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I wake up in the middle of an orgasm. There was no dream, no preamble, no lead-in of any kind. I was asleep. Then I was aware that it was light, my eyes were opening, and I was cumming. Hard.

I look around and see a lump under the covers around my midsection. Given the developments in my life over the past three months, I can hardly feign shock and surprise, but it’s still a startling experience. I grunt and spasm in my half-wakeful state, feeling the cum rush out of me and into a warm wet place that feels like a throat. I feel a tongue on my shaft and hear a muffled moan before my cock starts to pull back from where it was and then I feel a breath on my pelvis.

“I thought you had to catch a plane?” I ask the lump. “Did you miss your flight?”
I hear loud swallowing sounds and a small cough and sniff. “No, Master.”

I lift the blankets up and see Alexandra smiling back at me.

“Oh! Hi, Alexandra.”

“Good morning, Master.”

I tilt my head. “Did Charlotte call you?”

“Mistress asked me to wake you up this way. She said she was leaving town and didn’t want your needs to go unattended.”

“She’s always thoughtful, that one. How have you been?”

“I’ve been well, Master. Anxiously awaiting your service.”

There is not a hint of scolding in her tone, but I realize it’s been weeks since the pool party and I haven’t thought of her at all.

“I guess I haven’t been a very good master, have I?” I ask.

Her eyes go wide and she shakes her head in negation. “No, no! Don’t say that, sir! I live to serve, however often my services are needed!”

“Services.” I look at her thoughtfully. “What other services do you provide, exactly?”

“I can do anything master requires of me.”

“What sorts of things would you like to do on a day like today?”

“What do you require of this day?”

I think for a moment. “Well, I’m gonna go for a swim, then shower. Breakfast would be good. Then I’ll write for the morning, have some lunch, and then... I dunno. I’ll do something in the afternoon. Maybe... you?”

Alexandra smiles. “I could assist you with all of those things.”
“Oh, really?” I ask. “What would I need to do to have that happen?”

“Master need only ask, of course,” she says.

“You’re like a magic genie that grants unlimited wishes.”

She smiles, pleased.

“Alright, Alex,” I say. “Will you spend the day with me and show me how you can attend me?”

“Yes, Master,” she says, beaming. “How would you like me to dress?”

I blink. “As little as possible, I suppose.”

She nods. “Very well.”

I head down to the pool to swim a few laps. Alex is in the kitchen making breakfast as I walk past, her pert little ass on display since she’s wearing nothing but an apron to protect herself from splashing oil as she works at the stove. She smiles at me when I pass, and her breasts hang out both sides nearly to the nipples as she turns back to her work. Fuck, that’s a sexy way to be clothed.

I swim laps, more lazily than pointedly, and she is standing at at the side of the pool with a towel when I climb out, butt naked with her lovely ta-ta’s swinging free. She proceeds me up to the shower, and when I arrive, the bathroom is steamy with hot water flowing.

“Would you like me to wash you?” she asks, holding the shower door open for me to step inside.

“Yes,” I say, surprised. “I think I would like that very much.”

Alexandra nods demurely and steps in after me.

I adjust the water temperature slightly and step fully under, letting the water rinse away the pool chemicals. There are three shower heads, one on each wall, so the coverage is generous. We have what Charlotte calls a blowjob bench, a small wooden bench against one wall where the soaps and shampoos rest. Alexandra gets my shampoo bottle and drizzles some onto her hands. I watch her move, see the water running down her body in rivulets that trace every line and curve. I sit on the bench so that she can more easily reach my head, and she steps in front of me, her breasts right at my eye level. I can’t help but stare, and realize that I’m free to do so, and free to do more if I desire.

“May I touch you, Alexandra?” I ask.

“I would be very pleased if you wanted to make use of my body,” she says, “especially while I am otherwise occupied.”

I reach both hands up and start to play with her tits, hefting them to feel their weight and enjoying their bounce and give as she shampoos my hair. I squeeze them and wiggle my fingers all around, watching her smile as she runs her fingers along my scalp from front to back, before giving in to my real desire. I lean forward and bury my face between her boobs, pushing them together around my face and feeling her hot, slick skin on my cheeks and nose. I heave a sigh of satisfaction and she giggles, taking down a shower wand to rinse my hair while being careful not to get soap in my eyes.

Inevitably my mouth finds one of her nipples and I latch onto it in the hot water, and she breathes in sharply, cradling my head in her arms as I lick and suck. My cock is as hard as can be and I love the feel of her nipple in my mouth.

I stand and she looks up at me, pulling her hair back behind her head now that’s it’s soaking wet.

“How would you like me to wash you, master?” she asks.

I had been about to tell her to kneel down, but this idea sounds very enticing and it seizes my fancy.

“Soap up your hands and rub me down,” I say.

Alexandra takes a bar of soap and lathers her hands before reaching up to start with my neck and shoulders. She scrubs behind my ears with delicate motions, around the nape of my neck and down to my collarbone. She gets the tops of my shoulders and works her way carefully down each arm, picking up a brush to get my fingernails and washing between each finger. I watch her with fascination. Despite how non-sexual and thorough she’s being, I find it to be very sensual precisely because of how attentive and thorough her efforts are. Her task is to make my body clean, and she approaches it with the same singleminded intent with which she wet my cock the night we met, before titfucking me. Her intention wasn’t to give me a blowjob that night, so she didn’t. She truly used her mouth to carefully, thoroughly wet me down. There is no coyness to her movements, no teasing. When my cock brushes her as she washes me, the contact is incidental and not intentional. My cock actually softens somewhat and I relax, realizing there’s no cause to perform or maintain the erection by jerking it myself. If I asked her to suck my cock until I came, she would, and then she’d go right back to this task.

My back is soaped, washed, and rinsed, then my chest and stomach. She kneels in front of me at last, about to do my genitals, when I speak up.

“Do those last,” I say, and she simply nods.

She motions for me to sit on the bench and I comply. My foot is gently raised and she washes it, not neglecting the toenails with the brush even though I’m somewhat ticklish, and cleaning between each toe with her fingers. My ankles and calves are rubbed with soap and massaged, and when she reaches my knees my erection comes back full force, pointing straight at her face. I see her eye it and bite her lip as she gently washes up my thighs, and it sends a thrill of arousal through me. She may consider herself a servant, but she has desires after all.

I stand when she gets to my buttocks, since she can hardly reach it while I sit upon it, and she stays kneeling down in front of me, reaching her hands around to my ass. My cock is perilously close to her mouth as she slides her soapy fingers into the crack, first from the back and then by reaching under my balls. I’m tempted to nudge my hips forward and see if she’ll catch it in her mouth, but I forebear. This tease that isn’t a tease is hot, and my complete control over the situation eliminates all uncertainty and doubt as to the outcome.

Alexandra now washes my pelvis, and at last the only part of my whole body that she hasn’t touched is my package. She soaps her hands up especially for this and gently, ever so gently, cleans my scrotum. She works my balls around, touching every millimeter of skin, stretching the scrotum and working it softly almost like bread dough. I can’t believe how gentle she is and I watch the concentration on her face with something approaching affection growing inside me. She soaps my cock without stroking it or squeezing it in a sexual way, carefully washing it without ulterior motive. When the last of the suds and bubbles wash away, she remains on her knees in front of me, her hands folded in her lap, looking up at me peacefully as the water rains down on her.

“Alexandra, you did a fantastic job,” I say.

“Thank you, sir.”

“Would you like a reward?”

Her eyelids flutter, the first crack in her facade. “Yes, sir.”

I nod. “You may suck my cock, then.”

She nods and kneels up, extending her hands to my balls and my shaft and beginning to touch them in a way that is plenty sexual.

“Would master like to cum in my mouth or my throat?” she asks before she puts her mouth on me. “Or perhaps master would like to cum on my face, or my tits?”

“Master would like any of those things, Alex,” I say. “Why don’t you get started and we’ll see where things go?”

“Yes, sir,” she says, and sticks out her incredibly long tongue to lick my shaft.

Alexandra licks her way up and then takes it into her mouth, wrapping her tongue halfway around the head of my cock and sliding it back and forth before closing her lips and sucking. She bobs her head forward, sticking her tongue out and swiping at my balls from quite a distance away.

“Oh fuck,” I say, eyes wide, watching.

She slides down further, casually slipping me in and out of her throat, and using her extra long tongue to lick my balls at the same time. She takes me all the way, her lips at the absolute base of my cock, and then sticks her tongue out and licks my entire nutsack from back to front. She’s showing off, and I am the perfect audience, gasping, oohing and aahing at all the right moments.

Alexandra starts to bob her head now, working up to a rhythm that makes me groan with pleasure. She takes me deeper and deeper on each stroke, sucking hard and slurping, as single-mindedly focused on giving me pleasure now as she was on cleaning me before. She goes so deep and so often that her hands are on my ass instead of my shaft and the lack of a firm grip does nothing to slow my impending orgasm. I’m amazed by how quickly she’s getting me there. Suddenly on a backstroke she lets my cock slip out of her mouth and she licks down my shaft to my balls and gives them the attention they need. Her tongue is everywhere, around and under my nuts, stimulating and applying pressure as she strokes my cock under the hot water of the shower.

“Good girl,” I say with feeling, and watch as her legs twitch together with arousal at my praise.

She swaps her mouth for her hand, putting her fingers lightly around my balls and tugging very slightly downward as she pouts her lips and slides them up and down my shaft while looking up at me with those almost unsettlingly blue eyes. Then her lips are around my cockhead again and she’s plunging her head down my shaft. These full-length strokes she’s doing are too much to be borne for long, and after a few more the urge to cum boils up and over.

