Justin had Suzanne stand by while he went to one of the nightstands and picked up a remote from it. He hit a button on the remote. A little whooshing sound behind her startled Suzanne a bit and made her look to the fireplace, where a fire had leapt into being, on command. She looked back at Justin and smiled. He hit another button on the remote. The lights overhead went out, while the lamps on the nightstands and another lamp mounted on the wall directly over the bed flicked on. They lit up with a half-dimmed glow that made the bed a spot of soft golden light in the darkness. Justin and Suzanne stood together in the muted half-dark around the bed.
“Take off your clothes,” he said. “Except your underthings. Put them there on the sofa.”
“Would you like me to keep my shoes on?” she asked.
“No,” he said, “that’s a human male thing. I’ve never understood human men’s fetish for women in those heels. Those heels are only for show. Otherwise, when it comes to the most important thing, it’s not what’s on a female’s feet that interest me. Take them off.”
Appreciating this—sometimes having to have a man take her with only her shoes on was one of her least favorite parts of the work she did—Suzanne began to undress as he said. As she slipped out of her gown, she fixed her eyes on the sight she had been waiting to see from the moment she first opened his file. Justin Gates undressed for her.
He deposited his clothing on one of the luxurious chairs. Mesmerized, she watched him strip off tie and jacket and shirt, revealing the marvelous musculature of his upper body. His shoes and socks went next. Then went his slacks. And there he stood before her, the way she’d seen him in his poolside shots and his gym pictures: Justin Gates wearing almost nothing, clad in nothing but a silk thong whose contents so bulged it that Suzanne should not have been surprised if it snapped clean off from the stress. The pictures had not lied, nor had they been doctored. What lay within that thong was enormous. They had talked about her modeling earlier, but Justin himself could have made a killing as a fitness model. He was everything that a man ought to be and he knew how to show it.
Suzanne resisted the urge to lick her lips at the sight of him, though she wondered if, being the kind of creature he was, Justin would actually mind. She was about to be taken by a man with the perfect face and a body beyond perfection. Before her, as she had seen on her Mac, stood Thor. And Captain America. And Superman. They were all one and the same in this room tonight. And Justin was going to do the most heroic things to her with the hammer wrapped up in that thong.
She was going to have her work cut out for her and then some this weekend.
He held out his hand, extending a mighty, massive arm to her. “Come to me,” he said.
Suzanne obeyed, striding over on her bare feet. She took his hand and he pulled her commandingly to him. He pulled her close and into a kiss, a hard, deep, wet kiss of full-on desire and unmistakable intention; a kiss that told her that from now until two mornings hence, she belonged to him and he would have her. She welcomed the kiss with her parted lips and open arms, yielding to him from the first second. He would know her total submission, which she would give gladly—so very gladly.
“Touch me all over,” he told her. “Everywhere.”
The unspoken command was, Worship my body, and Suzanne hardly needed to be asked. Continuing to kiss her, Justin ran his big, strong, warm hands up and down her body and she did the same to him, lingering and clutching at his bare ass—not his “bear” ass—which felt utterly fantastic. He parted the kiss but kept her close, and undid her bra, letting it fall to the floor at their feet. Then he slid his hands to her hips and pulled at the waistline of her panties, taking them down to her thighs. His hands on the bare skin of her hips and thighs lit a fire in her to match the one in the hearth. His breath on her face and neck and shoulders felt equally hot.
Justin dropped to one knee and continued pulling her panties down to her ankles, and let her step out of them. He left her panties on the floor and felt his way up her thighs until he reached her pubic hair, and beneath it the entrance to his destination for the weekend. His fondling and stroking of her pubes made that destination grow moist. Suzanne tossed back her head and breathed in deeply, ready—so ready—for anything and everything that Justin wanted to do to her. The rustling of his fingers through her pubes was like the passing of a bear’s paw through the thicket of a forest as he explored it. She would become his territory tonight.
He stood up again and with a single, sure gesture, he pulled away his thong. He tossed it away and Suzanne looked down with growing rapture at the immense Sequoia trunk of male flesh that fell free from where the silk pouch had been. A distant voice at the back of her mind enthusiastically shouted, Timberrrrr…! Justin’s cock was like that of her old werewolf boyfriend, but bigger—way, way bigger. At the thought of him putting that tremendous thing in her all weekend, Suzanne honestly wondered if perhaps she should be paying him.
Also like her boyfriend, Justin was uncircumcised, another difference between metamorph men and many of their human counterparts. Morphs had no taboos about foreskin, and Justin’s was ample, covering the bluntness of his glans when he stroked and pulled at it to whet her appetite for it.
