of him into my hot mouth. I applied a hard suction while my tongue toyed with his bar, and I felt his whole body begin to tremble. Lifting my head, I watched amazed as his face turned a bright shade of red. His nostrils flared as he tried to pull oxygen into his lungs and his teeth clenched as if he were in extreme pain. It was a look that heralded an explosive relief! He whimpered once, twice, then groaned as his whole body tightened up. I felt his manhood swell to amazing lengths and the head of his penis turn dark purple. Then with his next breath, he let go. I sighed with combined arousal and satisfaction as I saw his hot stream shoot across his chest, and his body gave in with little climatic shivers of ecstasy while his cock pumped several more spurts of his juice across his body. He sighed deeply as his spasms eased, his whole body settled against the white spread, and his head drooped to the side. "Very good, my pretty," I soothed as I reached up and stroked his sweat-dampened face. He turned his lips and placed a light kiss against my palm—a thank you for the release, but I wasn't quite done with him yet. "But you can do better." His eyes popped open at that. I am sure he felt completely relaxed and extra sensitive, but he still had lessons to learn. "On your feet!" I said as I moved off the bed. I watched as he slowly orientated himself, looking surprised, as if he had to force his knees to support him, then motioned him to yet another door. "Into my bathroom, pretty one. We still have work to do." Knowing he would follow, I led the way into the large bathroom. Whereas the bedroom was done in all white, this room was done in the rich shades of hunter green, black, and ivory. I had a special shower installed on one side and a sunken tub on the other. There was a closed stall for the toilet and bidet. I loved my comforts and would not do without them, and it showed. "Undress me, pretty," I commanded.

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But when he reached for the loose ties of my wrap blouse, I stopped him. "With your teeth." That would give him a measure of comfort, something familiar to do. He was well versed in the dressing and undressing of women, having learned this method first off in slave training. By letting him do this familiar task, I was giving him back a measure of confidence. I knew he was now at a major disadvantage with me figuring out his secrets, and I didn't want to break him. Just teach him to appreciate the wonderful things his body could do…for him. As expected, the blouse strings were easily untied as he dropped to his knees before me. The loose material slid off my shoulders when I gave them a little shake. The stockings were easy too. I really didn't like garter belts, so I wore the thigh-high type. In mere moments, he was easing first the left, then the right from my body, pausing to drop little kisses at my ankles and toes. My panties were easy too. Even though I preferred the French-cut variety to the thong, I made an exception in his case. I had been expecting him to come over and hoped he would want to indulge in a little casual sex. I had no idea I was going to be taking him on in a Master role, but I was pleased about how things were turning out so far. As he eased my panties from my body, he nuzzled the apex of my thighs for a moment, taking in the scent of my arousal, I knew. And his body had aroused me from the moment he disrobed in front of me. Watching him take his pleasure, and knowing that I was the one who had caused him to release his control, made me soft, swollen and definitely wet. I held back a grin as I saw his eyes reach mine. I knew he now thought I was going to demand he pleasure me, but more surprises were in store for him. I was after my pleasure, all right. I wasn't into self-gratification, after all. But I would get mine when I had made him scream his pleasure and demand more.

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"The shower," I purred. "Go in and wait for me." He rose to his feet and padded lightly to the shower. This was something else he was confident in, or so he thought. But he paused as he walked into the stall. I'd bet he had never seen one of these before! There were a series of four circular openings on the far wall of the stall. I watched as he looked up and down for the showerhead, but there was nothing visible. Above the wall of disks, there hung another hook. Just as the last one, this one would not make the slave go up on his toes, but it would make him elongate his body and expose sensitive spots. "Turn to face me and grab it, my pretty." Silently, he did as I bid, a confused look on his face. "Let me explain about my shower," I said as I stepped in and closed the stall door. "It is a pleasurable thing I enjoy very much. There is no showerhead here and I have the temperature set to the desired heat. Hold your breath, my dear. It is quite a shock the first time." His eyes widened as I flipped a switch and the four circles behind him came to life, shooting out a warm massaging spray against his back. He jerked forward as he felt the four sprays massaging four different parts of his back at one time, but then he took a breath as the novelty of it eased. The gentle sprays of water pressed and heated muscles tired from his earlier release, soothing him like no other shower could. "You like?" I asked, my voice echoing in the small room. "Yes," he all but sighed as I watched his body relax in the soothing water. Saying nothing, I grabbed a sponge from a nearby hook and lathered it up well with a light, musky soap. "Don't move," I warned him as I flipped another switch and the massage spray began to vibrate. His eyes widened a bit, but he otherwise held still. "Now I am going to wash you, as promised, my pretty. I want you squeaky clean for what I have in mind."