I grab her by hair at the top of her head and pull her face back, and she slides her hand around the base of my cock and strokes short, firm strokes. I put my hand over hers to show her what I want, and hold just before I cum.

“Open,” I say, and she sticks her tongue out wide and flat and looks up at me intensely, her calm aura ruffled by desire.

My cock relaxes and then all muscles tense as I fire the first volley of cum into her mouth. It goes past her tongue to the back of her throat and she doesn’t flinch at all. The second shot hits her tongue and splashes into her mouth, leaving white residue on her tongue and lips. The third hit her right cheek and splatters there, the fourth goes over the top of her nose. Shots five and six go on her left cheek and temple, and then I shove my cock forward back into her mouth and she happily sucks on it, extracting my cum as I thrust forward slightly into her mouth, holding her head with both hands now.

“Do you like that?” I ask her, panting. “Do you like the taste of my cum?”

“Mmm-hm,” she says, nodding slightly and closing her eyes as she swallows. The water is rinsing away the cum from her face and I watch it slide down her skin.

“Come for me, then,” I say softly. “Show me.”

Alexandra slides a hand down to her pussy and comes within seconds, leaning forward and swallowing my cock all the way as she does, humming her moans around it. I hold her head tightly in place, feeling the last aftershocks of my orgasm tremble through my legs and groin. I let her head go and she leaves it in place for a few seconds as she shakes and shudders through her own pleasure.

She pulls back at last, gasping for breath, my cock connected to her mouth with runners of spit and cum until the water washes them away. She leans forward again and gently cleans my cock with her mouth and hands, eventually getting more soap and using that as well. I am sensitive in the immediate aftermath of my climax, but she is so gentle that it feels nice without being overstimulating.

“Fuck, Alex,” I say. “That was one of the best shower blowjobs I’ve ever gotten.”

“Thank you, master,” she says somewhat unsteadily. “I’m grateful I could please you.”

“I’m glad you got yours, too.”

She doesn’t respond, so I cup her cheek in my hand. “I really like it when you come with me. Will you try to come with me from now on, even if I don’t ask?”

Alexandra blinks at me. “If that’s what you want, Master,” she says, sounding skeptical.

“Is that not what your past lovers— er— masters have wanted?” I ask.

She looks uncomfortable, but the answer is obvious.

“Well, that’s what I want, Alexandra. I want you to come every time I cum, if you can.”

“I can,” she says, nodding and looking a little bewildered. “I am ready to come anytime I am giving you pleasure. It is fulfillment for me.”

“Good,” I say. “That’s settled then.”

I turn off the showerheads and we step out onto the bath mat. Alexandra gets a towel and starts to dry me off, so I let her. She takes out my deodorant, lifts my arms and applies it. Then she pumps out large amounts of lotion onto her hands and begins to rub it in to my body systematically, starting with my arms and hands. It’s almost like a massage, but catches me off guard in a similar manner to how her cleaning did. This much physical contact, especially from a naked, beautiful woman in a submissive, servile role, would normally turn me on immensely. But her intent and concentration, though inherently intimate and sensuous, cause my cock to soften comfortably and I relax into her ministrations. I stand on the bathmat, legs shoulder width apart, and she rubs me down from top to bottom, not skipping my pelvic region or being shy about my sensitive places.

“I don’t usually use lotion,” I say conversationally at one point as she kneels to rub my inner thighs.

“Pool chemicals are awful for your skin,” she says. “You have to keep up your health, and your skin is your largest organ.” I watch her eyes catch my flaccid penis as she says this. “Well, maybe not in your case.”

“Alexandra!” I say. “Did you just make a joke?”

She smiles modestly and continues down to my knees.

Once she’s done with the lotion, she has me sit and gets a pair of scissors from the medicine cabinet. She looks at my head from the front, the same intensity of purpose in her eyes, and snips here and there at my hair, trimming some asymmetry visible only to her. She runs a comb through my short hair, though it won’t stay in any particular order as a result. I am greatly enjoying this process, because in addition to being lazy and feeling like royalty, I’m able to watch her naked body as she does what she’s doing like an unapologetic peeping tom. Her swinging, jiggling breasts are the main event but her form is extremely enticing from top to bottom.

“Shall I dress you, Master?” she asks as she finishes this last bit of grooming, brushing the hair from my shoulders and gathering it from the floor with a damp paper towel.

“Sure,” I shrug. “Why not?”

Alexandra goes to my closet, opening the bathroom door and walking into the bedroom. She rustles through the hangers and dresser drawers and calls to me.

“Come here, please, sir.”

I walk out onto the carpeted floor and she is kneeling by the bed with a set of clothes laid out for me.

“Sit, please,” she asks, and watches as I walk over and sit on the edge of the bed.

She starts with a pair of long, black socks, and carefully rolls them out onto my feet and up my ankles. Then she takes a green plaid pair of boxers and slips them over my feet, gesturing for me to stand when they reach my knees. I do so, and my cock, roused by this exercise, stands with me.

“Now, now,” she says softly, and deftly tucks it in as she slips the waistband into place, vectoring it down my right leg and pulling my underwear snug.

Alexandra stands and pulls a light undershirt over my head, helping my arms into their sleeves and tugging the hem down until it overlays the waist of my underwear. She is focused on her task and I am once again watching her with fascination as she dresses me. I have never been dressed before and, despite her singleminded nature and the fact that this is getting me further from sexual contact, I find myself incredibly turned on. I decide to ride the wave of the feeling rather than acting upon it.

She pulls a blue and white pinstriped button up shirt from a hangar and slides it up one arm, around my shoulders and then helps my other arm through. She buttons each button, including the cuffs, before placing her hands on my chest and smoothing the fabric. Our eyes meet then and I see that in spite of her focused, almost professional demeanor, she is not unaffected by the intimacy of these acts. Knowing that I could simply bend her over, whip my cock out and fuck her right now is such a powerful feeling, and again I choose to feel it without acting.

Alex picks a tie from my rack and puts it around my neck, quickly and efficiently getting a knot and the right length out of the long end on her first try, which is better than I often manage. She steps back, nods, and then takes my pants and kneels down, gently lifting one leg and then the other, sliding my pants up and over the obvious bulge of my erection, which is straining at the fabric of my boxers. She tucks in my shirt all around, zips my fly, hooks the clasp, and slides a belt through the loops before doing that buckle as well.

She walks four steps away from me, turns, and inspects me with a critical eye. She gestures for me to turn in a circle, and so, smiling, I do.

“Do I look dashing enough?” I ask

“Oh, yes, sir,” she says with feeling.

I look in the mirror over Charlotte’s dresser. I do look pretty sharp, though I’m overdressed by about a hundred and fifty percent for a normal day. “Thank you for this,” I say.

She nods. “Would Master like breakfast now?”

“Yes,” I say, honestly unsure if she has a double entendre in mind or not.

“I will meet you downstairs at your leisure, sir,” she says, and walks out.

No double meaning, then. I rub my hands across my face and sit back on the bed to collect myself. My fifteen minute post-swim routine must have taken at least an hour and a half, but what the hell. It was a great experience, and it’s not every day you have a personal servant to wash, dress and service you in my world.

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After fucking Charlotte and giving her another mouthful of what she wanted me to give her, we eat breakfast together. Then I put on a pair of shorts and slip into my office to write a quick email to Grace explaining why I won’t be able to attend the meeting we had scheduled for today. I don’t claim sickness, I just say I need a personal day. I fire it off just in time to avoid being interrupted by a tap on my open office door.

“Jack?” Charlotte’s voice, sounding very stiff and formal. I turn around and find her wearing what I would definitely classify as a slutty Halloween version of a nurse’s outfit. It’s practically just a corset with thigh-high stockings and an elaborate white garter belt. These costumes were designed to make women with much more realistic proportions look attractive, and Charlotte is taller and bustier than is necessary for the ensemble. She looks like something out of a wet dream, and I’m unable to respond for staring.

“Are you Jack?” she asks, a touch of professional irritation in her voice.

“Uh-huh,” I nod.

“Nurse Kate is ready for you,” she says, beckoning and turning. I stand and walk out, powerless to resist the suggestion.

“We’ve had a couple of complaints about Nurse Kate,” says Charlotte. “Anything you could tell me after your visit would be helpful.”

“Oh?” I say. “I find that hard to believe.”

“Not from patients,” says Charlotte. “From wives.”

“Ah.”

She flashes an unpleasant smile. “Yes. I can see you understand. I’m the Head Nurse, and it’s my job to oversee Nurse Kate as well as the other nurses we have on staff. Please, observe and let me know how your experience was afterward. That’s all I ask.”

I nod. “Okay.”

She nods curtly and opens the door to the guest bedroom. Kate is wearing the same outfit as yesterday, sitting on the office chair. She rises as I enter, nodding to me, with an apprehensive sideways look at Charlotte. My ladies really are competent actresses so far as these little scenarios go.

“Hello, sir,” she says.

“Hi, Nurse Kate,” I say, looking down at her spectacular cleavage. Her breasts are pushed up and together, bursting from the top of her white nurse’s coat, though today her underwear is a vibrant pink instead of red. She has her legs crossed, white stockings like Charlotte’s just barely meeting the bottom hem of her skirt. Her hair is pinned up and back again, her little nurse cap in place on top of her head.

“I’m really grateful you were willing to come back again today. I want to apologize again for what happened yesterday. I assure you, we aspire to the highest standards of clinical detachment when we conduct these procedures. After all, this is a medical establishment.”

“No need to apologize,” I say.

