Blind Date

Blind Date By Veronica Tower

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Blind Date by Veronica Tower Red Rose™ Publishing Publishing with a touch of Class! ™ The symbol of the Red Rose and Red Rose is a trademark of Red Rose™ Publishing Red Rose™ Publishing Copyright© 2011 Veronica Tower ISBN: 978-1-4543-006-3 Cover Artist: Shirley Burnett Editor: Keren Childers Line Editor: Pam All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews. Due to copyright laws you cannot trade, sell or give any ebooks away. This is a work of fiction. All references to real places, people, or events are coincidental, and if not coincidental, are used fictitiously. All trademarks, service marks, registered trademarks, and registered service marks are the property of their respective owners and are used herein for identification purposes only. Red Rose™ Publishing www.redrosepublishing.com Forestport, NY 13338 Thank you for purchasing a book from Red Rose™ Publishing where publishing comes with a touch of Class!

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Blind Date By Veronica Tower

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Part I: The Date Chapter One Chris

Chris rang the doorbell and stood nervously worrying about first impressions. Blind dates sucked and he wondered for the umpteenth time how he had let Liv talk him into this one. Of course, her description of Merci had helped— luscious black hair, large breasts, firm thighs and a kicking ass—but tantalizing as Liv made Merci sound he was still standing on a stranger’s doorstep on the advice of a woman who at best only tolerated him. He’d deserve it if this night went wrong. What had he been thinking of when he trusted Liv? Chris adjusted his tie and resisted the urge to walk away as the sounds of footsteps approached the door. His mouth went dry and his heart leapt out of his chest and up into his throat. He took a deep breath trying futilely to calm his nerves. The door opened. “Hi, I’m—” Chris broke off as a beautiful black woman in a tight red dress appeared

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before him. She had rich mahogany skin, large dark eyes and a friendly, inviting smile. Too bad Chris was at the wrong place. The lucky guy this woman was waiting for had a treat in store for him tonight. “I’m sorry,” Chris told her. “I must have the wrong address. Do you know Merci LaCroix?” The woman’s smile broadened. “Let me guess, Liv didn’t tell you I’m black.” Chris felt his mouth drop open as he realized the extent of his blunder. “Merci? God, I’m sorry! I ... Liv described you but she didn’t say you’re... I feel like such an idiot!” Merci took Chris’ misstep in stride. “Well you know, Liv,” she told him. “On some issues she can be so PC. She probably decided it was socially incorrect to mention that you look Nordic and I look African. Let me guess. She told you I’ve got long dark hair, brown eyes and great tits.” That was closer to Liv’s description than Chris wanted to admit, although it left out Liv’s assurance that if Chris showed Merci a good time she’d be a sure thing at the end of the evening. Chris decided against full disclosure, sharing only the flattering information. “She also said you’re well-traveled, know how to enjoy life and will really make me laugh.” Thankfully, Merci smiled. It was a truly beautiful expression: warm, friendly, inviting...

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“That sounds like Liv,” she said. “So how did she describe me?” Chris asked. “Did she mention I’m white?” He wasn’t really sure he wanted to know what Liv had said about him, but then it couldn’t be all bad or Merci would have never agreed to go out with him. “Not exactly,” Merci admitted, “but it was obvious from the context.” “I’m not sure what you mean by that,” Chris said. “Maybe if this evening goes well I’ll explain it to you,” Merci answered. Chris grinned. “Does that mean that despite my social blunder you’d still like to go out tonight?” “Why not?” Merci asked. “Liv recommends you and you’re obviously pleased with the idea.” Chris hoped she couldn’t see just how pleased. Merci looked absolutely stunning! It occurred to him that he’d never slept with a black woman. The prospect felt exotic and exciting. He’d forgive Liv for the gaps in her description of Merci so long as she was correct in the rest of her assessment.

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Chapter Two Merci

Merci’s heart beat rapidly as she took her seat on the passenger side of Chris’ mustang. She couldn’t believe she’d let Liv talk her into this. Bad enough she was going on a blind date but did Liv really think she could go through with the rest of the evening? What if Chris got mad? What if he didn’t take no for an answer? How the hell was this supposed to work? The driver’s side door opened and Chris got behind the wheel. He really was cute. Nordic didn’t really capture him properly. He looked like an old time Viking warrior with blond hair, blue eyes and an impressive physique. He had to be at least six foot four and his hands were massive. He flashed her a cocky smile. Liv had succeeded in off-footing him by not warning him Merci was black, but he’d recovered quickly enough as Merci was certain Liv expected. It made sense. Only a really arrogant SOB would let a woman who hates him set him up on a date. Liv insisted that Chris didn’t know she hated him, but nobody could really be that stupid. Despite her slight figure, Liv was as subtle as a rhinoceros.

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“So where are we going?” Merci asked. “Antonio’s,” Chris told her. “You know it?” Merci did. Antonio’s was five-star classy. Matching the restaurant with the Mustang suggested Chris was pretty wealthy. Liv had said he was some sort of bond broker, but Merci didn’t really know much about that profession. “Very nice,” she said. “Do you go there often?” “My first time,” Chris said. “Left on my own I’m a pizza and burger kind of guy, but this seemed like a great opportunity to try something different.” Merci nodded thoughtfully, uncertain if she should give Chris points for honesty or blame him for not being real with her. A first date—especially a blind date—ought to give the couple a chance to get to know each other. “How about you? Do you like Italian?” “Who doesn’t like Italian?” Merci asked. She wondered if he expected her to say she preferred soul food. Chris’ grin alleviated that concern. “Good, because you know I’m not wedded to the restaurant. We can go to a steak house if you prefer.” “Antonio’s is fine,” Merci said. “Really, I’m easy-” Merci cringed internally as she realized what she had just said, then hurried on hoping that Chris wouldn’t notice. “I mean, wherever you want to go is all right with me.” More of Chris’ pearly white teeth were showing through his smile, but he

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gave no other sign that he had noticed her unfortunate phrasing. “Let’s try Antonio’s then,” he said, “an unknown restaurant for a blind date. That seems appropriate to me.”

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Chapter Three Chris

Chris began rethinking his opinion of Liv as he escorted Merci into Antonio’s. It wasn’t just him. Every single guy in the restaurant looked up from his table to look at Merci. They couldn’t help themselves and neither could Chris. Her rich black hair, the swell of those mahogany breasts, the way her red dress tightened around her waist and thighs. Chris helped Merci into her chair and took the seat opposite before accepting the wine list from the waiter. “So how do you know Liv?” he asked. “We went to Radcliffe together,” Merci said, “and we’ve stayed friends ever since.” Chris ran his finger down the list looking for something that would impress Merci. He preferred Jack Daniels, himself, but there was nothing wrong with a good glass of red. He stopped his finger beside a $180 bottle of Bordeaux. He’d never spent that sort of money on wine before, but this seemed like a good occasion to start. “So how come I don’t know you?” Chris asked. “I’ve known Liv for years too—we’re not close friends but we know a lot of the same people.”