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I went to work, starting with his shoulders. I leaned in close so that my hard nipples brushed against his wet chest and my sponge sensuously glided across his skin, washing away oil and sweat. He shifted a bit, the feel of my wet hard nipples causing a small stir in his rod, but he stood fast. I lightly ran the sponge with its white froth of soap down to his stomach and teased his navel. He drew in a deep breath, emphasizing the muscles of his stomach, but other than that, he held completely still. Ever so lightly, I ran the sponge again up his chest and into the sensitive hollow below his shoulder. Not many people know it, but that area is rich in erogenous nerve endings and can be used to bring about intense desire. Gently and softly I stroked this area, then trailing across to his other arm, repeated the caress. He shuddered at the unexpected jolt of electricity, but he tightened his grip on the hook and that was about it. I had noticed when his cock began to stir to life once more, slowly filling out and rearing up as if trying to touch his stomach, the veins becoming more prominent as the head began to change color slightly. I chuckled at this, but went on with his body wash. I dropped to my knees before him and reached for his leg. Lightly soaping first one, then the other, I pressed and massaged every sensitive point I could find, making him shift his weight from leg to leg, making his skin sensitive and alive. I leaned in close, looking up at him from beneath my lashes as I got a grip on his cock and gently ran my sponge over the tip. He sucked in a deep breath and jumped a bit. The water at his back was beginning to make his skin tingle and grow warm while my light teasing touches on his front was bringing him again to full arousal. Ignoring his quickened breathing, I ran my hand up his thighs, parting them, then ran my sponge teasingly around his sac. A light whimper escaped his lips, but he

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fought the sound down. The water had to be affecting his arousal and the light brushes were driving him mad. Slowly, I rose to my feet, rubbing my soft body against his hard one, letting my tongue trail across his chest to nip at his shoulder. The fact that I had to rise up on my toes and lean against his throbbing body was an enjoyable plus for both of us. "Do you like this?" I asked as I gently nipped the lobe of his ear and fluttered my fingers over his wet soapy body. "Yes, Magistra," he breathed. His body shuddered. "Would you like me to rinse you off?" I asked as I ran my mouth down his neck, breathing on his damp skin. "If it pleases you," he replied, his eyes closing in enjoyment of my light touches. "Very well," I said, and then, catching him completely off guard, I grabbed his arm and quickly twisted him to face the wall of water. He drew in a quick harsh breath as the maddening water hit different spots on his chest and one dangerously close to his arousal. "There, there, dear," I crooned as I again picked up my sponge. "I can't leave you unfinished. You never knew the hook could turn, pretty, but how else could I rinse you properly?" He said nothing, as I expected, and I began to work on his back. With soft calming strokes, so different for the vibrating water, I cleaned his back and moved down to his firm ass. "You have a lovely bottom," I commented. I separated his cheeks and cleansed each one individually. "You must work hard to maintain this body." "Yes, Magistra." Again his voice was faint, and I knew he braced himself for the next torture. He realized this would be no ordinary shower and that I was still in control. I dropped down and stroked each powerful calf, making him jump and moan as I hit the sensitive area behind his knees and ankles. His whole body began to tighten up again and I chuckled softly, the sound filling the shower stall with promise.

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"The soap should start working soon," I commented as I rose to my feet. "The soap?" he asked in a choked voice. By now he should be feeling the tingling on his skin. This tingling would continue to grow until his whole skin became warm to the touch and very sensitive. I knew then that any gentle touch would bring an almost painful desire to him, forcing him to participate in what I wanted next. "Yes, my pretty. I like this soap. I order it special. Ever hear of Motion Lotion, the stuff that heats up to the touch? Well, you can call this stuff Hot Foam. In a few seconds, you are going to be so sensitive that this water will make you want to blow off right here. But you won't, slave. You will hold on until I give you leave to, uh, satisfy yourself. Understand?" "Yes, Magistra," he gritted out, no doubt calling me all kinds of four-letter words in his mind. "Good." With a flip of the switch, I shut off the water and spun him to face me again. And oh boy, was he aroused! His manhood rose up thick and throbbing. I could even see each vein pulse as he shuddered with this new sensation. His hands were clenched tight around the hook, his breath heaving, and there was a look of fire in his eyes as they examined my body from head to foot. Like him, I had this special soap on my skin, but unlike him, I only had been touched with a little. His chest heaved as he stared at my hot swollen breasts and diamond-tight nipples. "Time to leave," I whispered. I led him from the shower, dripping wet, back into the bedroom. At this point, the toweling would be too much for him, and I wanted him at his peak for what I next had in mind. "What do you want?" I asked him as we stood beside that white bed. "Whatever you want, Magistra." he nearly growled as the gentle air circulating around the room tortured his sensitive skin.