“I appreciate your understanding,” she says. “Losing a sample, especially such a large one, is really unacceptable. I would hate to make any of my patients uncomfortable, and if you would like to request another nurse, one of my colleagues can step in.”

“It’s really fine,” I say. “Gets me out of work for an hour, and medical or not, this is much more pleasant. Plus, I don’t think another nurse could get me there as fast as you did. You’re very good.”

She nods. “I appreciate that, but I’m sure any of the other nurses could do the same. If you’ll take a seat here we can get started,” she says, gesturing to the bed which is again made up in a spartan manner with pillows for me to recline against as though it’s an examination table.

I lay down and she sits, gloving up. “Let’s get started. I’ll begin again by massaging you through your shorts.” She puts both hands on my package and rolls her fingers along my cock and balls.

“I want to be sure to set some firm boundaries today, Jack,” she says. “Perhaps it will help if you close your eyes and do some visualization. Lie back, relax, and picture someone in your mind. It can be anyone.”

“You mean like an actress? Or my favorite swimsuit model?”

She suppresses a smile. “Or your wife or girlfriend,” she says.

“Oh, I don’t have either one of those,” I say.

“Oh, you don’t? That’s so unfortunate.”

“Unfortunate?” I ask.

“Surprising,” she amends. “With what you’re packing— I mean, your personality, of course. You seem like such a good boy. Man. Nice man.”

“Well, thank you,” I say. “I do try to be a good boy. Especially when there’s such a good girl around.”

She blushes. “I’m sorry. I’m slipping again. I promise I’m not like this with any other patients! I just can’t swallow being so dry and professional all the time.”

“In my experience, good girls always swallow.”

“Maybe you aren’t a good boy after all, talking like that!” she says playfully. “Goodness. Okay. Just close your eyes and visualize someone, anyone, in the room with you like this. Keep your eyes closed. There, good boy. Now imagine it’s her massaging your penis.”

“All right,” I say. “I’m imagining my dream woman.”

“Visualize her hands doing what I’m doing,” she says. “Whoever it is, she’s got you very hard already.” She rubs my cock a little more quickly.

“Wow, very hard indeed,” she says. “Who are you imagining? No, don’t tell me. I don’t want to know, it would just make me jealous. I mean, distracted.”

She clears her throat and resettles herself. “Let’s take your shorts off. There we go.” Under her breath, she says, “There it is again. I thought I made it bigger in my memory.”

“What was that?” I ask.

“Oh, nothing. We’re going to carry on with another examination up your thighs,” she says. “Keep your eyes closed, please. Nice and slow, to make sure I’m not missing anything.” She slides her gloved hands up my thighs. “Remember, you’re visualizing your fantasy woman, whomever she may be. Probably some brunette beauty.”

“Actually, to tell you the truth, I have a thing for blondes,” I say.

“Oh, do you?” she asks. “Interesting. It’s time to check your balls again. I mean, your scrotum. I’m going to massage these again today with the goal of getting as much bang for our buck as we can. Well, not bang. I shouldn’t have said that. We just need a good sample, of course, is all I meant.”

“Of course,” I say.

“I need to make sure they’re at the, ah, optimum temperature,” she says. “Do you mind if I take off my gloves?”

“Not at all,” I say. “I’d prefer it, in fact.”

“Thank you,” says Kate. “Ah... just as I suspected. They’re almost hot, and so heavy. My, but you are virile, aren’t you? These seem to be fairly bursting with semen.”

“They get the job done,” I say, loving the feel of her fingers on my balls.

“I think it’s time to work my way up to the shaft here, Jack,” she says. “My, it really is so hard again today. Whomever you’re visualizing must really be something.

“Oh, she is,” I say. “One of the most beautiful women to ever walk the earth, I’d say.”

“Someone I’d know?” she asks. “A porn star? A supermodel?”

“You said that you didn’t want to know,” I say, still with my eyes closed.

“You’re right, I did say that,” she says. “But... your cock is so hard, and your balls are so full for her. I have to know. Who is it? An actress? A past girlfriend?”

“She’s actually a medical professional,” I say. “She’s a nurse, to tell you the truth.”

“A nurse!” she says. “But who--oh! You! You’re so bad! Are you implying that you’ve just been visualizing me doing what I’m actually doing this whole time? Well, I guess you can open your eyes, then.”

I do, and find that she is leaning quite close to my cock, now, almost close enough to feel her breath. She’s in the process of squeezing some lube onto her hands and she gives me a saucy smile.

“You’re so bad. You just wanted to see me like this again, didn’t you? Leaning over your big penis, stroking away. My goodness. It’s shocking, really. I’m a professional, you know.”

“I can tell,” I say, suppressing a groan of pleasure as she strokes me with both hands.

“Yes, that’s better, isn’t it?” she says approvingly. “Don’t be embarrassed. You can moan. I’m sure it feels very good, and my hands are experts at this work. Though it doesn’t feel much like work today. Isn’t that funny?”

I breathe deeply as I watch her red-lipsticked mouth move closer to me.

“That’s it,” she says. “Relax. Let me draw it all out for you. All of that hot sperm. I mean... the sample. Long, slow strokes. That’s it. That’s what gets a big, virile man like you to lose control and give me a big, thick, load.”

I moan as she strokes me firmly and deeply.

“My... I think we had better skip to the end, now,” she says. “I can feel my professionalism slipping again. I’m starting to wonder... what it would feel like... taste like....” She purses her lips and blows on the wet tip of my cock. “Does that make you shiver?”

It does, and she smiles sweetly. “I think you’d better cum for me, Tiger,” she says, putting the sample cup to the tip of my cock. “Cum for Nurse Kate, before it’s too late. Save her from herself. You wouldn’t want me to get in trouble for, say, leaning too close... getting cum on my face would not be a good look if the head nurse came to check in on us, would it?”

“Oh, fuck,” I moan. “I’m gonna— “

“Look at this,” she says. “I can’t stay away— there it is! This is what I was hoping for! Oh! You almost got me on the cheek! What a big load... what a good boy... ohh... lovely... yes! Yes!”

The door opens and Charlotte steps in holding her clipboard. “What is going on in here?”

Kate and I both jump, my cock still actively ejaculating, and she drops the sample cup. Since she’s so close, my last shot spurts onto her cheek, a little splashing into her mouth. I watch her swallow it, tasting, and her eyes roll back into her head slightly with pleasure.

Charlotte stands with her hands on her barely-clad hips, scowling down at my cock, which is now dripping cum onto Kate’s hands and the bed, but Kate has yet to let go.

“Why aren’t you wearing gloves, Nurse Kate?” Charlotte asks as Kate looks up at her. “And look at your face!”

“I’m sorry, Nurse Charlotte,” Kate says. “I had to take them off— and the only reason he spunked on my— I mean, the only reason there’s semen outside of a sample cup is that you startled me when you burst in!” She wipes her cheek with the back of her hand.

“I did not burst in, Nurse,” says Charlotte, sighing. “But I see your point. I’ll want an explanation for why you’re not wearing gloves though. He did not check any allergies on his entrance form, and unless he made a specific request....”

They both look at me, and I shrug apologetically. “I’m afraid I did,” I say. “I didn’t realize it would get anyone in trouble. I just prefer skin to the feel of latex.”

“Everyone does,” says Charlotte patiently. “But I’m sure you can understand the hygienic reasons for why we wear them.”

“Absolutely,” I say. “It was my mistake. She told me it wasn’t preferred, and I insisted.”

Charlotte narrows her eyes at me, then at Kate, who seems to be eyeballing the back of her hand and resisting an urge of some kind.

“All right. I apologize, then, for ruining this sample as well,” Charlotte says, picking up the cup. “If you come talk to me on your way out I’ll waive the fee for this visit and help you reschedule.”

“Thank you, Nurse,” I say. “And it’s quite all right.”

Charlotte nods, gives one more look at Kate, and then leaves, closing the door behind her.

As soon as she’s gone, Kate licks the back of her hand, swiping away the trickle of cum that was there. I raise my eyebrows as she closes her eyes as though savoring it.

“Hmmf,” she says through closed lips, and then opens her eyes as if remembering I’m there.

“Oh my— “ she says, blushing. “I’m so— I didn’t— I’m not— “

“It’s okay,” I shrug. “I’ve been told by some it’s not so bad.”

“Not so bad?” she asks incredulously. “I’ve never tasted anything so— “ She stops herself with an effort, then puts a hand to her brow. “It’s having an effect on me... almost like... I can feel my will to resist you weakening!”

I can’t help but laugh, out of character, and I cover my mouth. “That’s really something,” I say. “Mind-control cum?”

“I’m sorry, sir,” she says, covering her face with her hands. “You’ll have to leave. I can’t trust myself right now.”

“No problem, Nurse,” I say. “Why don’t you just climb onto the table here with me and we’ll talk it over?”

She immediately stands and swings a leg up onto the bed before stopping.

“No,” she says. “I’ll get fired!”

“Oh, all right then,” I say. “We wouldn’t want that, would we?”

Kate looks at me uncertainly, some of her hair having fallen out of place. “No... I don’t think so, at least. I better go.”

“Just a kiss before you leave,” I suggest, testing her little game.

She leans down and kisses the tip of my cock, then straightens, looks at me with wide eyes, and flees the room.

Interesting.

I wait for a moment, but there’s no appearance from Nurse Charlotte. When I do stick my head out of the room, there’s no one around at all. I walk across the living room and kitchen out onto the patio, and jump into the pool for a swim.

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“Jack?” Kate’s voice calls from the other room. She’s using a very clipped, businesslike tone.