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Merci saw what he was doing with the wine list and shook her head. “Don’t waste your money,” she told him. Chris frowned but Merci hastened to explain herself before he could take offense. “Oh, I appreciate the gesture,” she said, “but it really isn’t worth it. Just get the house red.” Chris laid the menu on the table. “I’d really like to get you something special,” he said. “Why don’t we try a bottle? You like wine don’t you?” “I love wine,” Merci told him, “but I just can’t see spending that kind of money for something that will be gone in an hour. I’ll be just as happy with the house red.” “I tell you what,” Chris said, “why don’t we start with a bottle of Bordeaux and if we’re not impressed we can switch to the house red.” Chris’ suggestion seemed to make Merci uncomfortable. “You’re sure you don’t mind?” “How many times do you get to have a first date?” Chris asked her.

Chris swirled the dark liquid about in his glass wondering what it would look like against Merci’s bare flesh. He lifted the glass to his mouth, remembered to stop and scent the bouquet, and then took a tiny sip. Fruity—like most wines he had tried. He couldn’t really believe that anyone could charge $180 for this.

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“Very nice,” he told the waiter, who promptly began to fill Merci’s glass. Wine really wasn’t Chris’ forte but that might actually be a help to him tonight. He didn’t want to get drunk again. Three years he’d held it together and he had no intention of slipping up tonight—not with the beauty sitting across the table from him. He definitely wanted to remember Merci. The waiter finished filling Chris’ own glass and left the table. Chris offered Merci a toast. “To blind dates,” he said, “I wish Liv had arranged for us to meet years ago.” Merci smiled. “To blind dates,” she repeated. They both drank, enjoying the slightly fruity taste and the pleasant warmth that rolled through their bodies after it. “Oh, that’s nice,” Merci said. “You really think so?” Chris asked. She met his eyes. “Yes, I do.” “I’m glad. I’m more of a whiskey drinker, but this is a nice change of pace.” “Is anything we’re doing tonight what you really like?” Merci asked. “Well I certainly enjoy having dinner with a beautiful woman,” Chris said. Merci shook her head. “I can’t figure you out. You’re not exactly a fake because you keep telling me the truth, but you’re not exactly yourself either.” She took another sip of her wine, and then asked: “Did you used to date

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Liv?” “Date?” Chris repeated. “No, I really can’t say we ever dated.” He decided a little more information might set Merci at ease. Most women didn’t like picking up their friends’ castoff boyfriends. “We know a lot of the same people and see each other at parties. Truth to tell, we’re really not close. In fact, it was only in the past twenty minutes or so that I’ve begun to wonder if Liv actually likes me.” For the first time this evening, Merci lost her smile and Chris realized he had put his foot in it again. “What about tonight makes you think Liv doesn’t like you?” Chris hurried to backpedal. “That came out sounding completely opposite to what I intended.” He hoped Merci would give him a chance to finish explaining himself. What was even more important, he hoped she would believe the explanation. “What I was trying to say is that tonight makes me think that Liv does like me! Before she set me up on this date with you, I thought that at best she merely tolerated me. We know a lot of the same people, but we really aren’t friends. I was very surprised when she suggested this date and even a little suspicious of her motives. But now I think I owe her an apology. I mean, look at you! You’re sweet, gorgeous, and so far at least a hell of lot of fun!” Merci relaxed as Chris explained himself, but she arched her eyebrow at this

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last statement. “So far?” Chris smacked himself in the forehead. “I just don’t know when to shut up, do I? I only meant to say that I’m really glad I’m here with you tonight.” Merci’s smile returned, full and natural, radically enhancing her already good looks. She reached out and touched Chris’ hand. “I’m glad I’m here tonight too.”

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Chapter Four Merci

Merci watched Chris swell in stature as she held his hand across the table. She couldn’t quite figure him out. Certainly she could see signs of the cocky SOB Liv loved to complain about, but part of her thought he was just trying to be charming. It was all in how she decided to look at things. Was Chris trying to get her drunk or trying to impress her with an expensive bottle of wine? Was he leering at her body or genuinely captivated with her beauty? Merci knew that she was attractive, but Chris made her feel like she should compete in the Miss America pageant. And he was a prize himself—at least physically—every woman in this place had looked him over as they walked to their table. How did she get herself into these problems? Perhaps she should try and draw out the crass self-centered bastard that Liv wanted her to take down a peg. She didn’t think she could go through with Liv’s plan if she didn’t actively start to dislike Chris. “So when you dated, you and Liv never...” She let the words trail off suggestively.

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Chris took a sip of wine—buying himself time to think, Merci suspected. “We never really dated,” Chris said, “and as for hooking up, I’m not sure what you want me to say. I don’t want to make Liv out to be a liar by contradicting her.” “But you don’t know what she says about you,” Merci said. Chris shrugged. “True enough, but... what’s between her and me should stay that way.” Discretion? The man in Liv’s stories would be bragging about his conquests. Maybe the wrong man had shown up at Merci’s door tonight. She tried one more time. “You could simply deny it.” “Look, I never dated Liv. If you don’t want to leave it at that, why don’t you ask her about it? She’s your friend and you should be able to trust her more than me.” Well that was just strange. Why all the run around if they hadn’t slept together? And suggesting she could trust Liv? Well, maybe she could, but Merci wasn’t certain. Liv wasn’t likely to outright lie to you, but she had a way of honestly twisting the truth. She fully believed the things she told you, but her memory often disagreed with those of other witnesses. “That seems fair enough,” Merci conceded, deciding to drop the matter. “Let’s forget Liv for the rest of the night and just have some fun together.”

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“So let me get this straight,” Merci said as the meal wound toward its end. “You really like ballet?” “No, I didn’t say that,” Chris explained. “I really like you. What I said was that I’d be pleased to escort you to the ballet any time you’d like to go. It would be a small price to pay for the chance to spend another evening together.” “So you don’t like ballet?” Merci asked again. “I really don’t know. I haven’t seen one since I was a child, but that first experience doesn’t give me much hope.” Merci found herself laughing again. She’d been doing a lot of that over dinner. Chris just wasn’t the person Liv had described to her and she’d been having a lot of fun. “Of course you might reward me for my selflessness,” Chris continued. Now this was what Merci had been expecting—a little blatant maneuvering to get into her panties. It had taken longer than Liv had thought it would, but maybe Chris had improved his game plan since he had moved in on Liv all those years ago. She decided to encourage him. “Oh yes?” “We could trade a ballet for an action flick.” Merci’s rising defenses plummeted again. “So this is two more dates we’re talking about?” “I have to be careful here,” Chris confided. “You see, your smile is really

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dangerous and if I don’t rein myself in I’ll be scaring us both by planning our next fifteen or twenty evenings together.” Merci fought down more laughter. “That does seem a bit presumptuous,” she agreed. “After all, we haven’t even finished our first date yet.” Chris checked his watch and his eyes widened in apparently genuine surprise. “I was going to say we haven’t finished our first hour yet, but we’re going on three.” Merci glanced at her own watch. Chris was right. It was almost ten o’clock. How had it gotten so late? “I knew I was having fun,” Chris continued, “but I guess I didn’t realize how much.” “I’ve had fun too,” Merci agreed. She was only mildly surprised now to find she was telling the truth. It would disappoint Liv, but Merci was not going forward with the plan. If Chris tried to come inside tonight when he took her home she would gently turn him away. Not only would it test his long term intentions, but it would strengthen their chance of discovering if they really wanted to go out again. “Would you like some more coffee?” Chris asked, clearly trying to distract them from the clock. “One more cup,” Merci agreed. “I’m in no hurry to get home.”

