When the glow of morning stirred Suzanne awake, she let the warmth of it play over her and imagined Justin’s hands and arms and legs doing the same. Her eyes still closed, she reached across the bed, which was filled with the heavy scent of his copious seed. Her hand sought his chest, or something even nicer down lower on him, as the first thing she would feel this morning.
All that she felt was the sheets that they had so exuberantly tangled in all night long. Startled, she pried open her eyes to the sight of nothing next to her but his side of the bed, unoccupied by him.
Roused to full wakefulness as much as she had been aroused by the thought of waking up with him, Suzanne propped herself up on the bed and looked around, bewildered, at the empty bed area where they’d spent the night. “Justin?” she called. “Justin?” As she fully expected, her lower jaw nagged at her, complaining of things from last night about which she truly had no complaint. She rubbed at her jawline, feeling the sharp ache, and rolling her jaw around to try to soothe it.
Soon she realized this was pointless; it would hurt until it did not, and she would just have to accept it, and even—she hoped, if luck was with her—get accustomed to it. She would definitely have to live with it for the rest of the weekend, and she relished the prospect of continuing the way it got that way. And if she were lucky, perhaps she would have a chance to grow accustomed to swallowing the mass of dynamite between Justin’s legs on a regular basis. She looked forward to a time when, perhaps, there would be no pain at all from going down on him. She would like nothing better than to practice swallowing him a little more to start the day—but where was he?
She glanced over at the nightstand where he had left the bottle of wine and their glasses. There she found a fresh, clean glass, and beside it a bottle of water and a bucket of ice with some tongs. Sliding over to the nightstand, she found with those things a note that said, Have this with your pill.
Suzanne looked at the note, in handwriting as neat and precise as the things he’d done to her all night were wild and passionate. He’d thought of everything. She cracked open the bottle and used the tongs to fill the glass with ice. Then she went over to her bags which lay at one side of the bed space to find her prescription.
Presently, sipping the ice water after using it to wash down her pill and letting the coldness of it ease the twinges in her jaw just a little, she heard the soft sounds of splashing coming from above and outside, which solved the mystery of why she’d woken up by herself.
Sliding out of bed and putting her feet on the floor, Suzanne could not help but giggle ridiculously at the way her body responded with she stood up. Her legs felt so wobbly that she almost toppled backwards onto the bed again. She actually had to lean against the nightstand to prop herself up at first, and she covered her mouth to mute the sudden guffaw that came bursting out of her.
She seriously wondered if she were going to be able to walk across the space to the chair where Justin had left his shirt and put it on—men who screwed her always found it sexy when she put on an article of their clothing afterward—and get herself up the stairs and out to the deck.
Perhaps she should just lie there and wait for him. The fact was that Justin was such a mass of muscle and was so phenomenally hung, and had banged her with such force all night, that she could barely stand up now. Leaning on the nightstand, she honestly laughed at the thought of it. She had been truly mauled by the man-bear all night long, and it was incomparably wonderful, but now she honestly suspected she might have to ask Justin to carry her around from place to place in the house until Monday morning, assuming he did not just keep her in bed.
It was going to take her a week’s worth of yoga, she knew, to get over this weekend.
With effort, she did manage to get over to the chair, leaning across the way to do so, and get his shirt onto her and buttoned up just enough of it to expose her cleavage and nothing more. Then, with slow and labored steps, she carefully got herself up the steps to the area where they’d had dinner last night. Just as carefully and deliberately, as not to let her long but wobbly legs buckle under her, Suzanne made her way to the glass doors that led out to the deck.
She remembered videos she had seen of giraffes when they had just fallen out of their mother’s body and onto the African savannah, and she felt like nothing so much as a newborn baby giraffe finding her legs for the first time. Still, she got herself to the door and out into the shade of the enclosure of the deck, then out to the edge of the deck that let out onto the pool area. She looked out into the sunlight at that tropical-looking blue swimming pool—and there she saw him.
He was splashing and paddling from one end of the pool to the other with his all-fours. His head stuck up above the surface of the water, and his powerful, transformed limbs did the work. There he was, no longer human. The body that had shagged her so that she could barely walk, now paddled along through the inviting blue waters was that of a huge black bear.