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"I want to know," I purred, "what you want." I walked over to him and lightly ran my nails down his chest. He flinched, then moaned at the contact, but just stared at me with those hot eyes. "No answer?" I questioned. My hands slipped lower to cup his hot cock, purring at the feel of his piercing and pulling him with my hand. I dropped one finger to trail back and caress his full churning nuts, grinning as he whimpered in pleasure His eyes snapped shut and his hips began to thrust towards me, but I pulled back. "Answer me!" I demanded. "I want…I want…" His throat worked as he fought against his control, to admit what he really wanted. "Do you want these breasts, these nipples?" I asked, cupping my engorged breasts in my hands and offering them up to him. He swallowed hard as if his mouth was watering and his eyes devoured my aroused flesh. "Maybe you want these legs wrapped around you?" I purred, releasing myself and bending low to run my hands provocatively over my legs. I lifted one slightly as if showing him what he wanted as I rose and tossed my hair over my back. "Maybe you want what's between them?" I asked, taking a step closer to him, sinfully licking my lips, leaving behind a glistening trail his eyes followed. "Tell me." "I want you on you back, Magistra, with your legs spread and my face buried between them," he growled, looking shocked and liberated at the same time. "Very good," I encouraged, walking past him and climbing up on the bed, looking over my shoulder at him and moving in languid slow motion. "What else?" "I want to suck on your hard nipples until they pop. I want drown in your taste," he growled, the words coming easier to him, as if they felt right on his tongue. "Mmm," I purred. "What else?" "I want you on your knees before me, so that I can grip your hips and slam you back into me as I thrust forward inside you, deeper than anyone has ever gone before."

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He unconsciously took a step forward, his hands fisted, his body tense. "Why?" I asked. That stopped him. "Why?" I again asked. "Because you wish it," he cried out, those protective barriers struggling to snap back into place. "Wrong answer," I scolded. I lay on my back and lifted my hands above my head, blatantly forcing my breasts higher to tease him. "Because I want to!" he cried. "I can see that, my pretty one," I said as I parted my legs a bit, tempting him with glances of my full swollen lips. I knew my clit was throbbing, peeking out of its delicate hood, tempting him with its soft pink color and the scent of a promised release. "Because…I like it!" he howled. "Because I love how I feel enclosed inside a woman. Because I love the taste of a woman, like spring rain and hot sex. Because I love to hear a woman scream out her release. Because, damn it, I deserve it!" He blinked as these words slipped past his mouth. He had admitted he needed and deserved some pleasure of his own. "Because I deserve to be happy." Again he spoke as if suddenly hit with some great revelation, and he had. "I deserve to be taken care of once in a while. I want some woman to worry about my pleasure for a change." Bingo! "Come here, pretty one," I said, eyes shining with pleasure now that he was on the road to discovering how to care for Jon the Man and not just Jon the Master. Looking almost shyly at me, he asked something that I never thought I would hear coming from him. "Will you take care of me?" "That is what a good Master does, my pretty," I purred as I spread my legs wide in invitation. "Come here!"

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In a moment, he was on me, pushing my legs further apart and dropping his head between my splayed thighs. "Yes!" I cried out as his rough tongue laved at my swollen lips, tasting me and bringing me to an almost painful pleasure. Again his skill came through as his tongue wrapped around my swollen clit, easing back the hood to reach the sensitive pearl, and tugged. "Oh!" I cried. My hands buried themselves in his dark damp hair and pulled him closer to me. He growled at the sensation and my hands dropped to his shoulders, rubbing his sensitized skin. Slipping lower, he thrust his tongue inside my gripping, milking walls, lapping at the moisture seeping out and finding hidden points of pleasure within me. I tossed my head back, my thighs tightening around his head, holding him in place, as I let wave after wave of ecstasy flood my being. I cried out as he thrust one finger deep inside of me, finding my hidden spot of pleasure/pain and rubbing it with one, then two fingers. As I felt the wave cresting, I head his voice rasping at me. "May I have a breast, Magistra? They are so pretty and I find myself wanting to taste one. It would bring me great satisfaction." How could I refuse such a lovely request? His hot mouth latched onto me and pulled as if he were drawing the very life from me. His fingers continued to thrust deep inside as he began to growl deep in his chest. This extra vibration caused me to shudder and my back to arch. I clutched at his shoulders, shuddering at the heat rolling off him, and groaning for more. With a smile in my direction, he dropped his head and sucked at my pulsing throbbing clit with his mouth again. Then he continued those low humming vibrating sounds. I screamed and his growling increased, sending vibrations through my body. My muscles sized and suddenly my world went white, all my concentration centering on