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Chapter Five Chris

Chris parked in Merci’s driveway and hurried around the car to open her door so that he could get another look at her spectacular cleavage and long lean legs. The Mustang was perfectly designed for showing off both. She had to stick her legs out to stand and she had to lean outwards to rise—showing Chris two separate visions of perfect mahogany flesh. The only problem was choosing which one to enjoy. Merci accepted his hand and rose up beside him—moonlight glistening off her perfect breasts. He hadn’t given her quite enough room. Her body almost touched his and her mouth was tantalizing close. She didn’t seem uncomfortable with his proximity. Her body language even seemed to invite him closer. He leaned in to kiss her intending to slide his left hand on to her hip and cup her face with his right—but what if he was wrong? Chris stopped—initially unable to understand why he was doing so. His arms hung awkwardly for a moment before he backed away to let Merci step clear of the car. “I had a really good time tonight,” he told her.

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To his utter astonishment, he realized this was true. What was even more incredible, he realized that it mattered to him. He’d never been one to pass up a chance at sex before. What was he afraid of? Merci’s expression proved difficult for him to read. “I had a good time too,” she told him. She fumbled for her key and started up the walk. Chris felt like a clumsy oaf beside her. Why the hell hadn’t he kissed her? Now he’d gone and screwed everything up. Not sure what to do with his hands, he thrust them into his pockets. Merci found her key, inserted it into the lock and opened her door before facing Chris on the threshold. Her eyes were large and beautiful, her smile full and inviting. Chris longed to kiss her full and deep and let his hands roam up and down her body, but some advice his sister had given him when he was a teenager suddenly popped into his mind. “Nothing convinces a woman that you’re really interested in her as much as resisting the impulse to kiss her on the first date.” Chris had no idea if the statement was true. In fact, he didn’t think he had ever followed it before but tonight he had met a woman worth giving it a try. All of a sudden Chris understood his hesitation by the car. He wanted to see Merci again and experience told him that sex on the first date made that less likely. He didn’t want to scare her off. “I really had a wonderful time this evening,” he told her. “I

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hope you’ll let me see you again.” Merci straightened up, pulling slightly away from him. “I’d like that.” “May I call you again?” Merci stared hard at Chris, but he still couldn’t translate the expression. “Yes,” she finally answered. “You can.” They stood together in silence for a little longer while the moments grew increasingly awkward. Then Chris took a step back. “So I’ll call you tomorrow then.” He turned and quickly made his way back to the car.

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Chapter Six Merci

Merci watched Chris go in utter astonishment. Was this really the man Liv had complained about all these years? She had expected to be pawed from the first moment he met her. Where was the self-absorbed, over-confident, smug bastard with the monster cock who got women drunk so he could sleep with them? Liv described Chris as a man who believed he was God’s Gift. Had the real Chris gone elsewhere and sent his angelic twin to fill in? For God’s sake, he hadn’t even kissed her goodnight and she’d done everything to encourage him except grab him by the ears and kiss him first! As Chris started the engine to his car, Merci jettisoned everything Liv had told her to expect and went with her own instincts. She ran from the front door to the driveway and tapped on Chris’ window. Chris looked startled when he saw Merci standing beside his car, but he quickly lowered the glass. “The night is young,” Merci told him. “Why don’t you come inside for another cup of coffee?”

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Instead of coffee, Merci opened wine. It was $168 per bottle cheaper than the two they had had in the restaurant, but she didn’t think Chris would mind. She filled two glasses and he scooped his up and sipped it without giving the liquid a proper chance to breathe. Before Merci could cringe, he smiled broadly. “This is really good!” he said with clearly unfeigned enthusiasm, “one hell of a lot better than that crap I bought in the restaurant.” Merci couldn’t suppress a smile. “No, it’s not,” she said, “but it’s nice of you to say so.” “No, really,” Chris said, “I’m not just flattering you. I actually like this bottle. What do you call this flavor, oaky?” Merci felt her smile broaden. She hoped it didn’t come off condescending. “No, this one is fruity. What we had at Antonio’s was oaky.” “Really?” She nodded. Chris shrugged and took another drink. “Well I think Antonio’s should put this one on the menu. You want to go there with me tomorrow so we can suggest it?” This time Merci laughed outright. “I guarantee you that Antonio’s would never put anything this inexpensive in their wine cellar,” she said, “no matter how

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good we think it is.” She slipped her arm into Chris’. “Why don’t we go into the next room so we can sit down?” She led Chris into the television room to her prized leather couch and snuggled up against him. The wine really was good. She loved the way its heat infused her body. Whiskey was too harsh, but a good wine rolled smoothly down her throat, spreading its heat through her chest and down her torso. She thought the buzz from the restaurant had long worn off, but this new glass revitalized it, making her feel cozy again. Chris slipped his left arm around her shoulders so she could lean against his chest. His fingers grazed her hip and lingered. “Mmmmm, this is nice,” Merci said. She let her own hand drift across his chest. There were serious muscles beneath his shirt. Chris was harder—fitter— than she had expected. “What time do you have to get up for work in the morning?” Chris asked. His question reminded Merci that it was only Thursday night. Blind dates were best on a week night as having work the next day was a credible reason to cut the date short if things went wrong. “I get up at...” Merci’s answer was interrupted by a serious yawn. “Oh, excuse me,” she said, “I didn’t realize I was getting sleepy.”

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Chris’ arm tightened around her. “Think nothing of it,” he said. “It’s later than we had planned. Do you want me to leave?” Merci didn’t want that—and not just because Liv would be mad if she didn’t finish things. “No,” she said. A second yawn interrupted her. “Let me sit up straight for a moment before I embarrass myself.” “I’d better go,” Chris said. He placed his mostly empty glass of wine on an end table and started to rise. Merci stopped him with a hand on his chest. She had a decision to make. If Liv hadn’t been playing games it would have been easy, but because Merci’s desires paralleled Liv’s to a certain extent, she felt a little bit dirty moving forward. “Wait a minute. I want to ask you something.” Chris settled back down on the couch and Merci pulled her legs up beneath her so she could sit facing him. “What is it?” he asked. Merci licked her lips. “Why didn’t you kiss me out front? I know you wanted to.” Chris twisted slightly in his seat. His head dipped towards hers. His mouth opened slightly to kiss her. Merci raised her hand between them. “Wait a minute! That wasn’t a request. I really want to know.”