Suzanne smiled broadly, as brightly as the LA sunshine, to see him. He was just so darn…cute.
Yes, cute was actually the word for him in this form, the same word that had come to mind when she saw his pictures in his morphed body. Without a doubt, he was huge and powerful and formidable, in the natural way of a bear. But she looked at that brown snout sticking up out of the water and the round ears at the top of the head, and the mass of black-furred muscle paddling its way around the pool, and something in Suzanne’s heart just melted. He was adorable. She leaned against one of the posts supporting the overhang of the deck and just watched him, smiling, wanting to cuddle him within an inch of his ursine life.
Which only served to remind Suzanne further of what the bear in his other body had done all night to her within an inch of her life.
He caught sight of her from the water and shook his big bear head at her, and she waved back and called, “Good morning!” He made a loud bearish grunt back at her, which Suzanne took to be a return of her greeting, and paddled to the shallow end of the pool. Justin loped up the steps on four bear paws, and by the time he reached the deck he was standing morphed back to his human nakedness in the sunshine, with his contours of his soaking-wet muscles limned and illuminated in the morning light and the column of his maleness hanging proudly and dripping.
Justin strode with that column swinging between his legs, crossing the marble outer deck to the edge of the inner deck where Suzanne was standing. “On that chair near you,” he said, “there’s a towel. Would you toss it to me?”
Suzanne looked to one side, and a couple of steps away a plush towel rested on the back of one of the cozy-looking deck chairs. She half-stepped and half-leaned over to it, then returned to where she’d been standing. Holding on to the post again with one hand, she used the other to toss him the towel.
He caught the towel and began to run it over his shoulders, chest, and arms, giving her a knowing grin. “Don’t tell me,” he said. “The legs aren’t quite working yet after last night.”
She said nothing, but just smiled with creased lips and nodded yes.
“That’s usually the way, the morning after I’ve had a woman for the first time,” he admitted. “I do it so hard, they can’t quite get their legs under them again at first. I don’t mean to be so rough and aggressive. I get so worked up and horny, I have a hard time going slow and gentle at first. I promise it’ll get better.”
Suzanne only sighed, continuing to watch him towel himself off. She actually had no complaints whatsoever about last night; his sex left no room for improvement. But his concern for how hard he had been on her was another big point in his favor. Even outside of his bear form, he was sweet.
“Werebear females find it easier to take me,” he confessed further. “But I really enjoy doing it to human women. I don’t know why; I just do.”
Again, she only silently admired him as he draped the towel over his shoulders and approached her, still naked. Suzanne let Justin take her in those powerful arms again and kiss her good morning, a deep and simmering kiss with his tongue rolling into her mouth.
“You look sexy as hell in my shirt,” he said.
Ah-hah! She knew it.
“You look totally hot just like that,” she replied.
He kissed her again, a repeat of the last kiss.
Keeping herself in his embrace, she felt below his waist and found his member engorging itself with heated blood and turning wooden. Good. At the same time he slipped his own hand under the hem of her shirt on her and reached for her honey pot. His fingers entered her and she tingled inside, moistening for him.
Barely able to concentrate with Justin’s fingers in her and her hands stroking at his hot meat, Suzanne said, “Last night was the most incredible time I’ve ever had with a man. I’ve never been so loud with anyone, but..,” and she sucked in a deep breath of air at the insistent probing of his fingers inside her, “you’re kind of…hung like a space rocket…and like you said, you like to do it hard.”
It was equally hard to talk with him penetrating her that way. He was continuing to claim her, to take her for his own. She returned the gesture, squeezing his shaft and feeling for the roundness of his balls to tease them with her fingertips.
“The good thing about doing it up here where there aren’t any neighbors,” he said, “is that you can be as loud as you want ‘during’. And as for my ‘rocket,’ that’ll be blasting off again right now.” He kissed her, a very businesslike and demanding kiss. The way his hardening limb surged in her hand, there was no question that he was back on the launch pad.
Her face hovering near his, Suzanne said, a bit breathlessly, “When I woke up I wanted to start by giving you a blow job, but you weren’t there.”
