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    He glanced over. The envelope was there on the night stand, as usual. Ten crisp hundred-dollar bills.
    Damn, he wanted a smoke, and he hadn't even fucked her yet.
    "Is someone there?" Nancy Carlton said. Her frightened housewife voice. "Who are you? What do you want?" She lifted her head from the pillow slightly, as if listening, but she didn't turn over or take off the sleep mask.
    His cue. He unbuckled his belt, slid it out, let it drop, mostly for the sound. He'd had to drive all the way to Coachella to find a belt with one of those huge Chalino buckles that would make a thud even on this carpet.
    "No te muevas," he said softly. "Si te mueves o gritas yo tender que hacerte daño."
    She'd wanted it in Spanish, of course. If you move or scream I'll have to hurt you. He didn't even speak Spanish . . . ...read more

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    He glanced over. The envelope was there on the night stand, as usual. Ten crisp hundred-dollar bills.
    Damn, he wanted a smoke, and he hadn't even fucked her yet.
    "Is someone there?" Nancy Carlton said. Her frightened housewife voice. "Who are you? What do you want?" She lifted her head from the pillow slightly, as if listening, but she didn't turn over or take off the sleep mask.
    His cue. He unbuckled his belt, slid it out, let it drop, mostly for the sound. He'd had to drive all the way to Coachella to find a belt with one of those huge Chalino buckles that would make a thud even on this carpet.
    "No te muevas," he said softly. "Si te mueves o gritas yo tender que hacerte daño."
    She'd wanted it in Spanish, of course. If you move or scream I'll have to hurt you. He didn't even speak Spanish . . .
    He almost smiled, then got under control. Grim, menacing. "No te mueves . . ." He unzipped his jeans, didn't take them off. Mrs. Carlton liked the feel of the zipper biting her thighs. He knelt on the bed, repeated the magic phrase. "Si te mueves o gritas . . ." Even now he wasn't sure he had it exactly right, but what the hell, it made her wet.
    "Who are you?" she whispered. "What are you doing? Oh, my God! Please, no!"
    He threw off the sheet, flipped her onto her back, lifted her gown. The rough stuff was getting easier. Nancy Carlton and her pathetic charade. "Acuerdate," he said. "¿No hables o gritas. Verdad, que no quieres que te haga dano?" It startled him. He'd never made it sound so real.
    She put her hand to her mouth, shook her head, whimpering.
    Her whole damn life was pathetic, a travesty. Rich bitch, trapped behind gates. Portly husband out in his cart, clueless. Or maybe not.
    But when he pulled out his dick, he knew he was in trouble. Shit. Couldn't even slip on a condom like this. He took it from his pocket, already out of the wrapper. Clients hated this reality. After the initial flash of his health card, he tried to keep the process as unobtrusive as possible. Preparation and dexterity is what it took, and practice. At least Mrs. Carlton never watched.
    He had maybe ten seconds to get hard. Pussy. Think pussy. Right there staring at him. Concentrate. He closed his eyes, thought of Linda, his old girlfriend, his ace in the hole. She'd gotten him through more than one of these occupational hazards. Linda taking him in her mouth like he was the world's last Popsicle, her eyes grinning up at him, loving it. How long since he'd had a blowjob? Never at work, that's sure.
    He looked at Mrs. Carlton lying there, starting to wonder, probably. Concentrate. Linda with her long legs wrapping around him. Linda straddling his face. He remembered her scent, gave himself a few strokes. There. Maybe. He managed the condom, then pushed in, felt himself get harder. Not rock hard, but...
    "Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, yes, do it! Like that! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
    He lifted her hips, was getting his rhythm now, pounding the way she liked, when there was a scratching and whining at the door. At first he thought she might be too far into it to notice, but the whining grew louder, then yelping. Damn dog.
    "Mitsy? Is that Mitsy? Why isn't she in here?" She stopped thrusting, put her hand on his chest, and he felt himself wither. click to close

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    Larry was hung — I swear, this Marine had a tank between his legs. Luckily, Cecilia was already in Bud's lap, her ass dribbling like a basketball, giving him a fantastic ride.
    I felt it was my patriotic duty to take the missile before me into my mouth. I got up on my knees, grasped his ass cheeks and swallowed this Marine whole. He groaned as I worked my way up and down his hard shaft, his hands sliding through my hair.
    There are no words to describe what it was like to have this mouthful of masculinity pressing against the back of my throat. I mean, this cock should win an award or be donated to the Smithsonian. Believe me, I've had a lot of dick and seen all shapes and sizes even in the ridiculous porn Bud is addicted to, so I know what I'm talking about.
    I held the base of Larry's weapon in one hand and massaged his sack with the other. Wet smacking sounds, Bud's familiar groans, Cecilia's soft squeals and Larry's pleasure-filled hum resounded in my ears. The music took a backseat to the opus of sex we played with our respective instruments. ...read more