“Feel my dick,” he told her. “I’m going to be sticking it in you all weekend; get to know it. Feel it. And my balls.”
She did. Closing her hand around that gigantic trunk, Suzanne now could no longer suppress a shudder of anticipated, awesome delight, and she knew that he could feel her trembling. No doubt every woman that he took to bed gave him the same tremor as she prepared to submit to him.
Justin felt and groped her breasts, ran his fingers through the long, long fall of thick and wavy blonde hair that fell down her back, and caressed her bottom. “I feel safe and confident telling you this,” he said. ““I’ve spent my life on two things: business and fucking, not always in that order. I take my fucking as seriously as I take my business. I’ve been to bed wth more females than I can count: dozens of them, your kind and mine and others. I’ve fucked so many, more than I can remember. But I think you may be the most beautiful one I’ve ever had. You have perfect tits and a perfect ass, and I’ll bet your little honey pot down there is even better. You know how bears love honey, don’t you?”
She grinned with total and utter arousal and threw herself into another long, wet kiss, while keeping one hand on the immensity between his legs. At the end of the kiss, with Suzanne tugging at his gigantic root, Justin said, “I think I’m going to enjoy fucking you the most of all.” And he pulled her into a kiss like a forest fire.
Giving herself into it once again, Suzanne wrapped both arms around him, releasing his unbelievable dick for the moment, and brought up one thigh around his hip. He clutched her raised thigh and her bottom and kissed her more deeply, feeding her his tongue, which she eagerly sucked in the expectation of sucking something even more wonderful. Then Justin lifted her from the floor and Suzanne instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, letting him carry her to bed. The rustle and bristle of the hard, hair-covered plate of his pecs and abs against her skin made her almost dizzy with delight.
Justin sat her down on the edge of the bed and stayed there on his knees to take one of her breasts in each hand. “Damn,” he half grunted, “such sexy tits.” She breathed deeply at his firm and rhythmic clutching of her breasts and the way he turned up one corner of his mouth sexily at the hardening of her nipples. She ran her arms up and down the huge cannons of his muscular arms, lingering on the colossal, round hardness of his biceps. His muscles were intoxicating: so hard, so perfect, jacketed in smooth male flesh. He felt like all the manhood that Suzanne could ever need in her life.
And speaking of manhood, it was time now for what Suzanne had been awaiting the most. Justin stood back up again, presenting his full glory to her. He had the most mythical kind of erection, the kind of hard-on that a woman usually only heard about in stories. It was that gigantic, the largest she had ever seen. This was going to be the greatest—and the most delicious—challenge of her escorting life. And she was ready for it.
Justin put the fingers of one hand under Suzanne’s chin and lifted her face. With the other hand he pulled back the foreskin of his monster cock, and moved the head of it to her lips.
He did not put it into her mouth at first. Justin was thoroughly aware of the size of his member, and the thousands of times he had used it with countless women had taught him exactly what to do with it. He knew that if he took a woman’s mouth and moved it to her throat with too much strength, too much aggression, he could choke or even seriously injure his partner.
Oral sex for him was necessarily a delicate thing. It would be all the more pleasurable for the time and care that he took with it. He began by playing the tip of his root across her lips, glossing them with the abundant, salty man-sap that exuded from its wide and yawning duct. This reminded Suzanne of another wonderful thing about sex with a morph: they produced more pre-semen during foreplay and more cream when they ejaculated than a human. She wondered how she could have gone all these years since college, never going to bed with another metamorph. Tasting the sap from Justin’s limb, Suzanne remembered what she’d been missing all this time. Clutching at his titanic thighs, she licked the salty liquid from his opening and swirled her tongue around the massive, blunt glans that was a hot purplish color, surrounded by the fleshy wreath of his foreskin. He sifted his fingers through his hair and groaned at her: “Oh, you’re just sexy, aren’t you? Mmm, you want this big dick? You want it?”
She rolled her eyes up at him, licking away at his glans, she nodded: “Mm-hmm…”
“Here it comes, baby,” he said. “Get ready.”
Experience had taught Suzanne that she had truly best prepare herself for what she was about to receive. She had been to bed with her share of well-endowed men, but now she saw all of them as just warm-up and practice for Justin. Her college boyfriend was hung thick, and the first thing she learned about giving oral sex to such a man was that it had a way of leaving her lower jaw aching afterwards until she grew accustomed to his size. She could only guess that pleasuring Justin would leave her jaw as sore as it had been after her first time with her old boyfriend.