“No reason to change your plans,” said Justin. “Blow me right here.” And he led her over to a divan on the deck, keeping an arm around her to help her to walk. He had her sit down on the edge of the divan as he had her sit on the edge of the bed last night. And as he did last night, he lifted his mighty maleness to Suzanne’s mouth to feed it to her.
Suzanne’s jaw complained at her, but she took the twinges and complaints along with the sheer deliciousness of his barrel of flesh. She clutched at his magnificent ass and let him slide almost two-thirds of his massive staff over her tongue and just down to the opening of her throat, again using practiced skill to keep from gagging her and relishing how much she was able to take of him.
With a stroke much slower, much more deliberate—and thus even more sensuous—than what he would soon do on top of her, Justin pumped him meat into Suzanne’s mouth, making low, growling noises as he did so, as if he were still in the dark-furred shape in which he’d been in the pool. Showing how she was gradually growing accustomed to sucking him, Suzanne began to move her head to one side and then the other while letting him pump through her lips.
He growled harder at this, and she sensed how much more she was arousing him this way. To pleasure him further, she took one hand from his ass and moved it around to cup his scrotum, squeezing it with a soft, warm rhythm to match his pumping of his piece in her mouth. Justin grunted at her in a guttural voice: “God damn, you’re good with it. Oh, damn…”
She pulled back and let his pumping monster slide from her mouth and bob in her face with a drop of pre-cum beading at its tip. Moving her other hand from his butt, Suzanne used it to steady his bobbing pole and licked it up and down. She took into her mouth the foreskin pushed up behind the head and pulled it over the crown of his root, sucking firmly and making him gasp with a shock of pleasure jolting his body: “Holy SHIT! UUUHHH…”
Justin took his member from her mouth and leaned over to kiss the tender lips that had enclosed it. “That’s it,” he groaned. “Lay your sexy ass down; you’re getting it now.”
Her whole body tingling at the command, Suzanne obeyed. She assumed the position, stretching herself out on the divan and opening her legs to receive him. With a pounce that reminded Suzanne more of a mountain lion than a bear, Justin got onto the deck furniture with her and maneuvered his glistening column where they both wanted it.
She braced herself, inhaled deeply, for the first stroke that would send her whirling into world of mad pleasure. He made his move at once, sliding what she’d sucked all the way into her until his balls pressed hotly at her mound. She squealed at the top of her lungs, her voice flying out over the hillside, as Justin bore down on her and started to bang as hard as he’d done the night before.
His beast-like shouts reverberated across the deck, mingling with her shrieks and cries. His heroically muscled frame lying on top of her took complete command. His ass rose and fell with a fast and explosive fury, and he buried his pole deep, deep in her wet promised land. Her cries sounded as if she were a woman in torment, but in fact is was the sweetest and most joyous kind of “torment” that she could possibly know; more joyous than anything she had ever imagined.
Submitting to him, letting him pin her down with those exquisite muscles and the hairiness of his chest and abs, giving her lips to him in kisses more torrid than the California sun, Suzanne reveled in every hard, pounding beat of Justin’s monster meat inside her yielding womanly wetness. She received his body and dick without restraint, giving him her all and taking all from him.
Underneath the shouts and cries they were making was the fleshy percussion of his crotch beating steadily against her, driving that piston forcefully into her turgid inner tube. There truly seemed no limit to how much Justin could screw her, and now, more than any time she’d ever had with a man, Suzanne wanted no limits. She wanted Justin—not his patronage, not his business, not his money.
She wanted him—all of him: lips, tongue, body, cock, balls, ass, cum; every bit of him. She told him so in no uncertain terms, with every kiss that she rained on his shoulders and neck, every caress and clutch with which she covered his muscles, every arch of her back as she received the pounding of his member. She communicated her desire for his body with her own, and Justin responded, ramming himself hard and exuberantly into her, making that awesome ass rise and fall ever faster.
They became a gasping, moaning mass of merged flesh, Justin banging her relentlessly, mercilessly. Through clenched teeth he rumbled his lust at her, and she felt him building up to his ultimate moment. The force of his thrusting and the dizzying feeling of the way his monstrous tool spread and stretched her inside made Suzanne start to wail. She knew from the growing heat of his body on top of her and the ever-quickening rhythm of the way he banged her that he must be close.