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    Larry was hung — I swear, this Marine had a tank between his legs. Luckily, Cecilia was already in Bud's lap, her ass dribbling like a basketball, giving him a fantastic ride.
    I felt it was my patriotic duty to take the missile before me into my mouth. I got up on my knees, grasped his ass cheeks and swallowed this Marine whole. He groaned as I worked my way up and down his hard shaft, his hands sliding through my hair.
    There are no words to describe what it was like to have this mouthful of masculinity pressing against the back of my throat. I mean, this cock should win an award or be donated to the Smithsonian. Believe me, I've had a lot of dick and seen all shapes and sizes even in the ridiculous porn Bud is addicted to, so I know what I'm talking about.
    I held the base of Larry's weapon in one hand and massaged his sack with the other. Wet smacking sounds, Bud's familiar groans, Cecilia's soft squeals and Larry's pleasure-filled hum resounded in my ears. The music took a backseat to the opus of sex we played with our respective instruments.
    Larry's thighs began to tremble. He was losing his balance, so I reluctantly gave up my buffet. He grabbed my hands, that loopy grin as wide as the Atlantic, and pulled me to my feet. He guided me to the other side of the hotel room . . .
    My gash was seeping and up to the challenge. Bud's hot rod is big, but this was going to be more meat in my oven than I'd ever dreamed of. I shimmied my hips as he entered me, clutched the blanket in my grip, and pushed my face into the pillow to mute the ecstatic scream that blasted out of me. Larry slapped my ass playfully, not too hard but just enough to dissipate the delirious pain in my pussy. He kept spanking as he reached his free arm around my body. His fingers began circling my swollen nub . . .
    Bud and Cecilia no longer existed. All that mattered was Larry's tank storming my wicked, wanting barracks. The bed smacked against the wall, and I began pounding it with my fists, "More! More! More!" I cried.
    "Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!" Larry grunted like a drill sergeant.
    He now worked his fingers hard against my clit, and I could feel my orgasm about to explode. Again, I buried my face is the pillow and wailed, shuddering and quaking, as his rocket erupted and what felt like a quart of hot semen shot into me.
    He collapsed on the bed beside me, our bodies slick with sweat, our breathing rough and ragged. Eventually I regained a sense of reality just in time to hear Bud's familiar howl of ecstasy and Cecilia's lusty cries. click to close

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    That night they were so full of emotion, at first they lay still. Then he leaned up in the dark and kissed her shoulder, her breast, and then her scars. He moved down and kissed her belly, and laid his face there as if listening for a code. His face tipped down. His tongue gently probed then slid inside her, moving back and forth, so little satellites exploded in her brain. A radiance ran down her spine.
    She moaned, and grasped his head with both hands and he kept probing with his tongue, as if there were something inside her he must find, something that would give him answers. Her moans became protracted until she shouted out. Finally, Niki reared up on his knees, and laid his chest warm on hers, letting their skin experience the static poem of texture, rough and smooth, dark and light, the minor symphony of sound, skin rubbing skin. The miracle of that skin expanding and contracting, fever-flushed, then chilled. ...read more

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    That night they were so full of emotion, at first they lay still. Then he leaned up in the dark and kissed her shoulder, her breast, and then her scars. He moved down and kissed her belly, and laid his face there as if listening for a code. His face tipped down. His tongue gently probed then slid inside her, moving back and forth, so little satellites exploded in her brain. A radiance ran down her spine.
    She moaned, and grasped his head with both hands and he kept probing with his tongue, as if there were something inside her he must find, something that would give him answers. Her moans became protracted until she shouted out. Finally, Niki reared up on his knees, and laid his chest warm on hers, letting their skin experience the static poem of texture, rough and smooth, dark and light, the minor symphony of sound, skin rubbing skin. The miracle of that skin expanding and contracting, fever-flushed, then chilled.
    Then Ana reached down and gently wrapped her hand around him, guiding him. The outline of his shoulders hunched in concentration as he lowered himself farther and, moving gently, found his way. Her legs went up around his chest, she arched her back, then pulled him closer.
    "Niki."
    His hands under her buttocks, he moved inside her until he was deep as he could be. They slowed down then, rocking back and forth in rhythm while he crooned softly, memorializing this moment, him and her, and this, and this, nothing more. His pace changed, quickening, and Ana clung to him, feeling the sudden cataracts, the spasms. Then he was shouting, his words seeming to run ahead of him.
    "I am yours. I am so very yours." click to close

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    Then she turned and walked back towards him. He was still sitting on the fridge. As she came closer he wondered when she was going to stop. She only did when she reached him and her tongue was in his mouth and her fingers playing roughly with his hair. Even then she pressed so hard against him that he thought she was trying to force her way through his body and out the other side. When she finally pulled back, her coat fell open and her breasts hung before him, even more perfect than he had ever imagined. As he stroked and squeezed them he felt so bewildered that he could almost have run away. He tried to gaze romantically into her eyes, but her head was always turned away, or her eyes shut tight. She pulled him around as if he were a rag doll, shifting him into position. Without knowing how it happened, he found himself inside her. He felt her warmth and kissed her face as she slipped up and down, breathing deeply, growling slightly and scratching his skin with her long nails. Her thighs were the softest things he had ever felt. As he kissed her neck and played with her right nipple, her head flew back, her hat fell off and she howled. It was over for both of them, and with a last gentle, lingering kiss, she dismounted, pulled his clothes back into place, and without once letting him see her eyes, picked up her hat and vanished into the rubbish. As the final strands of her hair slipped from his fingers, his look of disbelief changed into a smile that didn't leave his face until he was back in his flat and drifting back to sleep with her scent clinging to his skin.