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Chris sat back on the couch again and picked up his discarded wine glass. He swirled the liquid about the bowl a couple of times and then drained the contents. Merci watched him without saying a word. “Truth?” Chris asked. “Of course.” “I was afraid that if we went too far tonight you wouldn’t want to go out with me again this weekend.” Merci rejected this notion out of hand. Whatever Liv wanted her to pretend, no one was really scared away by a big dick. Then she realized there was a different way to interpret Chris’ words. “I’m not going to have second thoughts tomorrow,” she told him. She touched his cheek with her left hand and he leaned in to kiss her. His lips were hard, his questing tongue uncertain. Merci opened her lips and sent out her own tongue to greet her new lover. The wine-induced heat intensified throughout her body, flushing her cheeks, her throat and her breasts. To hell with Liv! Merci was too damn horny to play her friend’s games tonight. Chris slid forward, wrapping one large hand around her side and increasing the pressure of his lips upon her mouth. His tongue became more demanding;

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exploring deep inside her while the hand on her side encouraged her to move closer to him. Merci slid on to Chris’ lap, straddling his thigh with her legs one knee to either side of his leg. Her panty-clad lips pressed deliciously against the dark fabric of his trousers as Chris’ free hand found her waist, started upward, then changed direction until it came to rest on her ass. His fingers squeezed her cheek through her tight red dress inciting her to grind her moist lips on his thigh. She broke the kiss. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?” she asked. By way of answer, Chris rose up against her and started kissing her again. The movement brought their chests into contact for the first time, flattening her breasts against his hard pectoral muscles. His lips sucked upon hers and the tip of his tongue fluttered delightfully against hers. Both hands were on her ass now, squeezing her cheeks before slipping lower in search of Merci’s thigh. She rose up on her knees to assist him. This had the unintended consequence of pulling her breasts off Chris’ chest as her new relative height forced her to bend her neck to keep kissing him, but his hands found her thighs and rode her pantyhose back up to her ass. Merci’s fingers found the buttons of Chris’ shirt and began to fumble with them. It shouldn’t have been difficult, but his fingers were quite distracting, taking her efforts to undress him as license to do the same to her. His thumbs hooked the

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top of her hose and dragged them down, somehow missing her panties. He abandoned the hose at mid thigh and returned to exploring her ass now that only her thin panties obstructed his fingers. His shirt finally opened and Merci forced him to let go of her rear while she pushed it off his arms. Next she loosened his necktie and slipped it over his head. He did the t-shirt himself, pulling it off and tossing it across the room. He had a weightlifter’s sharp definition, but not the bulging bulk of a Mr. Universe contestant. His skin was smooth and hairless, just the way Merci liked it. She slid off his leg and began to kiss her way down Chris’ body. She started with his chin and throat, fending off his hands when he tried to cup her breasts. She wanted to play with him first and experience told her it was hard to keep the initiative once a man discovered her breasts and her ultra-sensitive nipples. She kissed and licked her way around Chris’ pecs, working in gentle circles toward his hard little nipples. When her tongue finally came into contact with them she gave him a little lesson in what she liked herself, first teasing the puckered flesh with her tongue, then bringing her sharp little teeth to bear on them. Chris squirmed beneath her while the bulge in his pants grew larger until he finally couldn’t take the pleasure anymore. “Stop that!” he said, grabbing Merci by the arms and wrestling her over on the couch. His lips found hers, opening her

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again, taking the time to enjoy his exploration while his fingers finally touched the underside of her large breasts. A shudder rippled the entire length of Merci’s body, forcing her to close her eyes as she rode the tremor. He tickled her again, scratching lightly against the soft flesh, making her whole body tingle. His mouth never stopped kissing her. His knee slid between her legs so that their inner thighs rested against each other. His fingers grew bolder, lightly cupping her breast, caressing the edge of her aureole through the fabric of her dress and bra, forcing Merci to pay more attention to fundamental needs like breathing than kissing Chris’ hard mouth. He made things both easier and harder then—sliding his kisses south to her chin, working his way up the sharp line of her jaw. The shift in his attention eased the need to concentrate on the movements of her mouth and tongue but added to the distraction of his fingers on her breasts as he raised the heat in her cheeks and throat. Her hands began to caress his abdomen, feeling the tight muscles, working their way south of their own accord. She brushed the top of his trousers and wondered if it was too early to open him up and see if Liv had told the truth about him. Chris’ thumb found her nipple and a spark shot through her body. Her fingers clenched, scratching her nails across Chris’ tight stomach. His lips sucked

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enticingly at the nape of her neck. His thumb began to trace the outlines of her swollen tit through her dress and bra, causing the puckered flesh to grow even harder. His kisses moved lower, brushing the tops of her breast as his thumb played with her nipple through her clothes. Merci’s hands hovered uncertainly above Chris’ crotch while his kisses on her breasts grew more urgent. He squeezed the soft flesh with his hands, molding her as if he hoped she would pop free of her dress. She wanted to touch him but she needed more wine. “Whew!” she said. “When did it get so hot in here? I need a moment to cool down. Can I get you another glass of wine?” Chris didn’t immediately release her. Instead, right hand still cupping her breast, he slid back up her body so he could look down into her eyes. “There are other ways to cool down,” he said. His thumb resumed toying with her nipple. Merci trembled and almost conceded to his suggestion. “We’re not finished yet,” she said. “I just need to catch my breath.” Chris kissed her again, stealing the little bit of air she had gathered while his fingers pinched her nipples, sending shockwaves radiating through her body. Merci gave into the kiss for a few moments, losing herself in the feel of Chris’ tongue in her mouth and his fingers on her tit. Then his hand began to drift south, gliding over her stomach and down the skirt of her dress until he could slip

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beneath the red fabric and work his way up again, past the pantyhose still tangled at mid-thigh, to lightly caress the bare flesh of her leg. Her whole body began to quiver as all of her senses strained to follow the progress of those fingers. They gently looped about, making ever widening circles on her sensitive inner flesh. Each orbit brought Chris nearer to the silk-clad treasure between her legs. Her tongue ceased moving against his and her breath caught in her throat as she focused on the progress of those fingers. Closer, closer—contact—the tips of Chris’ fingers brushed the crotch of her panties moving the silk ever so slightly against her swollen labia. The shudder that rippled up her body momentarily overwhelmed every sensory organ. Her vision dimmed, her hearing contracted so that only the thudding of her own heart remained audible, the billion-odd nerve endings in her flesh all seemed to focus on the edge of her pussy which Chris had almost brushed with his fingers. The hand completed another orbit, gliding across her smooth skin, dipping under the edge of her panties to brush against the ultra sensitive flesh of her swollen outer labia. A spasm wracked her body lifting her head off the couch and her knees into the air. Chris grinned above her and circled his fingers in for another pass. This time he rode midway up the outer edge of her yearning lips, tantalizing her with the promise of more to come.

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She couldn’t bear the suspense. She wanted those fingers inside of her. She wanted Chris to split her open and thrust his digits into her sopping flesh. She needed his teeth on her tit, biting hard while she orgasmed. He brushed against her again, cresting the swollen labia so that the balls of his fingers skimmed the moisture beading in the crevice between her lips and dragged it outside. A small part of Merci wanted to stop Chris’ hand, to diminish the intensity of the pleasure he triggered within her, to assert control over her body again, but no muscle would respond to her command. She lay paralyzed beneath his touch as he broke the wet seal between her labia and trailed her inner juices down her thigh. Her body quaked on its own, trembling constantly now, vibrating against the couch in full foreknowledge of the ecstasy to come. Chris began to kiss her again, gently fucking her upper mouth with his tongue while his finger circled her pussy, riding through the tangled hair of her bush, circling her lips to climb to her crevice from below. One finger slipped inside her body, penetrating just deep enough to separate the outer lips while leaving the inner ones closed. Then it rode out again and circled her clitoris, barely brushing the hood, as it returned to her pussy and struck! The abrupt change in Chris’ tempo took Merci completely by surprise. One moment he was lightly teasing her lips and the next he had thrust hard inside her,