As if on cue, Justin lifted himself up on one hand and moved the other hand down below Suzanne’s muff. His thumb found her clit and started to strum it like a pick on a stringed instrument. In a minute, the in-and-out pumping of his piston and the strumming of his thumb produced music from Suzanne: the music of a woman flying as high as a man could take her. She wailed out her soaring orgasm like an opera singer hitting and holding a high note on stage, feeling her insides become one huge tingle.
At the same moment, the heat and tingle of his own climax possessed Justin. He slammed his meat all the way into her and felt the wet dam-burst of his seed pouring out inside her depths, sending the day’s first fountain of his semen to fill Suzanne’s womanhood.
As he had done so many times during the night, Justin kept his erection in her until it was too soft to continue and he had given her every drop of his cream. Only when he was sure that he was fully spent and he could not keep himself sheathed in Suzanne’s passage did he finally relax on top of her. He lay himself down on top of her, and where they had been a fiery mass of sexual union, they settled down into a long smolder.
At some point, they shifted on the divan and stayed there on the deck for a while, kissing long, deep kisses and playing with their fingers at the slippery treasures between each other’s legs. “I promised to show you the rest of the house and grounds today, didn’t I?” he said, slurping between kisses.
“You did,” she sighed back at him as he licked her lips with the tip of his tongue.
“I’ve fucked in every room in this house and every part of this property,” he said, “dozens of times. I’ve christened this whole place.”
“I know you have,” she replied, cupping his sac in her palm.
“We’re going to have a busy day,” said Justin, nipping at her chin.
“Sounds perfect,” she said. “Where to now?”
“The master bath,” he grinned.
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Off the master bedroom suite, which was practically a luxury apartment inside the house, lay the master bath. It was all white porcelain and marble with dark-stained wood cabinets, sparkling brass fixtures, a chandelier, and the largest stall shower that Suzanne had ever seen, shaped like a column with a thick glass door and sides. The sunken bathtub, which looked large enough for four people (and Suzanne should not have been surprised to know that Justin had engaged in group sex there), was separate from the shower. Justin, leading her to the master bath, stayed naked with just his towel from the pool draped over his shoulder while she donned his shirt again and fastened only a couple of buttons. Immediately they were in the bathroom, Justin relieved her of the shirt and tossed it and his towel away. Pulling her close and kissing her deeply, he said, “After all the hard banging, you could probably use a good long soak in the bath. I think you deserve that.”
“Sounds perfect,” she sighed into his next kiss.
Gallantly, Justin drew them a thoroughly inviting bubble bath and helped her into it before settling down into the water himself. He pulled her to him again and they sat facing each other in the water, Suzanne’s legs parted around his lap. Under the warm water and suds, they again played with each other’s sex in the midst of long, slow, deep kisses and the slippery probing of Justin’s tongue in her mouth.
Their kissing became a kind of oral sex, with his tongue moving back and forth between her lips and side to side over her tongue. Manual coupling went on under the water at the same time. Suzanne expertly stroked his phenomenal length and squeezed at his wondrous thickness, and teased at the roundness of his pouch.
Justin let his fingers concentrate at her most sensitive area, strumming at her tender handle again without stopping, keeping the rhythm as constant as if he were penetrating her with what she was fondling. The tune that Justin played on Suzanne’s sex made her accompany it, throwing back her head from his kiss and giving out a wail that bounced off the walls of the bathroom. Suzanne’s climax triggered Justin; he grunted deeply and heavily: “Oh, shit!”
Sensing his alarm, Suzanne half-panted at him, “What’s wrong?”
Mildly embarrassed and a little frustrated, Justin said, “I just shot my load in the fucking water. That’s not where I wanted to shoot it. Damn.”
Smiling warmly, she hugged him and kissed his lips reassuringly. “That’s all right. You’ll make up for it plenty of times.”
“Hell yes, I will,” he promised, and pulled her closer into a deeper kiss. The bubbly water felt that much hotter around them.