“Yes?” I ask.

“Nurse Kate will see you now.”

I blink at my computer screen. I may have to look into leasing office space somewhere if I intend to ever write a book again.

I stand before I can really process what I’ve heard and step out into the hall.

Kate is standing outside the door to the guest bedroom holding a clipboard. She’s wearing a crisp, white nurse’s costume with a skirt that comes up a little high at the thigh and a little tight and low across the bust, as is typical--her curse and my boon. It’s not quite a slutty Halloween costume, but neither is it standard attire for nurses of today. The fringes of a red, lacy bra are visible at her chest, and she’s wearing red heels with white tights, none of which would lend themselves to a long day’s work on her feet. Her bright red lipstick draws it together, and her hair is back and done up under a small crepe cap. This took some effort.

“Jack?” she asks primly.

“Yes ma’am,” I say.

“My name is Nurse Kate,” she says, ushering me into the room. “I’ll be taking care of you today. Have you been waiting long?”

“Nope,” I say. “All my life, in a way, but no.”

“Perfect,” she says with a little giggle. She has made up the bed with a plain white sheet and pillows to recline against, and she gestures for me to lay down. “Make yourself comfortable here.”

She sits down in an office chair by the bedside and adjusts it up to the highest setting, consulting her clipboard.

“It looks like you’re here today for the collection of a semen sample, is that right?”

I swallow. “Yup. Sure is.”

“Excellent. That shouldn’t take too long,” she says. “Is there anything I should know about before we get started?”

“I prefer blondes,” I say. “And I’m a tit man.”

“Well then it’s our lucky day,” she says with a wink. “Now, I know this isn’t your first time, but I always like to give my little introductory speech. Our methods here are a bit unorthodox, since generally at a clinic like this we would just give you a magazine and send you into the bathroom by yourself. However, we find that a hands-on approach leads to a better quality sample.” She snaps on a couple of latex gloves and sets the clipboard aside. “Do I have your permission to proceed?”

“Yes ma’am. That all makes sense to me,” I say.

“Good. I usually start by massaging your erogenous zones over your shorts, is that all right?” she asks as she places her hands on my package. “It helps to promote blood flow and ensure a complete erection. I find direct manual stimulation is the best means to that end. Sorry for all of the medical terminology.”

“Quite all right, nurse,” I say, adjusting myself as my cock gets harder.

“Ah, here it comes,” she says. “Your penis is getting erect quite quickly. I’m glad things won’t be too challenging. I had an appointment yesterday and--poor man--he just couldn’t get it up, if you’ll pardon me saying so.”

“I find that to be extraordinarily difficult to believe,” I say, looking down at her deliciously round breasts and the four inches of cleavage exposed to me.

She smiles at me demurely. “You’re too kind. Now, while our objective today isn’t explicitly pleasure, I want to say right now, don’t be embarrassed or uncomfortable. It’s a mechanical process, yes, but there’s nothing wrong with relaxing and enjoying yourself. I know the effect my body has on men, and I take pride in my job.”

“Understood,” I say. “I appreciate you trying to help me feel comfortable with all this.” She has one hand wrapped around my cock and is massaging it gently, and the other cupping my balls through my shorts.

“This is completely above board, medically speaking,” she says. “I’m good at what I do, and I have one of the highest collection rates of any nurse in our facilities. If we work together, I know we can get a large, clean sample today. You’ll help me out with that, won’t you?”
I nod, finding myself a bit speechless. I lick my lips as I look into her eyes.

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Sure enough, as soon as we walk in the door Charlotte grabs me from behind and undoes my belt with surprising alacrity. My pants are around my ankles, boxers and all, before I fully realize what her goal is.

“Right here,” she pants, putting her hands on the front door and pushing it shut. “Pin me against the door and don’t move from that spot until you’ve cum inside me.”

Without a word I step forward as she flips her dress up and pulls down her panties, spreading her legs as wide as she can with them around her ankles. I look and guide myself into her with one hand.

I pin her against the door with my hips on each thrust, holding her hips in my hands and pulling her back against mine. With such specific directions and no options for variety, I lose myself in the moment, feeling her velvety softness inside with each motion.

The only interruption comes when we hear a truck pull up and idle outside, followed by the telltale sound of a door sliding open and feet hitting the pavement. The delivery man knocks on the door and, incredibly, Charlotte opens it enough to look out the gap as I continue pounding her.

“Need a signature, ma’am,” I hear a voice say.

“Can you make a scribble for me, James? I’m indisposed.”

“Are you all right, ma’am?”

“Yes I AM!” she says, moaning too loudly on the last one. “So sorry. Thank you, James.”

I hear a chuckle as the door closes and the sound of a package being set on the doorstep.

“That guy has seen some shenanigans here,” Charlotte says enigmatically, and I snort.

I’m not sure how much longer we keep at it against the door, but when I finish it is very satisfying for both of us. Her sensitive parts take some extra pressure from my final prolonged thrust, and she goes off like a bomb. Her cheek is pressed to the door so hard that there’s a red mark there for several minutes once we move to the shower and then the couch to watch a movie.

She falls asleep as we watch, so I wake her and we move to bed. Once there, she is full of excitement again after her nap, talking of living arrangements and what we’ll do for the rest of the year while the movie goes into production.

Charlotte loves to find out what turns me on, and the conversation turns to which women I find most attractive.

“I mean who really gives you a boner,” she says. “Who fills you with lust?”

“You want names?” I ask.

“I want names. I want information.” She slides her hands under the sheets towards my crotch. “We haff ways of makingk you tock,” she says in a vaguely Russian accent.

“By all means,” I say, giggling as she withdraws her hands.

“Name an actress that lit that special fire in you,” she says.

“I remember thinking that one actress, Faye something… from that vampire flick, had something special,” I say. “I think Marilyn or Raquel probably started my puberty, though.”

“Ooh!” she squeals. “Little teenaged Jack, jerking off for the first time!”

“Don’t make it weird,” I laugh.

“Who else? Who’s the sexiest, most beautiful woman on earth to you?”

I shrug. “It’s you.”

“No, really,” Charlotte says. “Don’t just say that to spare my feelings.”

“I’m not,” I say honestly. “At this point, I wouldn’t fib. I would tell you.”

“You don’t need to pretend that there aren’t women more beautiful than I am. There are billions of women on Earth.”

“Look,” I say. “Here’s the honest truth. There’s always some new hottie on the scene. You see a magazine or a movie and your jaw drops, because they’re just so sexy and hot presented in the way they’re presented. But you know how that goes.”

“Sure,” she says. “Lighting, hair, makeup, hell, even the lenses matter.”

“Yes,” I say. “So when you see that girl again and again over years, it doesn’t always hold up. In some roles, Daliah is astoundingly pretty. And she’s obviously very beautiful! But she also is a normal human being and therefore not every aspect of her presentation always appeals to me at that level.”

“Okay,” she says.

“But with you... it’s just not that way. The woman of the moment comes and goes, but you’re always there to come back to. Even before I met you.”

“With your jerkoff materials, you mean.”

I sigh. “Yes.”

“Are you blushing?” she asks, rolling onto her side to look at me. “Gosh I love it when you blush. It’s so adorable.” She giggles and touches my cheek. “Then I’ll ask you in your own terms. Is there anyone else you would come back to?”

“Yes,” I say.

“Tell me, tell me!” she says.

I sigh. “This is so embarrassing!”

“It’s not a confession. It’s just sharing past experience!”

“Yeah,” I say, hesitating.

“Oh!” she says, sitting up and leaning towards me. “It’s not just past experience, is it?”

“When we’re apart,” I say, somewhat defensively, but smiling. “Three thousand miles ...”

“Babe,” Charlotte says seriously, “you know full well that I encourage you to bang other smokin’ hot broads when the situation presents itself, which is whenever you pay attention. You think I care that you jerk off to porn?”

I laugh. “All right. You’re right. Sorry for being weird.”

“So...” she says.

“All right! So, apart from you--”

“You seriously still spank it to pictures of me?”

“Well... yeah,” I say, puzzled.

“That is oddly flattering in a very disarming way,” she says.

“You have an amazing body and a beautiful face,” I say.

“Which you see and have sex with regularly. Whenever you want, in fact.”

“Yes. It’s not the novelty, for me. It’s... you. More so, now, if anything.”

She strokes my cheek. “You are the most amazing man.”

“Thank you,” I say, putting my hand over hers and kissing her palm.

“Okay, but now you have to tell me who you go back and touch yourself to still.”

I sigh. “I guess the truest answer is you, Lucy, and Kate.”

“Really?” she asks. “That’s interesting.”

“Why? There’s a pretty obvious through-line, I’d say.”

“Indeed,” she says thoughtfully. “And we’ve already banged Lucy.”

“That was unreal,” I say.

“Is there anyone else on the list?” she asks.

I think. “Not really. There are plenty of beautiful women out there and my attention is reasonably spread out over time. But at the top is you and those two.”

“Lucy, Kate, and Charlotte,” she says, still ruminating. She snuggles up to me. “Oh!” she says, feeling my boner under the sheets. “What’s this? There seems to be an unusually hard mushroom in my bed. A hot mushroom!”

I moan as she wraps her hand around my cock and strokes it. “I’ve heard of these,” she says. “They release a sweet, sticky substance if you squeeze them right.”

Charlotte begins to stroke me very slowly.

“I want to make this last. Do you think it would help if I talked about three girls named Lucy, Kate, and Charlotte who found a delicious treat while walking in the woods one day?” she asks.

“It couldn’t hurt,” I say.