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splitting her apart with two fingers, grinding the rough calluses on the heel of his hand into her ready clitoris. Merci’s pussy exploded in pleasure. Her hips bucked hard into the air as every nerve ending in her groin went supernova. Her body only stayed on the couch because Chris steered her with his hand on her pussy, riding her orgasmic convulsions as he continued to thrust in and out of her cunt. His left hand grasped her by the hair, anchoring Merci’s head to the seat cushion and unintentionally discovering another of her erotic turn ons. The bit of light bondage intensified the power of her climax as her mind realized she could neither escape nor hide from the attention of the hand fingering her to ever greater ecstasy. She came harder—stronger—gyrating wildly against Chris’ strength. He stopped kissing her, focusing all of his attention on controlling her possessed body. She thrashed madly back and forth, finally falling off the couch and pulling Chris after her. That gave her over-stimulated body a few brief moments to recover herself, but all she could do was roll over on her stomach in her futile efforts to escape the source of her pleasure. Her legs were half bound by the pantyhose tangled on her thighs. She got her ass into the air and then Chris had her again, grabbing hold of her red panties

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and yanking them down with the pantyhose. He squeezed her cheeks then reached between her legs to feel her again, his wet fingers attacking her pussy from behind and opening her up for a second round of penetration. “Enough!” Merci cried. She rolled over on her side and pulled her legs tight up beneath her. “Please! I need air... wine ...” Chris pinched her ass, clearly enjoying the feel of her chocolate flesh beneath his fingers. Then he scooped Merci up in both arms, cradled her shaking body against his wonderful bare chest and laid her back upon the couch. “Wine and air,” he repeated, “and then we’re really going to start having fun.” Merci listened to the sounds of his footsteps departing toward the kitchen and wondered how much more enjoyment she could handle tonight.

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Chapter Seven Chris

Chris walked into the kitchen and retrieved the bottle of wine. The air conditioning had made the house cold. He hadn’t noticed earlier in the excitement of exploring Merci’s body, but the temperature was low enough that for the moment at least he wished he could recover his shirt. Not that he really wanted to do anything that might make Merci think he didn’t want to continue this evening. He carried the bottle back into the television room to find Merci still laying in a fetal position on the couch. She’d pulled her panties and pantyhose back up to her waist while he’d been gone, but done nothing to control the wild tangle of her hair or even to pull the hem of her dress back down to mid thigh. She looked incredibly sexy lying there waiting for him. He wished they didn’t have to waste time on the wine. He wanted to get back to the task of exploring her body. He had the growing hope that Merci wouldn’t need the wine to appreciate him. She smiled as he approached her. “Mmmmm, that was... wow you’re good.” Chris felt the compliment in his cock as well as his ego. Both stirred in a mixture of appreciation and anticipation. He filled her wine glass where it sat on

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the end table and offered it to her. Merci pushed herself up into a sitting position and accepted the glass from him. She took a sip then waved her other hand in front of her like a fan. “Whew, is it just me or is it hot in here? My heart is racing and I still can’t quite catch my breath.” Chris knew that he was grinning fiercely, but under the circumstances, that ought to be expected. “I take no credit,” he said. “You’re smoking!” He knelt down in front of her and ran his hand from Merci’s knee halfway up her inner thigh. She trembled, closing her eyes and letting her head fall back against the couch. Her legs parted just enough to encourage him to explore farther. “Oh God that’s nice,” she whispered. Chris wasn’t certain how he should proceed. What he wanted most, of course, was to drop his pants, spread Merci’s thighs and thrust his full erection deep inside her. A more sensible approach would be to finish priming her, play with her pussy, and get her ready for what was likely the biggest cock of her life. But there was something special about this woman which made her worth taking the extra time to make certain she enjoyed tonight as much as he hoped to. He set the wine bottle down on the hardwood floor beside him so he could dedicate both his hands to Merci’s seduction. Then he brought them both to her

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calf, lifting her leg so he could examine her high heel shoe and incidentally give himself a wonderful view of her crotch. The shoe was red like her dress with a three inch spike. He rubbed her ankle against his cheek then kissed her heel while he carefully undid the strap around her ankle. He slipped the shoe off her foot and set it on the floor. She had very small feet and he ran his thumb up the underside, digging into the muscles and helping her relax. He kissed the tip of her big toe, sucking gently on it despite the pantyhose while he worked at the tense muscles in her arch with both his thumbs. Merci rewarded him with a sigh and scooted slightly down the couch. Her crotch became more visible. A wet spot adorned her panties, presumably a consequence of him fingering her to an orgasm. Damn that was exciting—the way Merci’s body blossomed to life beneath his fingers… He shifted his attention to her other foot—licking the ankle, searching for a response. The pantyhose made this more difficult but he couldn’t slip them off while her shoes were still on. He sucked lightly on the top of her foot where the flesh was exposed by the cut of the shoe. His fingers fumbled at the strap and then he played Prince Charming in reverse, sliding the covering free to expose Merci’s toes. Chris liked toes! Not as much as he liked breasts and pussies, it was true,

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but he liked to feel them slipping in and out of his mouth while he massaged a woman’s calf and foot and stared down her leg at her pussy. He worked on her tight flesh now, kneading the muscles, helping her relax, getting her ready for the lovemaking to come. He set the foot down and ran his hands up her inner thighs again, switching to the outer side as he approached her pussy. He hooked the top of her pantyhose with his fingers and pulled them all the way down, careful not to catch the panties as well. Merci trembled as the cold house air kissed her newly uncovered skin. Her nipples pressed visibly against her dress. Her eyes closed as her body shivered with pleasure. He lifted her naked right foot and explored her big toe with his tongue, tickling it, swirling its length like the top of an ice cream cone. Merci tried to pull away, but Chris held her firm, moving to the next toe, moistening the ball of each digit, while loosening the tension in her muscles with his thumbs. He licked the arch of each foot, finding the sensitive places, enjoying her efforts to squirm in his hand. He moved on to her ankles, taking the time to find the little ticklish spots that caused Merci’s leg to twitch and tremble. He kissed and sucked her calves, lifting her leg as he did to better expose her thighs and the panty-clad treasure in between. The little wet spot was brighter

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now, as if new juices rejuvenated the stain. His tongue touched Merci’s thighs, making her tremble. He took his time, exploring her soft brown flesh, discovering which spots made her gasp and which places made her sigh. The wider she spread her thighs, the more she uncovered herself. He could see her trim bush pushing at the front of her panties and make out the general contours of her lips beneath the red crotch. He worked his way higher, until his nose brushed that thin strip of silk. Her panties were so wet that he could feel the moisture on the tip of his nose. Merci shivered as he repositioned himself, responding to his hot breath as he hovered over her still-clad lower mouth. She still held her glass of wine, carefully balancing the liquid in her shaking hand. She seemed to recognize this at the same time that Chris did. She twisted her torso at the waist and extended the glass toward the end table, but Chris interrupted her movement by hooking his finger into the crotch of her panties and pulling them away from her moist quivering lips. The cold air in the room came into contact with the center of Merci’s heat and she almost spilled her wine. She pulled back, squarely facing Chris, then thought better of the choice and attempted once again to set the glass on the end table. Chris blew gently on her glistening lips, freezing Merci like a deer in headlights before her whole body began to tremble uncontrollably.