Suzanne did not care. Justin was a thing of ultimate beauty. She would take whatever he gave and whatever he demanded, and have no regrets about it. There could be no regrets from knowing such utter perfection. She parted her lips and let the tip of her tongue come forth like a pink carpet to welcome him. Gazing up into his handsomeness again, she saw him smile wickedly as he slid that fantastically thick root along the carpet of her tongue and slowly, carefully moved his dick into her mouth.
Suzanne stretched her mouth as wide as she could to receive him. She moved her hands up and grasped his awesome ass, allowing him to fill her mouth with a couple of inches more than half his length. That was as much as she could take without gagging, and Justin could feel it in the tension in her muscles and the rigid way she held her head in place.
He knew better than to expect her to swallow any more of him; the head of his cock must already be at the entrance of her throat. He had yet to encounter the woman who could deep-throat him, but Suzanne was already taking him as deeply as any other woman ever had. He felt the vibration of her moaning at the way his meat filled her mouth, and he held it in place, letting her gorge herself on it. Then, to his utter amazement, she moved her head forward a little more, taking another inch!
His muscles and senses cried out with wonder and joy. He tossed his head back, sinking his fingers into her hair, and shouted, “Oh, FUCK YES!” His voice turned ragged and breathless from the way Suzanne was consuming him, actually taking more of his cock than any other woman he had ever met. He was in a world of awe at her beauty and her skill.
“Oh, shit,” he panted and whined at her, petting her head and letting her continue to devour him as he had never been devoured before. “Holy shit, you are incredible. Oh yeah…oh yeah, suck it…”
Feverish with delight, Justin let Suzanne take complete control of the act. With sexy care and finesse, she slid her mouth back and forth along the huge and throbbing length of his shaft, relishing the sounds he made, as if he would truly go mad from the way she sucked him. She thought she would go mad along with him: for his penis and the pleasure that she drew from it were beyond anything that she ever thought she would know.
She took her time with him, not only for her safety but for the maximum delight that sucking it could bring her. While indulging herself in his wondrous wood, Suzanne took one hand from his ass and sought the other part of his treasure, the ample and bulbous sac of balls at his base. They were huge to match his cock, a pair of large, ripe and succulent berries wrapped up in their soft and hairy pouch.
His sac was the only soft part of his body, and it was as delicious to touch as the rest of him. It filled her hand as his prodigious and pulsing member filled her mouth. She squeezed it carefully, tenderly, matching the rhythm of her stroking his dick between her lips, bringing forth sounds of manly rapture from him. Already she was feeling the strain in her jaws from having to keep her mouth open wide enough for him. Again, she did not care.
Justin almost sounded as if he would burst into sobs from her devouring him, but after long, luscious minutes of it, he somehow found the voice to gasp out, “I want to taste you. Lie down; let me taste you…”
As much as it pained her to have his monstrous thing in her mouth, it pained Suzanne even more in a way to let it slip free. She wanted it so much. But she wanted just as much to know what he could do to her down below, first with his lips and fingers and tongue, then with what she had just feasted on. She released his dick and let him lean her down and spread her backwards across the bed.
With practiced instinct, she opened her thighs for Justin as he dropped to his knees, grunting from the lingering pleasure of her blow job, and took his fingers to the opening of her womanhood, spreading wide its pinkness and looking with pure lust at its dripping-wet readiness. He brought his face forward and enveloped it with his mouth. Suzanne went into a spasm of joy at Justin French-kissing her sex.
His tongue slipped and slurped inside her and his lips sucked at her petals, driving her quickly into an ecstatic frenzy. How many women before her had he eaten out? He was bringing his practiced expertise from going down on all of them to what he did to Suzanne now. She writhed in euphoria at the penetration and probing of his tongue inside her. She whimpered at him, a sound that wordlessly begged him not to stop. And he did not. He filled her passage with his tongue as he had filled her mouth with his cock.
Suzanne’s consciousness melted into a haze of transcendent pleasure, a pleasure that she knew would be surpassed only by what he did when at last he did to her the ultimate thing that a man could do. That still awaited her. For the moment, her world was the slipping of his tongue between her labia and into her channel. She let him possess and command her, making himself the captain of her body and her sex, and Justin would surely reward her obedience.