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    They were in bed, they were kissing. She kissed the raised bump of his cheek and black eye. He kept touching her face like a man feigning blindness. Then he couldn't stop licking and sucking her breasts. The sensation of holding her waist and kissing them became an imperative, an animal pressure, and the singularity of his ardour seemed to cause her to tense up. She set her fingertips gently on his cheek and pushed his head up to her lips. The sheets came off the bed. Danny felt as if he was grazing on her. She was lying on her back, and he was above her. He moved down the bed, kissing her breasts and mahogany stomach and the hair of her mound. He wet his lips and kissed again, pushing his tongue further down.
    "What are you doing?" Ellen asked suddenly, in a calm but loaded voice. Danny looked up the length of her. Her breasts lying lazy and full, her eyes on him.
    "I'm going down on you." Danny kissed her belly button lightly. It was like an eyelid, tightly shut.
    "Don't do that... Why are you doing that?"
    "I want to." She was silent.
    "Just for one minute. If you don't like it, I'll stop." ...read more

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    They were in bed, they were kissing. She kissed the raised bump of his cheek and black eye. He kept touching her face like a man feigning blindness. Then he couldn't stop licking and sucking her breasts. The sensation of holding her waist and kissing them became an imperative, an animal pressure, and the singularity of his ardour seemed to cause her to tense up. She set her fingertips gently on his cheek and pushed his head up to her lips. The sheets came off the bed. Danny felt as if he was grazing on her. She was lying on her back, and he was above her. He moved down the bed, kissing her breasts and mahogany stomach and the hair of her mound. He wet his lips and kissed again, pushing his tongue further down.
    "What are you doing?" Ellen asked suddenly, in a calm but loaded voice. Danny looked up the length of her. Her breasts lying lazy and full, her eyes on him.
    "I'm going down on you." Danny kissed her belly button lightly. It was like an eyelid, tightly shut.
    "Don't do that... Why are you doing that?"
    "I want to." She was silent.
    "Just for one minute. If you don't like it, I'll stop."
    "I feel a bit naked or something."
    Danny pulled the covers back up off the ground and over them. In his little tent he moved her legs apart and knelt in between them. Stroking her stomach with the tip of one finger, he leant down to kiss between her legs. She was already wet. He began to kiss the tiny part of her, and to work his tongue around it in wider and smaller circles. Eventually he took it all in his mouth and began to suck it. He pushed both his hands down under her smooth round ass. The sheet was coming off them again and he could hear her breathing. He lifted her up, into his mouth, her thighs pressing against his shoulders, and started, gently, to rock back and forwards. She pulled a pillow over her face. He worked his middle finger in until it touched the soft knot of her ass. Immediately she squirmed up off him.
    "Oi, don't do that."
    "Sorry, sorry." He readjusted and went back to kissing between her legs but Ellen gave a different kind of sigh. A pissed-off, you've-spoilt-the-moment sigh. "Sorry," he said, lamely, again.
    "Just come here."
    Danny moved up the bed on all fours. He felt he was prowling suddenly, some big cat. He arched his back and purred. Ellen laughed.
    "Come here." She pulled him down to her. "Your face stinks of me."
    "I know. It's lovely."
    "I'm not kissing you." She licked the side of his neck and Danny realized his cock was pressing into her groove. Ellen felt it. Danny pushed very slightly, experimentally.
    "Gentle."
    "Sorry."
    "Stop saying sorry."
    "Je suis désolée."
    "Go slowly."
    They were both breathing rawly and she made little whimpers when he pushed too hard. He had to place his hands under her shoulders to stop her sliding up from under him.
    "Am I hurting you?"
    "A little. Slow down a bit."
    I can't go any slower, Danny was thinking, but said, "Do you want me to stop?"
    "Have you got a condom?"
    "Yes, somewhere. Shit, hold on."
    "I'm not going anywhere."
    Danny jumped up and walked into the bathroom. He turned on the light over the mirror and pulled out the packet of condoms in his washbag. He grabbed one and returned to the bedroom, ripping open its blue foil cover. Ellen was watching him, grinning.
    "Sorry," she said.
    "No, you're right. Stupid of me."
    He kneeled on the bed beside her and put it on. She pulled him back down to her and said, "Now, where were we?"
    "Here. I think we were just here."
    "Are you all in?"
    "Nearly."
    Danny tried to hold on. Their eyes kept meeting and making a channel between them, a rushing of something like wonder. Her almost gaze. There was nothing left to protect or defend. Danny tried to hold on. He moved his right hand from under her shoulder to her breast and cupped it, kissing the nipple. He had suddenly misjudged it, whimpered and came. She dragged a nail up his spine and he shivered, rested on his elbows and grinned at her. She grinned back. Danny couldn't remember smiling as much in bed before. click to close