She rolls over and gets a pump of silicone lube on her hand from her nightstand, then continues stroking me.

Once upon a time in an enchanted forest there lived three beautiful maidens named Lucy, Kate and Charlotte. They were each very comely and fine, each bustier than the last, and all three had lived together in the woods as long as they could remember. They liked to walk in the forest each day, arm in arm, to gather berries and nuts and mushrooms and anything else they could find. One day, they were thus walking when they came across a tall, fleshy mushroom sticking out from the ground.

‘I’ve heard of these,’ said Lucy. ‘You’re supposed to squeeze them until a sticky cream comes out!’

‘I’ve heard of these too,’ said Kate. ‘But I think you’re supposed to lick them until a hotcream comes out.’

‘I know what this is,’ said Charlotte. ‘You have to squeeze it and lick it until a hot, sticky cream comes out!’

So all three of them knelt down on the ground in a circle and leaned toward the mushroom. First, Lucy put a hand around it and started to squeeze. Then, Kate added her hand. Then, finally, Charlotte added her hand, and there was still some space at the top for licking. They were all surprised at how warm and stiff the mushroom felt in their hands, like a branch from a tree that was soft and alive.

‘I’ll go first,’ said Lucy.

‘I’ll go second,’ said Kate.

‘I’ll go last,’ said Charlotte.

So Lucy leaned in and licked the tip and sides of the mushroom very softly, like a kitten lapping up cream from a dish. The mushroom seemed to get a little taller, and Lucy thought something would happen, but though she licked and licked, nothing came out. Eventually she sat back and pouted.

‘Silly mushroom,’ she said, folding her arms under her large breasts in a huff. ‘I wanted all the cream.’

Then Kate had her turn. She decided to try something different. She leaned in to the mushroom and gave it a big kiss, right on the tip. Then she kissed it again and again, all over the top and down the sides, even sticking her tongue out a little bit. The mushroom got thicker, and at one point Kate thought she tasted something like a hot cream, but it didn’t last and she wasn’t sure. She sat back in a huff too, pulling her hand away and folding her arms under her even larger breasts.

‘Silly mushroom,’ Kate pouted. ‘I thought I would get all the cream.’

Finally it was Charlotte’s turn. She had a new idea. She decided that if the mushroom got bigger when it was being licked and kissed, maybe if she put her mouth around it, it would get even bigger--and she might even get some hot, sticky cream. So Charlotte leaned over and put the whole top of the mushroom into her mouth and held it there. She felt it grow even larger in her hand. It was almost too big to fit into her mouth now, and her hand wouldn’t close around it! She had to put both her hands around the base of the mushroom and hold it tight, and when she did, it started to thrum with heat, and she was positive she could taste the tiniest bit of cream. Not only was it hot and sticky, it was sweet, and she wanted to share it.

‘Girls,’ said Charlotte. ‘I think it’s working! If we each hold it, maybe we can get some hot, sticky, sweet cream!’

‘I can hold it, and I can lick it!’ said Lucy.

‘I can hold it, and I can kiss it!’ said Kate.

‘I can hold it, and I can suck on it!’ said Charlotte.

So they all worked together, holding, squeezing, and putting their mouths all over the big, pulsing mushroom there on the floor of the enchanted forest. Lucy licked. Kate kissed. And Charlotte sucked as hard as she could, and secretly, inside of her mouth, she also wiggled her tongue around. The mushroom got even bigger, and thicker and taller until hot, sticky, sweet cream started to shoot out of the top of it. Charlotte got some of it straight into her mouth as you probably would expect, but it filled up her mouth so quickly that she had to pull her head back off of the mushroom. When she did, the cream splattered on her face and shot into the air like a fountain, raining down on Lucy and Kate and Charlotte too, getting on their faces and into their hair. The cream was so hot, and so sticky, and so sweet, that they all licked and licked the mushroom even as it came out, running down all sides and covering their hands. When the cream stopped flowing, they were all sad, and decided that they would come back the next day to see if they could find the mushroom and get some more cream from it.

‘I may even come back in the morning before the others wake up to get some more for myself,’ thought Lucy.

While she thought that, Kate thought, ‘I may even come back in the night after the others go to sleep to get some more for myself.’

While they were thinking that, Charlotte thought, ‘I wonder if we could dig this up and I could plant it in the middle of the cabin so we could all have some whenever we want?’

“To be continued,” says Charlotte.

There’s a pause as it all sinks in. “I’m speechless,” I say at last.

“So you liked it?” she says, licking her fingers clean.

“I mean, I’m gonna have to change the sheets,” I say.

She lifts them up and looks under. “Yeah. You really just splooged all over them, didn’t you?”

I laugh. “I had some help. That was... I’ve never thought of the appeal of a sexy fairy tale before. God damn.”

“Did you imagine the maidens each wearing Swiss maiden dresses with white lace trim that showed off their massive cleavage?” she asks.

“Yes,” I say. “I certainly did. And will continue to do so.”

“Hmm,” she says. “Perhaps I’ll tell you more stories about them sometime....”

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I am at my desk writing when I hear a tap on the window pane of my office door.

Kate is standing there dressed in an outrageous schoolgirl’s outfit, looking sexy as hell and also apprehensive. I rub my eyes, blink, and look again. Pigtails. Black glasses. White button up shirt buttoned low with a bare midriff. Red plaid skirt. Long white stockings with black pumps. I check my watch. Nine-thirty on a Tuesday. My day has gone from a five to an eleven, fast enough to give me whiplash. Less than a week until Charlotte comes home, and all hell will really break loose, sexually, a prospect that makes me feel lightheaded with excitement. A visual of Kate and Charlotte locking lips around my cockhead flickers through my mind and I feel momentarily faint.

“Holy shit,” I say, and wave for her to come in.

I slept in today and got a late start on working, so my head isn’t completely clear. Kate had been out when I woke up, running errands or something, so I haven’t seen her yet. Watching her cleavage bounce as she enters the room is causing my vision to sharpen and my head to clear somewhat, though the fog of arousal smoothly takes the place of the fog of sleep, almost without me noticing.

“Um, hi, Professor,” she says nervously, clasping her hands at her waist and rocking on her heels.

“Well, hello, Kitty,” I say, turning in my chair.

“Hi, professor,” she says again.

There’s a pause as she shifts anxiously from one foot to the other. How she makes her boobs jiggle so much with so little movement is something I can’t comprehend but won’t be complaining about anytime soon.

“What can I do for you, Kitty?” I ask.

“Well, sir, I...” she breaks off almost as soon as she starts. “I don’t even know where to begin!”

“Why don’t you have a seat and tell me what’s on your mind,” I say, gesturing to the loveseat behind my chair and pivoting to face it.

“Kay,” she says, and sits down. There’s no way for her to sit that doesn’t give me a view of her white panties under her extremely short skirt, and I’m grateful that this is a sexual role play and not a situation in which I need to avert my eyes or risk misconduct allegations.

“This isn’t about your grades, is it, Kitty? Because you’ve been an excellent student this semester,” I say, leaning back slightly.

“No, it’s not that,” Kate says. “It’s not really related to school at all.”

“All right,” I say. “Tell me what’s troubling you.”

“I think I need some tutoring,” she says.

I raise an eyebrow. “I thought you said it wasn’t related to school?”

“It’s not a school subject that I need help with. But you’re such a good teacher, I thought maybe....” She shrugs.

“I see,” I say. “Is it entirely outside of academia? Sports related? I’m afraid I don’t have a trade I could apprentice you to, Kitty.”

“No, it’s not academic, or athletic. It’s... well, to tell you the truth, sir, it’s something sort of... inappropriate. Taboo.”

I raise both eyebrows at that. I say nothing, waiting for her to elaborate.

“I...” she begins, then stops. “I feel like I need some help... learning...” she hides her face in her hands. “This is so embarrassing.”

“It’s all right, Kitty,” I say, soothingly. “You must have had a reason for bringing this to me. Just take the plunge and we’ll go from there.”

“You won’t be angry with me?” she asks, looking up through her fingers.

“No, I won’t,” I say.

“Promise? Cross your heart?”

I can’t help but smile. “Cross my heart.”

“Okay,” she says, dropping her hands. “I came to you because I need help learning how to do better at sex.”

My eyebrows raise again. “But, Kitty,” I say. “Surely you don’t struggle getting attention.” I look her over again, her incredible body on display in her outrageous outfit.

“No, it’s not the attention,” she says. “I was always a tease, but now that the boys want more than just kisses, I don’t have any idea what to do and they all think I must just be holding out on them!”

“That certainly sounds frustrating,” I say. “Surely you have a boyfriend who could teach you, though?”

“But it’s so humiliating, professor,” she says. “They all think I know what to do, and I’m too embarrassed to say that I’ve never even, well, seen a... you know. Thingy.”

I pause for a moment. “Do you mean a man’s penis?” I ask.

She blushes. “Yes.”

I rock back and forth on my chair, thinking. “Well, perhaps you have a female friend, or a roommate that could show you some videos--” She is shaking her head, so I stop talking.

“None of the other girls like me,” she says. “I’ve always been bullied because of my breasts. They all think I’m a slut who knows all about sex. No one would believe me.”

“Hm,” I say, thinking. “Have you watched any pornography to get an idea of things?”

“I know how it works,” she says. “But I need help with practical application. I need a good teacher.”

She drops her eyes on this last phrase and I begin to see what it is she’s asking of me. There’s a pause before I respond.

“What is it that you need from me, Kitty?” I ask gently.

She looks up at me shyly. “Will you help me learn how to get good at sex?” she asks. “Will you let me touch your... penis... and teach me how to make it feel good for you?”