Sure enough, he changed the way he pleasured her to something still more wonderful. He let his tongue slither out of her and up her outer passage, where he found her womanly love handle waiting for him. He smiled, inhaling the scent of her sex, at how prominent her pink bud was. Nature had been as generous with her clit as it had been with his dick. He took the tip of his tongue to it first, sending a shock of new delight into her body, feeling her jolt at his slippery-wet touch. Then he hungrily pursed his lips and took his clit into her mouth, making Suzanne squirm and squeal.
She tossed her head at his sucking of her bud, begging him to give her more and more. He happily obliged her. Justin kept her pulpy goodness in his mouth, and for good measure he brought his fingers into play, slipping first his index finger, then his middle finger, inside where his tongue had been. Now, with Justin sucking at her bud and penetrating her with his fingers, Suzanne’s mind became a tornado of sexual rapture. She bent her knees and spread her legs apart as far as they would go, giving herself to him totally, letting her claim him with his mouth and his fingers, making herself belong to him completely.
Though she lay spread out across the bed with Justin’s Adonis-like, short-bearded face buried between her legs, Suzanne felt suspended in a sky of joy, until he lifted his head from her sex. She raised her head to see him looking up at her, licking her juices from his lips and his fingers. The sparkling look of lust in his eyes told her what was in store for her now. The ultimate moment was upon her—as Justin himself would be.
He sat upright on his knees and swiveled her legs up and over and onto the bed. Instinctively, Suzanne crawled up and backwards until her head rested on the pillows. She held her legs open for him as he climbed up with his full male magnificence. He loomed over her like a fortress of muscle and hair, his desiring eyes blazing down upon her from his inhumanly beautiful face. He brandished his mammoth cock like the weapon of raw sexuality that it was, and thumbed at the parted petals of her sex, preparing her for his greatest conquest of her body.
She prepared herself for a pleasure that she knew would be beyond her comprehension. Justin moved the end of his erect weapon to her pink and glistening target. He put the tip of it into her, making her gasp. Then, with a lusty animal smile, he slid his ginormous log all the way into her warm honey pot, with one long, maddeningly dizzy stroke.
His insertion was like a thermonuclear explosion of pleasure inside her. Penetrated from labia to womb, stretched inside more than any other man had ever stretched her, filled more than any other man had ever filled her, Suzanne could not restrain herself. She screamed, a scream of joy beyond all manly or womanly ken.
Knowing full well what he was doing to her, what he had done to more women than he could remember before her, Justin lay himself down on top of the screaming, sobbing Suzanne. She wrapped her arms and legs helplessly around him, the prisoner of pleasure beyond all reason, impaled on his gigantic prong. And Justin began to do to her what he roared out into the sex-charged air: “FUUUCCCKKK…!”
The fucking that followed was epic. Justin pounded his colossal wood inside Suzanne with a force that rattled her bones and the bed alike. She clung to him and screamed under him, tightening her limbs around him to match the tightness of her inner walls around that incredibly huge, incredibly stiff rod. It felt like too much pleasure for her body to contain.
She clutched desperately at his shoulders, fearing that she might actually faint from being drilled and plundered by a penis so immense while pinned and crushed beneath a body of virtually superhuman muscle. The rustling and bristling of his chest and ab hair against her breasts, nipples, and stomach made it feel that much more insane.
The pounding and thundering of his crotch against her mound and the ramming of his enormous cylinder inside her were overwhelming. As incredible as his body and the force of his thrusting was the fact that she could remain conscious while he did it. Suzanne’s voice turned to loud, tearless sobs. She wept without tears at him: “Oh, Justin…oh yes… Oh YES…OH MY GOD, YES…”
Her sobs mixed with the sounds of the hammer blows of his crotch upon her, and the sounds of his own almost animal grunts. When Suzanne’s outcries turned to delirious, incoherent sobs, Justin put his mouth on hers to muffle them, capturing her in a burning kiss while melting their privates together with the relentless plunging and hammering of his monstrous maleness inside her. He made her feel as if he would tear her to pieces with the size of his meat and the force of his banging. And, with her only remaining shred of reason, Suzanne welcomed it as she welcomed everything else about him.
Pulling away from the kiss, Justin reared up on his elbows and kept hammering away with his massiveness into her depths, grunting and growling at her like the predatory beast that he was inside.
“Don’t stop,” she cried, pleading, clutching madly at the hairy masses of his pecs. “Don’t take it out; oh God…” And in the midst of sexual madness, she pushed up at him, matching her up-thrust to his stroke, begging for him with her body as she begged with her words.
Justin rammed his pole into her with all his might. “FUCK!” he roared, feeling the tremor in both her body and the bed. He slammed himself into her again just as hard, roaring again, “FUCK! UUUHHH…!”