Out of the bath, they toweled each other off, laughing lustily, between kisses and gropes. Justin had Suzanne slip back into his shirt, minimally buttoned it, while from one of the cabinets he produced for himself…a loincloth. Yes, an actual loincloth. And what was more, a loincloth that covered him up only in front, leaving his scrumptious ass still exposed. Suzanne was enjoying her best client better all the time. They took a minute to rinse out with mouthwash at the sink, completing their freshening up for the day’s activities.
The kitchen was every bit as lavish and luxurious as the master bath. It was all in stained wood with marble tile flooring, and windows that took up two sides and looked out at the panorama of Los Angeles below the hillside on which the house sat. In the middle of the kitchen was a large island countertop, upon which Suzanne could well imagine any number of non-culinary events had taken place with past female visitors to the house—events that might yet be repeated between her and Justin during her stay. But after they prepared breakfast together—and Suzanne got as much of a view of his beautiful buttocks while making breakfast as she did of the California sky and the spread of the city outside—he took her next door to the dining room.
The dining room had a long and very sturdy oak table with seating for a dozen people in the most comfortably upholstered dining chairs that Suzanne had ever seen. It also had two sides fully occupied with large windows looking out and below for a view that was almost as spectacular as that of the owner of the house. After breakfast, Justin slid the plates and glasses down to the far side of the table and undid and whipped off his loincloth, revealing that he was ready to resume business. He commanded her to come to him with a crook of his finger and the naughtiest look on his model-handsome face.
Suzanne went into his arms and he got the shirt off her and tossed it, then grabbed her, making her squeal and laugh, and stretched her out on top of the table. He climbed onto Suzanne, slid his length and thickness into her with a sure, deep stroke of his dry cock that made her moan up at the chandelier, and proved how sturdy the table really was with a long bout of hard and forceful humping that ended in a very wet and sticky grand finale. It was a wonder to Suzanne that she did not break the crystals of the chandelier with the outcries she gave at Justin’s thunderous screwing.
He put the loincloth back on and let her don his shirt again, and took her out onto the grounds and showed her the garden, which was filled with the most beautifully blooming rose bushes that Suzanne had ever seen. While she stopped and smelled the roses, leaning over one of the romantic-looking red blooms, Justin came up behind her and lifted the hem of his shirt on her, exposing her buttocks. Taking in the scent of the rose, she smiled and let him paw and grope at the cheeks of her bottom and slip one hand around to feel at the “bush” that interested him the most.
Thrilled with delight at being felt up and groped in the perfect LA sunshine by this most perfect of men, Suzanne stood up and let him wrap his arms around her. He moved the long golden fall of her hair to one side and kissed and licked at her neck, while opening the couple of buttons of the shirt that were fastened and taking her breast in his hand.
Suzanne shut her eyes and gave herself into the way he cupped first one breast, then teased at one hardened and pulpy nipple, then did the same with the other breast and the other nipple, all the while sending his hand below her bush and teasing her sex with his fingers. She dissolved in his embrace and fell onto the grass at his feet.
Justin whipped off the loincloth again, and with Suzanne lying prone in the grass with his shirt and her legs open, he dropped onto her and first took her own wet and glistening flower with his fingers and tongue. After feasting on her petals and drinking deeply of her nectar, he mounted her and entered her with his huge, erect, and pulsing tool, and pounded her bush beside the rose bushes, expertly and enthusiastically tending to Suzanne’s own garden and watering her blossom. Their shared orgasm was enough to make the roses bloom redder.
After that, neither of them even bothered to put anything on again. They carried the shirt and the loincloth back into the house and Justin took her to the home theatre, which had a screen taking up one wall; a bar, a refrigerator, and a popcorn machine; and a collection of cozy sofas. She took the initiative and sat down for him on one of the sofas, beckoning to him to feed her the best refreshments in the house.
Justin moved his crotch and his thick, long stick of meat to her mouth and let her partake fully of it before putting her down on her back on the sofa and topping and penetrating her again. Thirty minutes of fierce, hard humping followed, with Justin showing her once again how much he wanted it and how much he could do it.
He was everything that she knew a bear man could be, and more. He was indefatigable, inexhaustible. She reveled in how tireless he was. She would be the recipient of his tireless desire and untiring dick for the rest of this day, on through this night, and on through tomorrow and the next morning yet. As he filled her, grunting savagely, with yet another thick stream of his seed, she was resolved to obeying Justin’s every command—and being rewarded for it as only he could reward her.