I nod and lean forward, putting my elbows on my knees. “Yes, I will. And I’ll teach you how to make it feel good for you, too, Kitty.”

Kate smiles sweetly and shrugs a shoulder. “Thanks, professor.”

“You’re very welcome, Kitty. I’m glad you brought this to me,” I say, looking down at her enormous display of cleavage. “When would you like your first lesson?”

“There’s no time like the present, is there?” she asks with a small smile.

I smile back. “No, indeed. Would it be all right if I sit next to you on the couch?”

She nods and scoots to one side. I stand, my erection already straining at my pants, and sit down next to her.

“Where do we start?” she asks. “I don’t want to just get naked or something.”

“That’s a great question,” I say. “Why don’t we start out with you showing me what it is you already know. Go as far as you’ve gone with a man and we’ll see where that gets us.”

“It won’t be very far. But I’ve never been with a man before,” she says. “Only boys.”

I smile encouragingly. “No problem. There’s no wrong way to--”

I’m cut off when my lips are covered by hers. She rolls over onto my lap and straddles me, kissing me hard and pinning me in place, pressing her thighs down on mine. I’m startled by the force and convincing intensity of her passion as she puts her hands on my cheeks and slips her tongue into my mouth. I relax into it and flicker my own tongue into hers, sliding my hands down her back until I feel the bare skin of her midriff from behind. Unable to resist, I cup her delicious booty in both of my hands and squeeze as she bites my lower lip and pulls, knitting her fingers into my hair.

My body is reporting in at full attention by this point, cock hard, heart pounding, mind muted. Kate is grinding down on my cock, slipping her tongue into my mouth at intervals, and just generally making out with wild energy like she did nearly three weeks ago when we were still limiting ourselves from full sexual contact.

Kate takes one of my hands from her ass and sticks one of my fingers into her mouth, then slides her other hand between her legs and mine and starts feeling up my thigh for my cock. She doesn’t have to search long, and when she finds it, she grips it tightly through my jeans and sort of half-strokes it through my pants while she sucks my finger as if it’s my dick. Then she puts my hand on her breast, over the fabric of her white shirt, and leans in to kiss me some more. Things are heating up so quickly, and her outfit and persona are so exciting that I feel giddy and I begin to worry that I’m going to jizz in my pants.

And suddenly, just as it began, it’s over. She’s sitting with her back against the arm of the small couch, facing me, apparently not at all worked up. I feel hot under the collar and even my respiration remains accelerated despite her pulling away contact completely. I look at her with wide eyes, blinking and trying to get my bearings.

“So that’s as far as I’ve ever been,” she says.

“What?” I ask foolishly.

“You said to go as far as I’ve ever been,” she says patiently. “It’s that far.”

“What happens then?” I ask.

“Then... I don’t know. We get interrupted by someone, or it’s time to take me home, or I’m just not into it anymore so it’s done.” Her brows furrow. “What’s wrong? Was I not doing a good job?”

I swallow hard and sit up, trying to get my head back on straight. “No, you were doing remarkably well. That was extremely arousing,” I say, attempting to take refuge in academic description. “Very convincing, Kitty.”

She smiles. “So what do I do next, then?”

I clear my throat. “Well, next would likely be to begin more, ah, aggressive over-the-clothes petting,” I say. “Perhaps you would stimulate the penis more by rubbing back and forth, as you were doing, and I would continue to touch your breasts or your outer vulva.”

“My what?” she asks curiously.

“Your genitals,” I say.

“My pussy?” she asks, and I nod. “Oh, okay.”

“No one has ever touched you there?” I ask.

“I’d just push them away,” she says with a shrug. “Does it feel good?”
“It certainly can. Do you ever touch yourself there?” I ask.

“Oh, I do,” she says. “I have a vibrating dildo named George and my pussy really likes him.”

I nod, letting this wash over me. “All right. It will be different than that, but it should be enjoyable if you give in to the moment.”

“How will I know when to stop?” she asks. “When you cum?”

I chuckle. “I doubt I’ll finish just from petting,” I say, privately feeling much less confident than I’m willing to admit. “Today you should feel free to stop when you feel comfortable. Perhaps the second lesson can go further.”
“What’s the second lesson?” she asks.

“I imagine we’ll do some touching under the clothing while still remaining dressed,” I say neutrally.

“And after that?”

“Clothes off, making out and touching one another,” I say. “But we’ll see how things progress, shall we?”

“Yes, I believe we shall,” she giggles. “This sounds like fun. Thank you, professor, for being willing to teach me about all this.” She looks thoughtful for a moment. “It’s almost like you’ve thought of doing these things with me before, based on how quickly you put together these lesson plans.”

I clear my throat again and sit up straight. “Well, Kitty, as a teacher, one must think about these sorts of things,” I say.

“To be prepared,” she says.
“Just in case a need for education arouses,” I say.

“Arises,” she corrects.

“What?” I ask.

“You said, ‘In case a need for education arouses,’” she says.

“Did I?” I ask. “Very well, then. I suppose you must arouse me once more.”

“I can do that,” Kate says, climbing onto my lap more slowly this time, looking into my eyes and then leaning in to kiss me.

Her lips connect with mine and I feel a warm tingling sensation begin in my mouth and running down through my body. She puts her hands down in my lap immediately this time and as her kisses intensify she also paws at my cock. I’m amused at how inept she’s pretending to be, and how convincing she is at it. On the one hand I’ve got Kate in my lap dressed like a sex bomb and making out with me, and on the other hand she’s acting like she really has never touched a penis before. She puts a hand over it and just holds it there for awhile, then seems to be trying to find my balls through the thick fabric of my jeans without much success. I, however, am free to grab her tits through her shirt and the thick supportive structure of her bra, which is exciting for a while until it settles in that I’m not going to get to rip it off to lick and suck them like I want to.

I slip a hand down to her skirt and put my palm firmly over her panties, extending my fingers down and applying pressure throughout. Kate moans softly into my mouth and grabs my cock more firmly.

“Oh, professor,” she breathes, and it’s my turn to moan.

The acting of this little role play is in severe danger of coming apart at the seams as we make our way down this highway of desire that we know only too well at this point. She’s really working my cock, her whole body undulating and rolling as she grinds against my palm. I honestly don’t know where she intends to stop, or if she’s trying to make me cum in my pants or not, but I choose not to resist the urge. It serves to elevate the whole experience to the level of racy excitement that the scenario purports to be at face value, because both my true self and my slapdash professor character don’t know where this ends but want much more than we’re going to get. My cock, thankfully, doesn’t strategize and think so far ahead, and just enjoys the feeling of a sexy lady fondling it and squeezing it, and I feel myself getting close as Kate’s tongue dances through my mouth.

I grow more bold with my hand and start to rub her pussy through her smooth cotton panties. She responds well because I know how she likes to be touched, and the veil of role play is growing thinner by the moment. Her breathing quickens and I know she’s edging towards orgasm, and I assume now that she’s going to let it happen. Kate really does cum easily as she told me from the first, which is always a delight for me.

Kate kisses across my cheek to my ear and licks my earlobe before breathing right into it. “Oh, professor,” she says. “You’re making Kitty feel so good! Am I being a naughty girl by not making you feel good?”

“You’re making me feel very good, Kitty,” I manage.

“But I’m having thoughts, professor, thoughts of doing more to you than you told me to do. Isn’t that naughty?”

“I suppose it could be,” I say through gritted teeth.

“But professor, don’t naughty girls get spankings?”

I reach around to her ass and slap my hand against her skin, and she squeals softly by my ear.

“Oh, yes, professor!” she says. “Spank me again! I’m thinking very dirty, naughty thoughts!”

I slap her ass again, but with her on my lap this way, I can’t really do much more than paw at her soft skin.

“If you knew what I was thinking about doing to you, you’d spank me harder, I think,” she says breathily into my ear.

“What are you thinking, Kitty?” I ask.

“I’m thinking about taking your penis out of your pants and doing things to it with my body,” she moans. “I’m thinking about rubbing it all over my face, and my breasts, and--”

I spank her much harder at that, and she cums, crying out and grinding on my hand harder than ever. Paradoxically, I cry out, “Good girl, Kitty!” instead of some nonsense about her being naughty, and shoot my load into my pants. Her hand, which has been flying back and forth across my shaft, stops and grabs it as tightly as she can, holding me as it flexes and pumps out cum, hot and wet against my thigh. She is moaning through her pleasure, rocking back and forth on me and gradually coming to a stop, resting her forehead on my shoulder.

“That was great, professor,” she says. “I didn’t know it could feel so good!”

“Yes, Kitty,” I say, leaning my head back and closing my eyes. “That was quite good for your first lesson.”

“I’m sorry that you didn’t get to, well... you know.” She rubs her hand against my cock and then starts. “Oh! What’s this? It’s all wet!”

“Oh,” I say. “Yes. Well, that’s all right, Kitty. Perfectly normal.”

“I didn’t know there would be so much. Look how big the wet spot is on your jeans, sir!” she says, pointing.

I look down and then back up at her, amused at how hard she’s playing this part still.

“I can’t imagine all of that going inside me,” she says, shaking her head.

“One step at a time, Kitty,” I say, smirking.

She shrugs, and climbs off of my lap, standing and straightening her blouse and skirt.

“Thank you for your lesson today, professor,” she says. “When should I come back for another?”

“Oh, anytime,” I say. “I’m often in my office.”

“Kay,” she says, and swings her hips as she struts out. “Toodle-oo,” she adds with a little finger roll.