Suzanne’s surrender was complete. She had no power in this bed except the will to submit. Whimpering and sobbing on, she let Justin have his way, letting him slam his uncanny cock in and out of her, dissolving inside into a pool of bliss.
Somehow, impossibly, she felt Justin began to pump faster in and out of her, building up to the inevitable moment. His voice turned to hoarse gasps as he continued to shake both her and the bed with his relentless pounding. With his piston going in and out of her stretched and tightened wetness non-stop, he slurped wetly at her mouth and gasped out, “I’m gonna come. Shit, you’re so good; I’m gonna shoot. I’m close. I’m getting there… Here it is… Oh, shit, here it is…” With his next hard and savage thrust, he stopped and held the full length of his power tool in her. “FUCK!” he cried.
And Suzanne, lying prone, helpless, and utterly blissed out beneath him, felt Justin come. She felt the hot throb of his orgasm shudder through his penis, sheathed all the way in her. She felt the tremor of his climax ripple and roar through his muscles. She pulled his face down to her and into a molten kiss, and knew that inside her womb a colossal wave of thick, white man-milk was spilling forth from the pulsing head of his cock.
He was filling her up with it as he said he would. It would flow freely from her when at last he pulled out, and she wept a little more knowing that he would; that for a short time at least she would not feel Justin’s uncanny meat thrusting in and out of her. But she took still more pleasure in the knowledge that his climax was only a reprieve, that soon he would mount and enter and possess her again. And again and again and again…
He lay himself down breathlessly on top of her, and she massaged his shoulders with the skill of her former profession. He exhaled long and hard with his dick still in her, and together they felt it soften. They became still for a while, until Justin feared that his weight resting atop her would stifle her breathing. Then, slowly, he lifted his face back to hers and took her mouth in another long, luscious kiss.
“You are wonderful,” she whispered, collecting her senses, letting him peck at her lips. “Absolutely wonderful.”
“You are a hell of a lay,” he groaned softly back. “Did you come? I’m gonna make you come now.” He kissed her again, then started to kiss his way back down her body. Suzanne breathed slowly and deeply, accepting his lips which traced a trail of kisses on her skin, and awaited the release that he promised her.
She closed her eyes and immediately entered the zone of bliss again with the enveloping of his lips and the flicking of his tongue on the bud of her womanly delight. He took command of her pulpy switch with the same expertise as before. She sighed and cooed and squirmed deliciously at the way he licked up and down at her, and teased her back and forth, and swirled his tongue around her buzzer. Every wet gesture of his tongue showed her that he loved giving his attentions as she loved receiving them.
With Suzanne’s unconditional surrender to Justin’s desire came her ultimate reward. Giving total attention to the one place where a woman’s pleasure was the greatest, Justin took her on a soaring flight to where a woman most loved to go. Her first orgasm with him was like a sudden leap from a precipice of ecstasy into a sky of glowing joy. The glow filled her being and melted her mind.
She moaned long and loud, letting the pleasure fill her and lift her and carry her off. Her whole world became the radiance of satisfaction in her mind and the wet and sensuous play of Justin’s lips and tongue down below. She felt as if she would fly that way forever. Slowly, that forever faded back to the here and now with Justin softly, sweetly kissing the lips and folds of her sex, thanking her for a job well done.
Suzanne settled into a totally relaxed state while Justin climbed up from between her legs back onto the bed. Resting his head on the pillow beside her, he gathered her up in those big, heroic arms and pulled her into the massive, hairy pillows of his pecs. So completely blissed-out was she that it was all she could do to put an arm around him and caress his buttocks, thanking him in return for being the greatest client she had ever known. Serving him this weekend would be her privilege and her most surpassing joy.
At some point, he whispered to her, “Are you okay?”
Not wanting to take her face from his incredible chest, she kissed him on one pec and said softly back, “I’m better than okay.”
“I only ask,” he said, “because…well, I know I can be kind of overwhelming.”
She sighed at him, “That should be my worst problem. I should be overwhelmed that way all the time.”
He chuckled back at her and kissed her on top of her head. “Trust me, this weekend you will be.” And he gave her bottom a little squeeze that made a burst of delight inside her. “You get so wet inside,” he said. “I love that. Every woman feels tight to me, as big as I get down there, but I love how wet you get. That’s what I love best. Tight and really wet.”
“I almost can’t believe you’re real,” she said.
“You’ll believe it when I’m ready for the next round—which will be very soon.”