Justin’s home gym was so well-equipped with the best collection of weights and machines that money could buy, it could have been a professional gym with a staff of trainers. It was a studio space with a panoramic window for one wall and an open center area occupied with thick floor mats. She took his meaning when he gestured to her, then pointed to the mats.
Smiling compliantly, more than willingly, Suzanne lay down on the matted floor and took him onto her and inside her yet again. She cried out in a new flight of sexual joy, letting him pursue his workout, doing his push-ups on top of her, driving into her a rod of steel as hard as the metal of the weights at his bench press. He made her come by grinding his crotch against her clit, sending her spinning into a climax in which she dug her fingernails into the muscles of his shoulders, drawing forth from him the hoarse and savage cry of his own release, his seed rushing into her womb once again.
Lying on the gym mats with him afterward and playing with the finest piece of gear in the place, which lay spent only for the moment, Suzanne marveled at the abundance of his sex, which was the only thing greater than the abundance of his life. There were people who fantasized about being with a metamorph and sought them out for this very reason, their uncanny, unlimited, far-greater-than human capacity for sex.
She was truly living a dream with Justin, a dream that she knew would pay off more than handsomely. But for this one time, the first time in her career, she would be a little sad at the payoff, for the payoff would be the end of the dream—at least until what she hoped would be the next time.
Finally Justin took her back to the master bedroom suite, through which they had passed to get to the master bath. At one end it had a fireplace, a kitchenette, and a glass and marble coffee table surrounded by high-end luxury furniture. At the other end it had a raised area with a larger than king-size bed, facing yet another huge window that looked out and down the hill onto the spread and sprawl of Los Angeles. “Get on the bed,” he said. “We’ll mess around and be dirty some more ’til dinner.” She happily complied.
Climbing onto the bed, where there was room for more than two (and again Suzanne should not have been surprised to know that things had gone on with Justin and more than one other person here), they laughed and giggled and continued to partake of each other’s body. Kissing hungrily, they tossed and rolled about across the bed. Their hands were everywhere, feeling, fondling, caressing, groping. He put himself on top of her, then rolled over and pulled her on top of him. His hot and huge hardness pressed against her stomach, making her want him inside her again—until a surprising new thought crossed her mind.
Straddled upon Justin with his hands squeezing her boobs, she grinned at him: “You know what? There’s something we’ve overlooked.”
“What?” he asked. “You did take your pill…?”
“Oh yes, of course. What I was thinking is, we completely forgot about my other skill.”
“If there’s something else you can do to me that’s crazier than your blow jobs, you may put me in the hospital.”
She giggled at him. “What about my massaging? Remember the skill that got me noticed by Ginny? Some of my guys ask me for a massage.”
His brows arched with intrigue. “Oh, that’s right. You want to give me a rubdown? We’ll call it hot foreplay.” His erection surged at her abdomen and created a blossom of unfolding desire in her.
“Perfect,” she said.
“Climb off for a second,” he told her.
She did and he rolled over onto his stomach.
“Start with my back and my ass,” he said.
Grinning more broadly, she put her hands to work.
She began with his shoulders and his upper back. Her fingers pressed and stroked and squeezed at the array of perfect muscles they found. Suzanne had been fortunate enough to serve some clients who were not aged and soft, or saggy and flabby, or grizzled and leathery. Some of the men she had served were in appreciable shape and some were even attractive and well worked-out. But she had never touched a man to compare with Justin. Working her hands over his shoulders and then down to the broader muscles of the middle of his back, she had the feeling that she was an artist working with warm, living clay, except that this work of art was fully formed and as exquisite to the touch as it was to the eyes. He made “Mmm…” sounds of satisfaction as she worked, showing her how much enjoyment she was giving him. And even knowing that he was the client and she the provider, and that he would compensate her extremely well for her time and efforts, she still saw herself as repaying him for all the pleasure he had given her.
Suzanne had known many men that she considered nice, decent guys who wanted nothing more than a personal satisfaction that they could get only by coming to her. But Justin was more than decent and more than nice. He was something rare, something special; something that she was increasingly grateful had come her way.