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He blew again. His cool steady breath moved over her crotch and across her swollen clitoris until it stirred the curly black hairs of her bush. Her trembling grew more violent. The wine splashed back and forth within her glass and Merci let out a low moan that spoke directly to Chris’ big cock. It stirred, straightened, hardened within his pants, forcefully reminding him that the pleasures he anticipated were just a few minutes away. He inched closer, tasting Merci’s wetness for the first time with the sharp tip of his tongue. Wine splashed out of her glass to color her hand. Her trembles became body shaking shudders as her body surged to the precipice of her next orgasm. “Chris,” she panted, unintentionally encouraging him to do more. His tongue penetrated her outer lips, tasting the sweet juices and simultaneously igniting a new orgasm. Merci’s body jack-knifed , her wine glass breaking on the hard wood floor as she doubled over on top of Chris, wrapping his head in her arms and pushing his face hard against her pussy. Chris responded just as quickly, sliding his hands beneath Merci’s ass and pressing her sweet flesh up into his mouth. He abandoned all pretense at subtlety, thrusting his tongue as deep within her body as he could and sucking on her wet flesh as hard as he could.

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Merci squeezed harder, crushing him between her thighs and screeching with excitement. Chris dug his nails into her ass and wished for a third hand which he could use to finger fuck her. His mouth rode higher, circling her clit and sucking it between his teeth. She bucked in response, screaming his name and something about God. He let go of her sweet ass with his right hand and buried two fingers deep in her cunt. The action further electrified her, causing her to slam dance beneath him, bucking, bouncing and gyrating as he rode her into yet another orgasm. Her juices coated his chin and hand, proving she was wet enough to handle a real man’s cock. In one movement he stood up, opened his pants and pulled out his massive dick. He was totally hard and ready for her, even though she hadn’t touched him yet. He rubbed the too-massive head against the quivering flesh between Merci’s legs and forced himself within. His efforts broke through the mind-numbing string of orgasms to capture Merci’s attention. “Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!” she screamed. He wanted to join in the chorus but it took all of his attention not to erupt into his own climax. Merci was incredibly tight, but the slick lips and walls of her pussy were also totally inviting. He thrust forward, driving the wedge-shaped head of his cock deeper between her dark lips.

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She stopped screaming, overwhelmed for the moment by the enormity of the organ pressing inside her. This was the moment that Chris dreaded. Would she kick him out as too many women had or would she wrap those luscious brown thighs around him and welcome him inside? He pulled slightly back and thrust deeper. “Yessssssssss!” Merci hissed. “Oh, Chris, yes!” It was everything he could have hoped for and she hadn’t had to get drunk to try. Chris thrust again, picking up his tempo, finding a driving rhythm. She stopped overtly climaxing, retreating to the edge of the precipice while her body tried to adjust to the overly large object pumping inside her. Chris lifted his hands to her breasts, squeezing the soft globes, tweaking her nipples, surprising a smile onto Merci’s face. “Oh, yes,” she said again. “That’s the way! Pinch my tits!” She began to thrust her groin back against him, matching his efforts, actively making love to him as opposed to merely accommodating his cock. He fumbled with her cleavage until he pulled one large breast free of the dress. From the immediate expression on Merci’s face, it wasn’t the most comfortable of feelings, but he was dying to see her large ebony nipples—to twist them directly without cloth to obstruct his fingers. Merci’s hands slid down her body until her fingers encircled his shaft,

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adding another kind of stimulation as he pumped in and out. His balls began to tighten, preparing for his climax. Chris wanted her to come with him. He abandoned her breast to touch her clit again. Merci shuddered, momentarily losing her matching rhythm. “I’m close!” he said, grunting out the words. “Want you—” Merci abandoned his cock to replace his fingers on her clit with her own. “Oh, oh—” Her face contorted with strain just as Chris lost control. Semen erupted out of his cock and Merci tightened up in an answering climax. He slipped out of her, spraying cum across her beautiful dark thighs, landing another spray in her bush, and yet another on her couch. Despite her own orgasm, Merci managed to slide on to the floor in front of Chris. Her hand found his cock and gripped it like a life line. More semen spilled out of him, falling down his shaft to coat her hand. Merci pulled herself up and tried to swallow him. Her own continuing shudders made her miss, but she still got her hot lips on part of his head. He tangled his fingers in her hair and tried to help her, but his knees were weak and the trousers around his ankles tripped him. He landed beside her on the floor where she proceeded to kiss and bite his nipples while she held him tightly in her hand.

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Chapter Eight Merci

“Mmmm,” Merci moaned when her lips came free of Chris, “that’s nice.” They lay on the floor together, Chris completely naked and Merci somehow still in her dress. She didn’t know if the dry cleaner could save it and she wished she’d stop thinking about that. She’d just had the most intense sexual experience of her life and it didn’t seem to be over yet. Every other guy she’d ever fucked would be rolled over on his side sleeping by now, but Chris appeared happy to kiss her all night long. Not that he’d forgotten the rest of her body. His fingers continued to stroke her stomach, her side, the curve of her one bare breast, but for the most part his lips had stayed with hers—kissing, sucking, licking, tonguing. What happened to the self-absorbed prick that Liv always described? Chris perched himself up on his elbow so he could better look at her. “When are you going to get rid of that dress?” he asked. “I want to see the woman who just rocked my world.” “You can’t see me now?” Merci asked. “What’s wrong? You need glasses?”

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Chris tweaked her nipple, making her body twitch with excitement. “You want to do this the easy way or the hard way?” Merci boldly touched the tight muscles of Chris’ abdomen, caressing the hard flesh with the balls of her fingers. “Would you care to explain the difference between my choices?” “The easy way involves you standing up and undressing for me,” Chris told her. “I want to see how sexy you look when you slip out of that dress and drop your bra and panties.” “Mmhmmm,” Merci murmured. “And the hard way?” “The hard way involves me ripping that dress over your head, yanking off your bra and panties, and taking you again right now against the couch.” “You think you’re up to a second round so soon?” Merci asked him. “You did just—oh my God!” She couldn’t believe her eyes. What had happened to that massive cock? Chris sat up. “What’s wrong?” “Your dick!” Merci said. “I didn’t believe her! What happened to it?” “What do you mean what happened? I came—I lost my erection.” Merci touched the little thing tentatively with the tips of her fingers. It was completely limp and while still fairly thick, no longer than her forefinger. “But it’s so small!”

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Chris laughed, completely unconcerned by the accusation. “There’s an easy solution to that problem,” he said. “Why don’t you slip out of that dress and suck me back to life again?” “But... it was so big!” Merci said. “I mean like nine or ten inches. How could that little thing swell up like that?” Chris shrugged. “Don’t tell me mine is the first cock you’ve seen.” Merci looked him in the eye. “I was not a virgin tonight,” she said, “but this is my first white dick.” “And black cocks don’t shrink when they go limp?” Merci shook her head. “Not like this, they don’t. If I hadn’t just seen it—just felt it—I would never believe it.” Chris laughed again. “Well don’t rely on your memory. Make me hard again.” Merci folded her fingers around Chris’ penis—flaccid it fit into her hand. She leaned over to lick it. “Wait a minute! You still have that dress on.” Merci ignored him, flicking out her tongue to taste the soft flesh in her hand. It truly seemed impossible that it had shrunk to this extent. She licked him long and slow, letting the flat of her tongue slather the head in saliva until Chris sighed and sank back down on the floor.