“But you’re so perfect.” She looked back up at him now, back into that mesmerizingly, hypnotically beautiful, short-bearded face. “You’re like guys in stories I used to read, movies I used to watch.”
“What guys?”
“Hercules. Samson. Those guys. You should be out somewhere in sandals and a toga with a shield and a sword, fighting dragons and monsters and mythical creatures.”
“Do I need to remind you I am a mythical creature? Werebear here, remember? I’m not those guys. I’m what those guys fight.”
“No, you’re not. You’re a hero. You’re big and strong and beautiful.” She was filled with the knowledge of how much she truly admired this man for his matchless male beauty, for his supreme accomplishments. “You’re a champion.”
“Mighty warrior, huh?” he grinned at her. “Well, I guess you can tell I’m more of a lover than a fighter. Don’t get me wrong, I can fight my battles and win them—in the office, in the boardroom, at work. But I’m at my best in bed. Right here with you, where it’s just us, our bodies together—this is where I feel like a champion.” And he kissed her, a kiss filled with meaning as much as desire.
“You know, I’m not saying all these things just because you’re the client and it’s my job,” said Suzanne. “I really mean it.” She fixed him with the most sincere, honest look that she had ever given a man in her life. It almost frightened her to know how much she truly meant what she was saying. “You’re not just a job. I knew as soon as I looked at your files—I knew you weren’t going to be just a job. I knew you’d be the best job I’ve ever had. And you are.”
Something in Justin was moved to hear her say this, more moved than he’d ever been with any other woman he’d ever bedded—and there had been so very many. How could it be that after so many women he’d taken to bed with no other compensation than the pleasure that he gave them, he could be so touched and so moved by a woman with whom the relationship was meant to be only a transaction? It seemed the most ironic moment of his life.
“I’ll tell you something,” he said. “Your ‘job’ is just getting started. And you’re going to ‘have’ me a lot more.” He pecked her on the lips. “My cock is just getting warmed up.” He kissed her again, more warmly, more deeply. “Lie back. Let me show you.”
They rolled as one, Suzanne onto her back, Justin half on top of her. He took her by one hand, kissed it, and guided it down to his crotch where the hero’s mighty weapon was stirring back into readiness for action. Licking her lips with just the tip of his tongue, Justin commanded, “Put it in you again.”
With a breath of pleasure newly rising, Suzanne tugged at Justin’s colossal length, making him all the harder, and let him maneuver himself fully onto her. With his tool, like the pillar of some ancient temple of the gods, firmly in her grasp, Suzanne moved it into place, slipping his blunt, hot, and tender glans into the slippery wetness between her labia. Justin did the rest, driving the full length and thickness of that pillar all the way into her once again. She wailed with another eruption of absolute pleasure, and again he began to pump and drive his superhuman cylinder of stony maleness inside her. She clung to him, squeezing and clutching at his shoulders, and he grunted and cursed ecstatically, banging her deep and hard like the champion that she’d called him.
Justin humped Suzanne so hard, and the Herculean musculature of his body was so powerful, that she thought he might actually fuse her into the bedspread and mattress beneath them. His volcanic kisses once again cut off and muffled her cries and screams of all-consuming passion. The beating of his gigantic meat inside her made her believe he could tear her to pieces from within and the hammer blows of his pelvis striking hers made her think she would find herself black and blue by the morning.
But the sheer ecstasy that his banging generated was beyond all imagining, beyond all reason. Suzanne felt penetrated and pounded by all the manhood in the world. His handsomeness was at once the most angelic and most devilish male face in existence, and the kisses with which he consumed her lips put her in a state of rapture from which she almost believed there could be no return.
He had what must surely be the most godlike body in existence, and he used it to set off seismic shocks of euphoria in her with the way his magnificent muscles pressed her down and the third leg of his mammoth cock slammed into her enclosing wetness. Lying under Justin, Suzanne was not being merely taken; she was being transformed into a creature of limitless joy. Letting him inside her was not work. It was a celebration of the most wonderful thing there could possibly be in life.
His voice turned hoarse with sexual abandon between kisses. Suzanne’s screams melted into long, desperate whines of sensual release. He groaned at her, sounding as if he were dying and coming to life at once: “Fuck… Oh, Suzanne, baby… Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, you’re good. God damn, you’re fucking good…” Though the pleasure that he hammered and thundered into her with each bed-shaking thrust was the very limit of what she could bear, Suzanne held on to him and thus held on to her own ability to receive him without passing out from a pleasure beyond all pleasure.