The traveling of her hands down his back at last brought Suzanne to the firm and muscular hills of his buttocks. Justin’s ass was breathtaking. The shape and form of it was astounding: exactly the right roundness, exactly the right tightness. Feeling the cheeks of it made her sigh and melt inside. Squeezing them and feeling all his muscles, from his ass on outwards, clenching tightly and releasing with pleasure, gave her the sense of having all the manliness in the world right there in her hands.
She realized that she had brought a bottle of her massaging oil with her, but she had left it in the lower bed space where they’d spent last night. That was a shame; she would have to retrieve it later. She was not about to leave him now to fetch it. She would just have to make do without it for what she had in mind now. Grinning mischievously, Suzanne spread apart his cheeks and exposed the tight and puckering opening that they concealed, all clean from having been in the bath earlier.
Keeping his ass open with one hand, she took the tip of the index finger of the other and tenderly circled the hole of Justin’s sphinctre. It puckered at her touch and she felt a jolt of shocking pleasure spike within him. Up on the pillow where his head rested, he gave a hearty, husky little laugh. “Oh-ho-ho, you’re a naughty girl, aren’t you?”
Suzanne answered him not with words but with a titter that sounded every bit as naughty as he’d said she was. And Suzanne continued to finger and play with Justin’s hole, running her finger around it and teasing carefully at the opening, making it and his whole body vibrate and making him chuckle on at the way she handled him. At length, his chuckles turned to heavy groans of increasing pleasure, until he reared up on one elbow and gazed down, radiating a heat of total arousal at her. “You are driving my dick absolutely insane doing that. Lie down and give me some.”
Her heart leaped at his command. She got down on her back with her head resting at the foot of the bed. Justin climbed down and onto her, pinning her in place. She enclosed his hips with her thighs and let him slide his log back into her wet chute. “Oh, Justin, yes…,” she moaned, totally filled with his hugeness and dominated by his muscularity once more.
The handsomest face she had ever seen loomed over her and she was mesmerized by the way he looked as euphoric as she felt. The thundering blows of his thrusting resumed, making a storm of pleasure in them both. Suzanne let the storm rage through her body and wash through her being, drenching her desire and purging, for now, her growing need for him. Penetrated by him, filled by him, possessed by the booming beats of his sweet and savage fucking, Suzanne felt as if she had all the masculinity, all the manhood, in all the world on top of her and between her thighs in this bed. He was the man to end all men and his was the sex to end all desire—at least for the long and awesome minutes that it took him to do it to her.
They had yet to have a quickie, and Suzanne sensed that Justin did not do quickies. Ever. He loved being inside a woman too much. She only hoped that he loved being inside her more than any other woman, as she loved having him more than any other man. There was no denying it. She had found her personal best with him.
He banged her hard, with the same lust-filled animal force that he had brought to her every time since the first time. She wailed and wept under him with the same sensuous madness that had overtaken her at every mounting. The lightning of orgasm hit them both at once this time, and her desperate cry of release and his beast-like roar of climax made a harmony of sexual delight. He came while all the way in her, as thickly and copiously as ever. Justin and Suzanne kept their bodies locked together for long, carnally shuddering moments, until he rested himself atop her, taking her mouth in long and grateful kisses.
“I’m keeping your beautiful ass in this bed the rest of the weekend,” he said between one kiss and the next. She kissed back and caressed his neck and shoulders, happily accepting his wishes. In making Justin happy, Suzanne thus made herself the happiest woman in California. Perhaps the world.
The rest of Saturday passed carnally and blissfully in Justin’s bed. He served her lunch there, and dinner, and in between and after he served himself to her and helped himself to her. She told him about the massage oil in her travel bag. He fetched it and a hand towel and she used it on him, this time massaging his chest, abs, and hard and straining cock to the happiest of all endings. He made a white gusher of cream that completely coated his stomach, and she delighted him by wiping up as much of it with her tongue as she did with the towel.
Sundown came and faded into night, and as the warm, ruddy, purple dusk turned to velvety darkness, the lights of the city outside the window and down beyond the hills turned to a sparkling galaxy stretching out before them. Justin lay propped up on his pillow on the headboard and Suzanne lay utterly contented in his arms, resting her head on the “pillows” of his huge and hairy pecs, stroking his hard and hair-bristled six-pack, watching his half-erect maleness resting against one thigh and knowing it would not stay at rest much longer.