I watch her body move as she goes with some regret, as I always greatly enjoy the opportunity to touch her skin without all that clothing in the way. It leaves me looking forward to my next meeting with Kitty all the more.

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I am in the lobby at the Regent Hotel, striding across the carpeted floor and heading toward the elevators. Once there I step into an elevator and press the button for the third floor, remembering the last four hours.

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In order to do what Charlotte called “stamina building,” she had me sit on the couch and watch TV while she was constantly teasing me, but never to completion, for almost an hour. It was intensely pleasurable and also inherently frustrating to be edged for so long, but eventually she lost her own self-control and took me for herself, which she quite enjoyed. We then went out for dinner (”So that I can avoid finishing you twice more before you leave,” she explained) and then she left me right at the door of the hotel, only moments ago, with a slap on the butt and a kiss on the lips. “Go get her, Tiger,” she said, shivering with arousal. “I’m going to go home and see if I can break my record for orgasms per hour.”

With that on my mind, I step out of the elevator and I follow the signs to room 320. Before I’m ready, I’m standing in front of the door and there’s nothing left to do but knock. I check my watch. 7:59.

The door opens very quickly. Eleanor is standing there wearing a plush robe done up to her neck and a small smile, and she steps aside as I step in.

“Hey,” I say.

“Hey,” she answers, shutting the door behind me.

I look around the room, seeing a sweeping view of the Pacific and the Santa Monica Pier over a full living and dining room area carpeted in some massive, expensive looking oriental rugs. There’s a door at the end of the room that must lead to a bedroom, I surmise, and I walk all the way to the windows before stopping with my hands on my hips.

“Holy cow,” I say. “This is a really nice room!”

She grins and shrugs, gesturing around. “It’s a nice hotel.”

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to seduce me,” I say.

Eleanor puts a hand to her chest and feigns innocence. “Me?” she asks playfully.

“What are your intentions here, tonight, Ms. Cook?” I ask.

She unties her robe and lets it fall to the floor, revealing a skimpy corset negligee cut very low with black lace and pink highlights, long black stockings and garter clips to micro panties, and very high heels.

“Oh my actual fuck,” I say, looking her up and down.

“Yes,” she says, taking a step toward me. “An actual fuck is exactly what I was hoping for.”

“I did want to clarify something,” I say, mindful of the closing distance and the dwindling time I have to express myself clearly. Her legs are so very long and toned, her breasts so very perky inside of their thin casing.

“What’s that?” she asks, halfway across the room now.

“Just,” I begin, “that there may be some expectation, uh...” I lose steam as she gets closer. Her light brown hair falls to her shoulders, perfectly framing her pixie-like face. Her blue eyes are sharp and piercing, and her immediacy in the room with me is stunning.

“Expectation of what?” she asks. “You think I set up a camera behind the mirror and I’m going to blackmail you into giving me a role in your movie?” She slides her arms around my neck, looking up at me sweetly.

“Well, I didn’t think that...until now,” I say tightly.

“Relax,” she says. “You think just because I take my top off for the cameras, I’d sleep my way to fame?”

I blink and swallow hard. “The thought had crossed my mind, honestly.”

She smiles and slides a hand slowly down my chest. “I get that. Did it ever occur to you that just the idea of getting a powerful man to cheat on his woman because he’s paid money to see me naked before would be enough of a turn on for me to want this?”

I pause as her hand hits my belt and keeps going. I shake my head. “No. Nope.”

“Well, you’re here now,” she says. “Do you want to check behind the mirror, or should we just do this?” Her hand reaches my hardness and follows it down. She moans. “Oh, wow. It just keeps going!” When she reaches the tip she swirls her fingertips around it and moans again. “I need to see this monster,” she says, kneeling down.

I try desperately to catch my breath, but I know there’s no hope. I am at her mercy as she unzips my fly and unbuckles my pants, pulling them down gently. I bounce free as my waistband passes and it taps her on the chin, making her giggle.

“My goodness,” she says, taking it in both of her small hands. “When I saw how tall you were, I had hoped, but… wow!”

It really does look quite large in her hands, throbbing and pulsing with excitement. I mentally wish Charlotte had taken me again before I came here so that I could last longer, because Eleanor is far more sexy in person than I had anticipated, and I fear I’m going to give it all up as soon as she puts her mouth on me.

“Look at these great, big, balls,” she says, shifting slightly to admire them. “The amount of cream you must make in those factories....”

“Listen,” I say, with one last desperate attempt to ferret out duplicity. “I can’t help but notice that these are the kinds of things that someone might say to flatter--”

Eleanor surprises me by giggling. She stands and turns in a circle. “Look at me,” she says. “I have a lot of sex. As much or as little as I want. I gave you my number so that I could fuck you someday. You were direct in your response to that invitation, and I like that.” She cups her breasts.

“I make good money. Very good money,” she goes on, gesturing to the room. “You make good money. I don’t need anything from you. You have one of the most gorgeous and desirable women in the world sucking your dick. Is it that surprising that I would want to suck your dick too?”

“Is that what you want?” I ask. “To suck my dick?”

“I want to make you come all over the place,” she says. “Nothing turns me on more than watching men lose their minds in my presence. So I’m going to dance for you. Then, if you make it to the end, I’m going to reward you by making you spray like a fountain.” She turns and bends flirtatiously to show me her underwear. “Then I’m going to take you to the bedroom and we’re going to do it like rabbits. Think you can handle that?”

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In the morning, the storm is still howling outside. The power is not on and snow is piled against the large windows, where better than ten feet cover the ground out front. There is a stunning vista out there, breathtaking distances across alpine peaks, but we can’t see it; the snow obscures all. Cut off from the outside world with no way of knowing how many hours the storm will continue, but without anywhere to be, I am content.

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I wake up with each of these beautiful women laying with their heads on my shoulders on opposite sides. They each have a palm on my chest and a leg drawn up over my thigh. I am mercifully soft and my body is completely relaxed. The fire has finally burned low and I can feel the cold outside of the blankets. My arms are pinned, under their heads and around their torsos, and my hands rest on soft, warm skin under the blankets. As much as I don’t want to move, I need to build up the fire and make us all some food.

“Ladies,” I whisper. “I gotta build the fire.”

They both stir and stretch a bit, neither really waking, but shifting enough for me to extricate myself. It’s early, just after dawn, and I pick up the robes from the floor where they were dropped in the night and drape them over the foot of the bed to warm up. I pull on a pair of jeans and put some logs on the fire, careful not to smother it as I use the heat of the coals to rekindle the blaze. Within a couple of minutes of careful work, it’s kicking up again. I go over to the kitchen area and quietly put together some fruit, bread and cheese, with some prosciutto and salami for protein. I bring the tray over to the bed and pause as I see what’s happened while I was gone. They’ve come together for warmth and they lay face to face on the pillows, blonde hair tousled out on one side, brunette on the other, with their arms wrapped around each other. The blankets have slid down just enough for me to see Charlotte’s right arm draped over Lucy’s shoulder, and Lucy’s left arm around Charlotte’s ribs. Their chests are pressed together in what may be the world’s most phenomenal display of perfect beauty since the sun started fusing hydrogen and helium four billion years ago. I stop dead in my tracks and just look, perfectly willing to stand in the warming air by the side of the bed until something happens to shatter this heavenly vision in front of me, so long as it isn’t anything that I do. I set the tray of food down on the couch behind me and lean against it to just look.

After a couple of minutes drinking in the grandeur, Charlotte opens her eyes and sees me. She smiles and closes her eyes again. A little breathy moan escapes her lips and I see her pull Lucy closer, rolling her hips slightly under the blankets. How I wish I could see Charlotte’s long legs intertwined with Lucy’s under there! Charlotte closes the gap of a couple of inches between their heads and plants a tiny kiss on Lucy’s lower lip. Lucy stirs and moans softly as well, biting her lower lip. Charlotte rolls her hips again and purrs, kissing Lucy again full on the mouth. Lucy’s eyes flutter open and she pulls Charlotte closer, mashing their bodies together even more, kissing her back. My jaw drops as I see Lucy’s tongue slip out to find its way between Charlotte’s lips, and I see that it is indeed unusually long and limber. I realize my right hand is gripping my evident approval through my pants. They kiss, cooing and moaning as they subtly gyrate together, and the eroticism of my life reaches a new high just from watching. Pretty girls kissing has always turned me on, as well as the sight of their bodies pressing together.

Just when I think I won’t be able to take any more, Charlotte starts kissing Lucy’s neck and, without opening her eyes, Lucy says, “Why don’t you pull that big thing out and do something useful with it, you wanker?”

I am unsure whether this pejorative is meant as a put down or just an accurate description of my current state, but my pants are on the floor before I can think too much about it. Charlotte is kissing down Lucy’s neck and collarbone as I climb onto the bed, pulling the blanket up and around me as I go. Charlotte pushes Lucy onto her back and I spread Lucy’s legs and kneel between them just as Charlotte starts to kiss and lick at her chest.

“Holy cow,” says Charlotte, holding both of Lucy’s globes in her hands and staring at them from mere inches away. “Have you seen these?”

“Thousands of times,” I say, pressing myself against Lucy’s heat. Charlotte pauses to spit on it, as do I, and it slips inside. Lucy’s laughter at my comment changes to a gasp as I press myself deeper into her and Charlotte returns to licking Lucy’s flushing rosebuds. Charlotte’s head is turned to one side so that I can see as Charlotte alternates between sucking each one into her mouth and flicking them with her tongue. I pull myself all the way out of Lucy and then rub against her velvety folds and her other rosebud, seeing some smooth nectar ooze out and working it around before surging forward again.