She spurred him on with kisses on his cheeks and his neck and the raking of her fingernails up and down the ripped muscles of his back. He responded by slamming his cock all the way into her and holding himself that way, igniting the fire of joy inside her over and over again. He did it repeatedly, time after time, until Suzanne again began to cry without tears under him, weeping from the impossible joy of his savage sex.
Justin started to speed up again, fucking her fast and hard, and Suzanne knew that his time must be nearing once more. She held on, imagining the racing of her blood to match the piston beats of his hardness inside her. His breaths came in long, deep grunts, and she continued running her nails over his back, not to cause pain, but to heighten the pleasure for him and thus for both of them. In a fit of euphoria, Justin groaned out, “Sexy chick… Uuuhhh, fucking sexy chick…” And he kissed her savagely and returned to holding his meat in her.
His mighty cock felt like a pillar of fire inside Suzanne’s channel. She felt her mind spinning and whirling even as she sensed his moment coming upon him. And then it hit. With a final hard slam of his meat into her, Justin roared like the bear he was, and she felt the tremendous body-quake of his orgasm.
Into her womb once again came the white deluge of his coming. They held themselves together, gasping rapturously, and Justin stayed hard inside her even as the last of his fountain of seed gushed into her. His voice turned to a long, low rumble as he settled that superhuman body back on top of her again, and all the tension went out of her arms and legs and she collapsed beneath him.
His cock was so large that even when it went flaccid it stayed part of the way inside her until he finally rolled off to one side of the bed. Suzanne’s body was as limp as his long hose of his cock, and he pulled her over to him for a post-coital embrace. They were both so delirious from this second incredible screwing that it was all Justin could do to take her fingers to her plundered sex, from which his seed exuded freely, and strum away at her clit while wetly kissing her lips. In his arms she was helpless to do anything to receive the pleasure that would bring her to her own climax. When it hit her, the electric jolt of womanly joy made her tighten her arms around him and deepen her return of his kiss, welcoming his tongue to fill her mouth. She melted into a shuddery fog of bliss in his arms, and again they lay still and quiet, tangled up together.
After they recovered from this second coupling, Justin pulled himself up from the bed. Suzanne, still half-dizzy from the sexual pounding she had taken from him—of which she still wanted more—gazed up at his awesomeness rendered in light in shadow at the bedside. He looked as pained as she was at this parting. She could tell that he ached for more of her body as much as she did for his. Justin’s prodigious man-hose hung proudly between his thighs, a little rivulet of semen leaking from the tip, and she wanted to reach for it and wipe it up with her fingertip. “Where are you going?” she asked.
“Up to the table,” he said. “We should break open another bottle of wine after that.”
“Won’t that make you too woozy to go on?”
“No, don’t worry about me. I burn it off as soon as I take it in. Especially when I’m busy in bed. I’ll be right back.”
And he turned and went to the stairs, and Suzanne settled back onto the bed, savoring the tingle and hum in every part of her body—especially down there—at what he had done to her twice so far and what he would do so many times yet again. Suzanne realized he was right in what he said about his metamorph metabolism and alcohol. Not only could a morph man screw more than a human man, he could also drink more without getting intoxicated. She had never seen her college boyfriend drunk. Horny as all get-out, of course, but never actually drunk.
Justin returned with wine and glasses. He opened and poured, and they sat up in bed and sipped deeply. Suzanne caressed his thigh and his hose, encouraging his hard-on to return. He playfully dipped his fingertips into his glass and painted wine onto her nipples, making her giggle, and leaned over to lick her nipples clean. With glasses empty, they were ready to resume.
For a time they concentrated on the different but no less deliciously satisfying pursuit of oral sex. They took turns going down on each other, and once they curled themselves into a 69 for mutual pleasuring, partaking deeply of what lay at each other’s loins at the same time. Again for Suzanne came the aching feeling of having to keep her mouth open wide enough to receive the colossus of his cock, and again she dismissed the ache and reveled in the pleasure. He was huge and he was delectable, and she would take the nuisance of the soreness to enjoy the fullness and the taste of his meat and the salty nectar that he produced for her.
At one point he lay propped up on his pillow with his legs open and Suzanne’s head between them. He rumbled and growled at the way she gorged herself on his erection and his scrotum. The wet pulling of her mouth and licking of her tongue started to pull him into higher and higher zones of bliss, until, stroking the thick fall of her hair, he groaned, “Lie down; let me fuck you again.” He started to bring himself up to shift her onto her back, but to his surprise she reached up and pushed against his abs, making him fall back onto his pillow. Shutting his eyes against the continued waves of pleasure from her sucking his limb and his berries, Justin began to realize what she intended to do to him, and a whirlpool of anticipated joy began to spin inside him.