She petted it affectionately, then took it in hand and began to palm the shaft and thumb the glans. Justin closed his eyes and let the sensation fill his body. Shit, he thought, she really knows what to do with a man’s prick. And he let her indulge herself, and him, until, grunting heavily, he squirted a thick, white, sticky fountain all over her hand and his thigh.
Suzanne cleaned up her hand and his leg, and as they lay in the bedroom, lit only by the starlight and moonlight filtering in through the window, she put her head back on his chest. Justin fondled her bottom and said, “You know what, Suzanne?”
“What?” she sighed into his wondrous chest.
“I like you.”
A warmth unlike any other she had ever known spread through Suzanne. She lifted her head and looked adoringly into his shadowed handsomeness. “Really?”
“Really,” he said, pecking her lips. “Not just as a ‘service provider’. I like you.”
It almost made her want to cry to hear this from him of all men. She could only imagine the way she looked as she said back, “I like you too, Justin. Not just as a paying client, not just as someone I’m serving. You’re a sweet, beautiful, sexy man. I like you too. This feels like the best job in the world.”
“Well, then, straight on ’til Monday morning,” Justin said. And he pulled her close and kissed her with a meaning far beyond their words and far beyond the business transaction that their weekend together was meant to be. And when he put her down on one side of the bed and entered her once again, the incredible full hour that followed was something that neither of them dared to describe in words. He took her lying on top of her, then put her on her side and did it from behind, then mounted her yet again for a mind-boggling, body-searing finish. That hour became a shared joy that repeated all night.
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All day Sunday, the quality of Justin’s sex changed. Amazingly, it got even better.
They did not mention the way things were different between them now. It went as an unstated and undeniable truth, and one that they simply enjoyed. Gradually, the ache in the jaw that going down on Justin gave Suzanne grew duller, the pleasure by far overtaking the initial pain. So did the overwhelming, soul-shattering feeling of having him inside her; the pleasure so incredible and the force of his penetrating her that at first made her feel as if she would fly to pieces became simply the greatest and most surpassing pleasure that Suzanne had ever experienced.
It was all the more so when Justin increasingly took his time to eat her out, devouring and consuming her sex, possessing her totally with his lips and fingers and tongue, making her know that he loved taking her this way as much as he did with his humongous tool. At the same time as the change in Suzanne’s response to him, something changed in Justin’s manner while humping her. He still took a long time from first stroke to orgasm. Suzanne never timed him, but she guessed that his shortest time was perhaps twenty minutes and his longest was a whole hour.
And he remained as fantastically prolific and potent as she could expect of a man who was two creatures in one. But he was different now. He did it more slowly, more deliberately, savoring every deep stroke of his titanic erection inside her and making her savor it as well. Though she never expressed it in words, Suzanne began to sense that what Justin did to her all day Sunday was no longer just pure, raw sex. It was turning to something else, something that was out of bounds between client and provider. And when she lay in his arms and looked into his eyes, and those lingering, simmering, smoldering looks turned to long and torrid kisses, they both could tell that it was true. Unspoken, but true.
While Justin made good on his promise to keep her in bed almost all day, they made full use of the shower. After lathering each other up and ringing each other off, Suzanne dropped to her kneed before him and feasted on his massive meat until he pulled her back up, backed her up against the shower wall, and gave her a long, wet drilling. They were finding it ever more impossible to get enough of each other.
They went from bed to shower and back again, kissing and fondling and humping, and Justin eating her out ravenously, unable to stop except when he left to make them a meal and return with it to the bedroom. While he was gone, she took the opportunity to enjoy just lying in luxuriously high-thread-count sheets that smelled of his man-musk and semen, and dreamily reliving all the things they had done to fulfill this most wonderful assignment of her career.
In the line of work that Suzanne pursued, she made her own schedule and work did not monopolize her life. Unlike so many other people, she did not dread Mondays—until now. For the first time in her working life since college, the thought of leaving Justin Gates’ bed had her not looking forward to the next morning at all.