“Oh, please, give it to me,” says Lucy. “Oh...” She is squirming under Charlotte’s talented tongue work and my slow penetration. I knead Lucy’s left breast as Charlotte continues to fondle and suck the right one, and the feeling of it in my hand makes dozens of heretofore private reveries come true, even as new ones are being written in real time. I give Lucy another slow, torturous stroke to make sure she’s wet enough not to feel discomfort, and then I give in to my appetites and start to ravish her. She gasps again at the sudden sensations and then moans loudly. I massage her nipple and Charlotte moves to lick and suck it as well, then slides down to her stomach.

“So... fucking... full,” Lucy gasps as I pound in and out of her.

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There is a knock at my hotel room door, and before I can even stand up from where I sit on the edge of the bed, I hear a key card inserted into the door and the small whirring sound as the lock spins. The door clicks open as I rise, and I watch it swing inward.

It is her.

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This is all I can think as I watch her enter the room. She is six feet tall, still five inches shorter than me, but her presence is overwhelming. Her platinum blonde hair is tossed loosely over the top of her head from the left and tumbles over her right shoulder in waves, bouncing as she turns to close the door behind her. She has a small nose with almond-shaped eyes that tilt upward, capped with manicured brows that rise attractively as her clear blue eyes meet mine, and a trace of amusement crosses her face. Her full lips part to show white teeth that flash in a smile that is self-aware and hungry. Her chin rises as she looks at me levelly, standing two paces away as we drink each other in.

She is wearing the same white bikini top I first saw her in an hour ago down by the hotel pool. It looks no less appealing now than it did in the golden sunshine, contrasting with her bronzed skin as she lay back, her generous curves somehow refusing to disappear, even though she was reclining in a deck chair. She wears low-rise swim shorts below the waist, cut so high that they bare all of her thighs nearly to the bikini line in front, and just exposing some of her most valuable assets in the back. Her long, perfectly formed legs taper down to the white, strappy high heeled sandals she wears, adding an intensifying effect to the already surreal picture of femininity that stands before me.

I realize that my mouth is open and shut it. Her smile widens.

“No snappy comebacks now, hey Tiger?” she says.

I grin helplessly, my eyes flying over her figure as she moves toward me. Her presence is exquisite, projecting an indisputable confidence as she walks, filling the air around us with a dazzling energy that makes me lightheaded. I regain focus in time to realize that she seems to be sizing me up with similar interest, evidenced externally as she gently bites her lip, triggering a flutter in my stomach that is positively exhilarating. She locks eyes with me and I feel, more than see, the rest of the world fade away around us. When she reaches the place where I stand, she doesn’t stop at the invisible line that society at large has collectively agreed upon as acceptable. She breezes through the remainder of de-escalating boundaries until her legs are pressed against mine, every inch of her applying delicious pressure to my trembling nervous system. She tilts her head back and rises on tiptoe to kiss me, and I bend my head to oblige. She puts her slender hands delicately on either side of my head, splitting her fingers around my ears, three underneath and index finger on top, her thumbs resting in the hollows of my temples, gently pulling my head to meet hers. Our lips touch for the first time and there is the slight electric tingle of static electricity discharging between us. I feel her giggle through her soft lips as they press against mine. The kiss is a gentle thing, close-lipped and almost chaste, belying none of the intensity I feel in her body as my hands slide down her smooth, warm back toward her shorts. She rises up even further on her toes as my hands find the distinct texture of the fabric, encouraging my hands to continue their expedition. She pulls back slightly from the kiss and I open my eyes to see lights dancing in hers as she smiles. Apparently she got what she wanted from that exploratory first kiss. She licks her lips and makes a sound I can only describe as a purr of satisfaction, and I feel a wave undulate through her body as she arches her back and shivers slightly, closing her eyes with the private pleasure of the moment.

I bend to kiss her more ardently, and she allows it. I trace the edges of her shorts with my middle finger and then slowly pull up on the firm flesh, letting it drop before reaching around again and grabbing her more fully. She rises to meet my kiss, showing me with her body that she is just as present in this moment as I am. I am throbbing, heart racing, I can feel my pulse in my eyes and hear it in my ears. I realize I need to calm down if I’m going to have any hope of a real chance with this woman, but as I attempt to pull back ever so slightly, she bites down on my lip and applies pressure to both sides of my head with her heretofore gentle hands.

“No, no,” she murmurs. “I want you all the way. No holding back. As long as it lasts, I want you all in for me.”

As she says this, she softens against me in an act of palpable surrender, in case I didn’t know what she meant.

“Besides,” she whispers, moving her mouth so close to my ear that I feel as much as hear her breath whispering huskily past it, “we can always go again later.”

I feel a shock of arousal so elemental that even lust is too civilized a description. I scoop her up, lifting her into the air and bringing her to my eye level in one smooth motion. She wraps her legs around my waist enthusiastically and kisses me with the same fervor I feel for her. Her lips part for the first time, unleashing her tongue, and it thrills me beyond what I thought a kiss could give. She is no longer testing, she is tasting me, preparatory to consuming me, and I long to be consumed. I long to be joined with her, forging a union I pray will never be parted again. I take a step forward and pin her against the wall, and the primordial fervor of our passion grows further. Her arms are wrapped around my neck and her legs wrapped around my waist so tightly; I have never felt this desire, this need from another human being directed at me. We kiss ferociously, like two animals locked in a deadly mating ritual and completely in its grasp.

I hold her hips against the wall and plant my hands on both sides of her shoulders, feeling the rough texture of the wallpaper beneath my palms. My mouth dives down to her exquisite neckline, kissing my way down her jaw and finding the tendons that stand out along her neck. She is reluctant to let me break our kiss, I can feel this, but she allows it, like a lioness permitting a new master of the pride to explore her body as is his right. One of the string ties of her bikini is there by her neck and I pull it with my teeth. It drops down, revealing the early crest hidden beneath, but the fabric catches, refusing to slide all the way off. The way I’m positioned against her, I am unable to reach her top with my mouth. She sees my frustration and laughs a wild and untamed laugh at my consternation.

I pin her to the wall with my hips and use one hand to flick the troublesome garment away. Her magnificent, perfectly formed figure is revealed at last. I put my hands on either side of her ribcage and pull her up further on the wall, all the better to reach her with my mouth. I lick and suck and nibble as she squirms and moans under my ministrations. Her hands are in my hair, wrapped around the back of my head, and her nails are dancing across my scalp. My most primitive parts ache to be set free and consummate this waking dream before it slips away.

I flip her around and throw her backward onto the bed. She doesn’t squeal or cry out, she lands with composure and maintains eye contact as I go to my hands and knees. Her hair is spread out across the coverlet just below the pillows, and her body quivers gently with my motion on the mattress. Her hands find the ties on my shorts as I approach and she yanks the waistband down as I near her. I kick them off and my body leads the way to where it wants to be as I crawl over her. She reaches for me, her hands pampering my senses as I lean down to kiss her again. Her touch is unlike that of other girls. It is a unique sensation, as though she is once again exploring me, learning the terrain of her newly claimed territory. She kisses me deeply, swirling her tongue around mine and swiping it across my lips while she takes what she wants. I reach down and unsnap her shorts, and she lets go of me reluctantly so that I can focus on eliminating the final piece of cloth between us. I pull the shorts down and get the first view of my new regent. I slide my hands up her calves and thighs, kissing as I go, gently advancing toward my new home. She accepts willingly and allows me to approach, trailing small, dry kisses as I go.

Though part of my mind is yammering with shock and questioning whether any of this is really happening, I ignore it and lean in to graze her belly with my lips and work my way down. Her breath is picking up in earnest, her chest heaving deliciously, and I wish I had more time to give the other parts of her the attention they deserve, but there is an insistence in the air. I focus where I am instead, flickering my tongue out ever so gently, and she gasps. I wet my middle finger in my mouth and guide it down, finding her very wet already, and flick my tongue out once more. She moans and I see her grasping handfuls of the bedsheets, writhing as I deftly continue to tease her.

“Oh god, I need you,” she says, her first words breaking the breathless silence of the past few minutes.

“You have me,” I say, giving her a good lick over the place that seems to rile her most.

She gasps again and I slide up her body, pausing to lick and suck briefly as I pass. Her hands are in her hair and her back is arched as I kiss her jawline again. I never knew a neck could be so alluring until I see hers bared to me now. Her hand finds my chin and she holds me still and looks into my eyes.

“I want you to be mine, Tiger,” she says. There is not a trace of command in her tone, no impetuous pout or entitled insistence. She is stating her desire openly, and by so doing, giving me a choice.

“Yes, ma’am,” I say seriously.

She smiles and licks her palm, then wraps her hand around my life-force and coats it in preparation. I angle my hips and line them up with hers, and she guides me home. I thrust gently, sliding into her tight wetness and feeling her hot, velvety embrace. We both sigh and I withdraw, then slide in again. The feeling is exquisite, and I realize I’m not going to last long at all. I try to cast my mind out into the world and away from my body so that I don’t cut short this state of nirvana.

“Relax,” she whispers, looking into my eyes and catching my gaze. I see that she is looking past my facade and into what lies beneath, though I don’t understand how. I realize that I am holding myself up and off from her so that our only point of contact is a portion of our thighs and the warmth of our thrumming connection. “Let yourself go. Lay on me.”

I physically relax my muscles and bring myself back to the moment.

“There,” she says as my hips rest on hers. Our stomachs press together and her flesh forms itself to my chest. “Now, let go and give it to me,” she says. Sensing the unspoken objection in my eyes, she repeats, “We can go again after.”

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