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that place where he so skillfully rooted between my spread thighs. My pussy throbbed with his attentions, my juices now soaking my thighs and the sheets beneath me as he completed his assigned task driving me to a release that shot a whirling vortex of delight bursting within. My legs stiffened and my toes pointed as nerve endings shouted their joy and my body writhed beneath him, bucking him almost off the bed as my inner walls clenched around his thrusting fingers. "Oh, yes," I sighed as the onslaught eased and I felt my body relaxing once more. "May I thrust deep inside of you, Magistra?" I opened my eyes to see him looming above me. With a small sly smile, I ran my hand down his damp and heaving chest, past his quivering stomach, to grasp his bursting cock. He closed his eyes with a groan as I gently toyed with his hardness, running my finger over and around his piercing. The small rounded knobs of the bar gave off such an intense heat I felt it must have been burning him! But he only groaned as I manipulated his adornment, pressing deeper into my hand. I had done a lot of things over the years, but I had never had a pierced cock thrust inside of me. I was curious as to what it would feel like. "Yes, my pretty," I breathed out as I gave his bar a little twist. "But do it slowly." A smoldering heat filled his eyes as he gently turned me onto my stomach. I arched into his hands. He lovingly stroked my sensitive back with hands of a Master, and pressed against hidden nerves. I moaned and gripped the spread with both hands. I felt him run his fingers over my bottom, caressing my roundness, enjoying the feel of my soft skin. With firm but gentle fingers, he gripped my waist and pulled me to my knees. Placing one hand below me, pressing against my stomach, he pushed the head of his cock to my drenched opening, causing the banked force of my desire to shoot out of control once more. Carefully, almost teasingly, he pressed a bit inside me, stretching my opening with the large head of his swollen cock. I could picture it in my mind, deep red, almost

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purple and radiating heat. He would soon fill me with that fire and I moaned, pressing back into him, demanding to be filled now! Understanding my urgency, he pushed deeper within me and I felt the knobs of his bar at the tight ring of flesh that guarded my opening. I gasped and pressed deeper onto him, anticipation making me want to scream. His hand pressed against my trembling stomach, steadied me and I felt his muscles tighten as he prepared to fill me to the max. First, I felt the heat! There were two searing dots of fire easing inside me, leaving a trail of heat as they pushed deeper. I felt my walls grip around his head, the metal, and his rippled shaft as he pressed even deeper within. "Oh shit!" I heard him groan as my heat met the challenge of his personal jewelry, increasing its temperature, nearly scalding him with my liquid essence. The hand supporting me began to tremble but he pressed deeper, molding himself to me from the outside. I let out a shocked cry of pleasure as my walls tightened around the unforgiving scalding metal and his thick heated skin. There was nothing on earth that compared to this loving; this was special. I thought I had never felt such pleasure, but then he began to move. I cried out in shock as the smooth round knobs on the ends of his bar set up an unyielding friction inside me. Those two points of fire danced and swirled around within me as the result of the gyrating grinding motion of his hips. I slammed myself back onto him, wanting more. His free hand reached around to tug gently at my nipples. This gentle handling was so different from the frantic pounding of his hips and caused me to feel an almost tender passion, if it wasn't for that blasted soap! My nipples were on fire and his every touch increased my agony. I whimpered and lowered my upper body, demanding more of his powerful thrusts, and he happily complied, his hand leaving my nipples to search out my demanding clit with hard questing fingers.

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I stiffened as the sensations below my waist burned out of control, shooting streaks of lightning throughout my body, making me scream my pleasure! "Jon!" I screamed his name as my inner muscles began to pulse and clench around him, driving me mad as they hit upon that unyielding bar of hot metal, making my spasms tighten yet again. I felt him groan as he gave me one, two, three sharp twists with his hips, then exploded, drenching my most inner self with his fluids. With a groan, he eased me to my side and gave in to the languor of his body. Both of our breaths heaved loudly in the room as he tried to recover. "Magistra?" he asked, his breath panting in my ear as he forced himself to sit up a little but still maintain the intimate connection between us. "Yes, pretty," I replied, most dizzy, yet satisfied from our activities. "How do you get this damn soap to stop? My back is on fire and it won't cool off!" I let out a hearty guffaw! My breasts were still tingling, but it had to be worse for him. After all, I had soaped his whole body. "See that oil, over there?" I asked, pointing to the bottle, resting in its special container. "The bottle of hot oil, Magistra?" he asked, a tremor entering his voice. "Yeah, that's the one," I laughed. I felt him stiffen as he guessed what I was going to say. "You take that bottle of oil and spread out a thin coating over the affected area." "Hot oil, Magistra?" he gulped. "Very hot, slave," I replied. "And I know just how much you love my hot oil massages!" My laughter drowned out his exaggerated groan. I know Jon has a way to go with expressing his emotions, but at least we made a start. And maybe one day, he will walk over to me and say, "I want you." And not hide behind the roles we have assigned ourselves in life. Until that day though, he will be my pretty, and I will be the Magistra.

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