She sucked and licked away at the bounty between his legs, moving her mouth up and down on him and swallowing him without letup, and every cell in Justin’s champion muscles filled themselves with the ecstasy of what he knew she had planned for him. He lay back and let it happen, allowing her to take him where she wanted him to go. He groaned deliriously, “Oh, baby, yes… Yes, suck me… Suck me, baby, don’t stop. I’m getting there…” He licked his lips and played with the hard stones of his nipples. “Oh…I’m getting there…”
And at the insistent pulling of Suzanne’s mouth and slipping of her tongue, Justin got there. His mightily muscled frame went almost into a convulsion of spiking pleasure, and he gasped wildly, “Oh, fuck, yeah! I’m coming! Uuuhhh, I’m coming!” With his outcry, Suzanne prepared herself.
She slipped her mouth back and held the head of his cock halfway along her tongue, and savored the hot and steamy throbbing of that immense, pulsating rod of meat, and all at once, it happened. Justin roared ecstatically and let it burst like a rupturing dam, pouring forth into Suzanne’s mouth. She felt and tasted it covering her tongue and flowing freely to the back of her throat.
Having timed the moment and prepared herself, she was ready for it. She drank the freely pouring fountain of Justin’s thick, warm cream, swallowing it down, taking every dollop and every drop. She pulled with her mouth, carefully, tenderly at his pole, bringing forth every bit of his manly outflow, drinking it all. The sounds he made, shuddering at her consumption of his seed, were almost like the sounds of a little boy—or a bear cub; the noises of complete and utter happiness, the most blissful contentment that a man could have.
Suzanne held his dick in her mouth until it slowly began to soften. Only then did she let it slip out. Another, smaller stream of his coming still rolled down the softening shaft and she licked it away, then swirled her tongue around his glans to take the last drops and dollops of it. He groaned at her and descended into a blissed-out state, much as he had given her.
Suzanne kissed Justin’s limp but still oh-so-large dick from tip to base, and gave his balls a final lick, before curling up beside him and letting him wrap one massive arm around her. She caressed his abs and they stayed that way for a while, with Justin murmuring at her, “Fucking sexy chick…” Suzanne just smiled and kissed his mighty, hairy chest.
Slipping under the covers and soon tangling them up with the rustle and play of their bodies, they went on and on into the night. Justin, his energy returning after she did him the ultimate favor of drinking his seed right from him, showed her how appreciative and how relentless he could truly be. He mounted her again, humping on top of her. He put her on her side and lay behind her, and drilled her as they lay together like spoons in a drawer. He put her on her stomach and lay atop her that way, driving his dick into her while pounding his bush against her soft ass. The night was filled with Justin’s half-animal outcries and Suzanne’s ecstatic shouts, and he pumped rivers of his seed into her over and over again.
It was almost dawn when they were finished. Justin plummeted into sleep, as spent as he could possibly be. Suzanne, dozing and drowsing but still tingling in her loins and breasts and limbs, curled up against the naked, slumbering man-bear and invited what little sleep she could get for a while.
With each time Justin took her, Suzanne felt increasingly less as if this were work. It had not seemed like work from the beginning, but from the moment he first stripped for her and showed her the gigantic thing between his legs, Suzanne knew that her time with him would not feel in any way like a job. She drifted into sleep hoping that Justin found her good enough to become a “regular”; even—dare she think it?—a patron.
How surpassingly wonderful would that be? How perfect would it be for her to go from Justin being a weekend gig to being her steady patron; her ongoing, even permanent client? He was without question “patron” material. In his looks, in his body, in his Sequoia trunk of a dick and his ability to use it constantly at will, in his fortune which was equal to the gross national product of a small country, Suzanne found in him everything that she could possibly want in a client—and in a man.
She actually let the thought creep into her near-sleeping mind: Justin Gates was more than just the perfect client. He was the ultimate boyfriend material. He was the stuff of which dream lovers were made.
Careful, she reminded herself. Don’t forget the one basic rule, the one thing we’re always, always to remember. Don’t get too personally attached to a client. Remember who he is, and who you are, and don’t let business become something else. You’ll lose him that way.
Suzanne sighed against the chest of the body that had brought her such incomprehensible joy. That was the rule after all. This was business, and her business was pleasure.
But Justin Gates was without question both the best business and the best pleasure that Suzanne had ever known.