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That was more like it—she wanted to be the one pulling the strings for a while. She pulled on the limp flesh and kissed the base of the cock, sucking the soft skin into her mouth hard enough to leave a mark. “What did you mean when you said she was right?” Chris asked. Ice gripped Mercy’s chest and she stopped sucking on Chris for a moment before she recovered her senses enough to pretend not to understand. “Hmmmm?” “You said something like: I didn’t believe her,” Chris said. Merci licked her way to the top of Chris’ shaft, noting that it was longer now than when she first took hold of it. “Do you want to talk or to fuck?” Her words egged on his erection and she took him fully into her mouth to encourage him, sucking lightly on the growing flesh. With her right hand, she cupped his balls and began to play with them. With the left, she toyed with his inner thigh, using her fingernails to lightly explore his erogenous zones. Her actions triggered an immediate response as Chris’ cock quickly swelled to the size of most of the erections she was familiar with. Fortunately, he didn’t stop there. His penis continued to engorge, pushing Merci’s mouth away from his groin as the shaft lengthened beneath her. “Oh, that’s nice,” Chris murmured. Merci switched her hands around, lifting her right to his shaft where she began to pump his length beneath her lips. With her left she cupped his balls,

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feeling their weight in her hand as she rhythmically squeezed them. Chris continued to swell, his erection filling her mouth until he was really too big to contain. She worried about gagging and sliding the rim of that huge head out past her teeth, but it wasn’t until Chris began to pump up into her mouth that she actually gave up on blowing him. “Easy there,” she said, “you’re too damn big to fuck me that way.” Chris scooped her into his arms and pulled her back down on the floor beside him. “Well let’s be a little more traditional then,” he suggested. His cock pressed against her belly, as his lips found her cheek, her jaw, her throat. His hands began to roam, avoiding her breasts to search out the zipper behind her and painstakingly open it. Her breasts spilled forward as the fabric loosened and Chris failed to ignore the distraction. He pulled her dress down about her waist so he could free her bosom from her bra. Merci had always believed her breasts were her best physical attribute and Chris certainly appeared to appreciate them. He scooped one mahogany globe up in his hand and began to kiss the large ebony aureole, starting at the edges and working his way in. Merci felt her flesh begin to pucker and watched the long nipple stand up in pride. “How did you know I like tootsie rolls?” Chris asked just before his tongue darted out to taste the top of one swollen tit.

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The shock of pleasure jolting through Merci’s body confused her thought processes. “What?” “Your beautiful tits look just like my favorite candy,” Chris explained, “mini tootsie rolls.” He lightly bit the sensitive flesh and a spasm buckled Merci’s body. “Mmmm, just as chewy and just as tasty,” Chris said. He sucked the tit hard into his mouth and tried to touch Merci’s stomach but her crumpled dress got in the way. He let go of the nipple. “This has got to go!” Grabbing the top of the dress with both hands, he pulled it quickly down Merci’s body, tossing it across the room. The air conditioning embraced her, raising goose bumps on her flesh and heightening her need for Chris’ body. His tongue went to work on her other nipple; teasing, playing and stimulating the ultra sensitive flesh while his fingers glided over her stomach, skirting her navel to patrol the territory just north of her panties. Merci closed her eyes and concentrated on breathing. She had intended to take control for this third round but all she wanted now was to keep feeling Chris’ lips and fingers. He slipped under her panties and began a foray into her bush, searching the hair of her mons veneris for the spots that made her see stars. He found them too—Merci never remembered feeling so many sparks

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without her genitals actually being part of the action. Sure Chris was sucking on her nipples, but that didn’t explain the twinges of pleasure shocking her groin or the way her body leaned into his fingers as they caressed her. He ventured further south, testing the moistness of her lips and dragging the sweet liquid out into the air to lubricate her clitoris. Merci couldn’t stifle her moans. She let her hips rise and fall, gyrating sensuously beneath Chris’ skilled fingers. She’d completely surrendered control to him and she didn’t care. All she wanted to do was let this man make her come again. His mouth switched back to her other nipple, leaving the first suddenly cold without his lips to warm it. His fingers slid inside her again, letting the long middle digit ride her clit as he penetrated her. His forefinger and ring finger rode either side of her labia compressing them against the middle finger—making her tremble—longing for something larger. Her heart beat could outpace a race horse’s. Chris’ actions were generating enough electricity to power a twelve story skyscraper. The charge kept building, building, building. His lips on her nipple... His fingers in her pussy. All powerful need peaked in her groin and further engorged her already swollen tits. Her fingers began to flail as her body quivered on the verge of climax. She brushed his monster cock with her hand and clamped hold of it. Chris jerked in response, curling his long middle digit inside her,

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accidentally digging hard into her g-spot. Merci’s whole lower body erupted in pleasure. She screamed, thrust her hips high into the sky, and squeezed even harder on Chris’ cock. The bastard let go of her convulsing pussy and pulled away. A moment later he swung her body around, pushed her legs high into the air, and yanked her panties off. Her hips continued to dance, riding out the orgasm that Chris was no longer conducting. He forced one ankle back near her ear, crushing Merci’s breast with her own leg, and rubbed his thick erection against the lips of her pussy. Merci’s tremors intensified as Chris bore down to his task. He found the slit between her lips and thrust hard with his hips. Merci’s mouth opened in startled pleasure. She couldn’t believe the shear girth of him. Her pussy tightened spastically around his length, still vibrating with her continuing climax. Chris howled with excitement and began to pump, bullying his way through her tightened circumference, the friction of his passage renewing her orgasm. She dug her fingernails into his white ass, encouraging him to thrust harder, faster, edging up his climax until molten fire filled her insides and triggered one last orgasm to meet his.

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Merci heard Chris’ words through the fog of half-sleep but didn’t fully comprehend them. “Owe her for what?” “For introducing us,” Chris said. “It’s seems funny now, but I never really thought Liv liked me before. She’s not an easy woman to get along with.” Merci felt her heart go cold with dread. Liv didn’t like Chris and Merci was suddenly afraid that Chris would learn why she had agreed to go out with him. “It’s my fault, I guess,” Chris mumbled. “It’s embarrassing, but I really didn’t remember.” “Remember what?” Merci asked, truly not understanding what he was talking about. “It’s what you asked me about at dinner. I really don’t remember how far we went.” Merci racked her brain until finally her sleepy mind started functioning again. “You don’t remember if you slept with Liv? Oh my God, everything makes sense now!” “It’s terrible,” Chris agreed, “but I got really, really drunk at a party a few years ago. Apparently Liv and I hooked up afterwards and she got very angry when I didn’t call her the next day. But that was nothing to how furious she got when she realized I didn’t know what she was talking about. I just honestly didn’t remember anything. I guess Liv has finally forgiven me.”

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Chris’ words explained so much that Merci had never understood. He’d given Liv the ultimate insult—not remembering their night together—and Liv really was too proud to ever forgive Chris for that transgression. Merci would have to tell him or next time Liv might get her revenge. “She hasn’t forgiven you, Chris.” “What?” “Do you know why she suggested I date you tonight?” Chris hesitated for a moment before admitting that he did not. “Liv had just had a one night stand with a black man and she was talking about a difference she’d noticed between his dick and white ones.” “I don’t understand.” “Neither did I at first,” Merci admitted. “Apparently most black men keep their size all the time and just get really, really hard when they’re erect. Most white cocks get small when they’re soft and then grow maybe three or four times their length as they harden. Liv told me this and I didn’t believe her. Anyway, Liv set up this evening to prove her point.” Chris sat up beside Merci, half spilling her on to the floor. “You went out with me to see how much my dick grows during an erection?” Merci sat up beside him. “When you say it like that it sounds bad, but the truth is even worse. Liv wanted me to get you to expose yourself—get you all

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turned on so I could see the size of your erection—then pretend to be frightened by your size and kick you out unsatisfied.” “What?” Chris asked. The expression on his face would be comical if the situation wasn’t so serious. “She wanted you hurt—embarrassed—feeling ashamed of your body,” Merci said. She didn’t tack on the obvious ending: like you made her feel. “And you were going to do this?” Chris’ indignation hurt Merci even though it was justified. “I don’t know. I’d been drinking. I don’t really remember what I promised. I just knew I had to go on this date and well—you’re really not the guy Liv’s been telling me about all of these years. You’re sweet, selfless, strong...about the only thing Liv got right is that you have an incredibly big cock. So I thought I’d take a look and make up my own mind as the evening went on.” “So this is all—” “No!” Merci would not compromise on this point. “I started throwing out Liv’s opinion and making my own plans before we even got to the restaurant. I like you, Chris. This was real tonight.” Chris fell silent for a moment. “I wish I could be sure because I really like you, Merci.” “How can I make you sure?” Merci asked.

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Chris didn’t answer, so she leaned forward and kissed him tenderly, letting her tongue stroke some enthusiasm back into his body. “I’ll make a deal with you,” she suggested, taking his penis back into her hand. “You let me make certain you’ll never forget tonight, and I’ll let you take me out tomorrow, and the next day, and the next day, and as often as you want.” Chris pulled Merci into his arms, his dick already growing in her hand. “Which way is the bedroom?” he asked.

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Chapter Nine Interlude: The Morning After Merci

Merci snatched up the phone without taking her eyes off the spreadsheet on her office computer, “Merci LaCroix speaking.” “So tell me about it!” Liv demanded. Anticipation bubbled in her voice. “I want to hear every last detail.” Merci’s spine stiffened at the sound of her friend’s voice and she wished that she had checked the caller ID before answering. She felt exhausted after her long night with Chris but also felt happier than she’d been in a very long time—at least she’d felt that way until she heard Liv’s voice on the other end of the line. “So tell me!” Liv repeated. Merci knew she should simply brazen it out and tell Liv the truth, but that was going to make Liv angry and Merci really hated to fight. “It was—” Evidently, Merci wasn’t speaking fast enough for Liv. “What did he do when you pretended to be scared? That cock of his is a real monster, isn’t it?” Merci turned away from her keyboard and began fidgeting with a pen. Liv

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was really going to be pissed. “It was-” Liv laughed. “I can picture his face. Poor Chris, all worked up and no one to help him get off. Tell me what he said!” “I slept with him!” Merci blurted. “What?” “I slept with him!” Merci repeated. “His cock was so big. I’d never seen one like it. I got excited. I was a little drunk. I-” “You slept with him!” Liv shouted. “What the hell made you do that? You were suppose to frustrate the bastard! Humiliate him if you could! You weren’t suppose to help him get his rocks off.” As Liv shouted, Merci dropped the pen and pulled in on herself. She pulled her legs up under her on the office chair and waited out the storm of Liv’s words. When her friend finally finished, she quietly asked: “How long have you known me, Liv? Did you really think I could do something like that?” Silence filled the electronic space between them, stretching out until Merci couldn’t take it anymore. “I didn’t plan to sleep with him,” Merci said, “but I had a lot of fun, and the wine was good, and-” “This isn’t a disaster,” Liv interrupted. “You’re right! There was no way you were going to be able to go through with my first plan. You’re too nice to be mean to anyone. But we can still salvage this. You’re gorgeous. When he calls you up for

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another date you have to refuse. Tell him his big cock hurt you and you don’t want to see him again. Tell him-” Merci cut her off. “We’re going out again tonight, Liv.” “What? You can’t—” “I really liked him, Liv, and he’s really good in bed. I’m sorry I don’t want to hurt you, but I want to see Chris again.” “No!” Liv spoke the word as if she had the ability to determine Merci’s actions. “I’m sorry,” Merci repeated, then added, “thanks for introducing us.” “You can’t do this!” Liv shouted. “He’s an arrogant prick, Merci, and he’s going to end up hurting you. Look, I’m sorry I set this whole thing in motion but you can’t go out with him again.” “I’ve already agreed,” Merci said, “and Liv, I really like him.” “You can’t do this!” Liv repeated. She’d moved from shocked to demanding to cajoling to angry. “I’m sorry,” Merci said. “You can’t be friends with both of us!” Liv warned. “I’m sorry…”

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Part II: Close Shave Chapter Ten Chris

Two weeks later, Chris rolled away from Merci’s still-sleeping body and slapped the snooze button on the alarm clock. He couldn’t believe it was already 6:00 A.M. When had they actually stopped making love and begun to drift off toward sleep? Was it around 2:30? 3:00? These late energetic nights would be the death of both of them, but Chris wasn’t about to start complaining or change a thing. He got his palms flat on the mattress and pushed his chest and head up off the bed. Merci curled up in the fetal position beside him and the bed sheet slipped down to her waist exposing one perfect mound of smooth dark flesh curving toward a thick ebony nipple. Chris felt his penis stir despite having come twice the night before. He glanced back at the clock: 6:02 A.M. There might be time for a quickie before they went to work. Neither of them really needed to be late again. Chris pulled the sheet the rest of the way down Merci’s body, his erection

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growing as he exposed her smooth dark skin. She was so beautiful. He ran his pale fingertips over her sleek hip and down her thigh, feeling the electricity spark between their bodies. He slipped his hand between her legs and wormed his way back up to her pussy. Merci squirmed in her sleep but did not open her thighs for him. His dick was quite hard now, the impressive organ pointing straight up past his navel toward his chin. He pulled on Merci’s thigh, turning her over onto her back. Merci sighed but still did not waken. Her large breasts flattened against her chest and her dark nipples pointed up at the ceiling as if posing to catch his attention. Chris slid his right hand through her thick curly bush until his thumb came to rest on her clitoris. He rubbed it lightly with the tip of his calloused flesh. The friction was greater than he wanted so he lifted the thumb to his mouth and sucked on it for a few moments before returning his hand to Merci’s pussy. His fingers snaked back through her curly hair and the thumb slid smoothly around her swelling clitoris. Merci stretched, arching her back and pushing herself firmly against Chris’ hand. He couldn’t resist pressing the bare purpling head of his swollen cock against Merci’s outer labia. He stroked her clit again.

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The alarm went off, spoiling the moment. Chris lunged across the bed to hit the snooze button again, but he took too long. Already rising toward wakefulness, the alarm plus Chris’ movement caused Merci to open her eyes. Perhaps Chris’ rigid organ pressing into her stomach had something to do with it as well. Chris repositioned himself above Merci. His thumb began to stroke her again even as she focused on him with bleary eyes. “My God,” Merci mumbled, “how many more times do you think I can come tonight?” “I like to make you come,” Chris pressed his lower body close to hers giving her a reminder of what he’d just started. Merci pushed his hand away from her pussy. “Stop, what time is it?” “Time for us to fuck,” Chris insisted. Merci wasn’t having any of it. She rolled over, awkwardly extracting Chris from between her legs and took a closer look at the clock. “Yikes, it’s 6:10. We’re going to be late again.” “So we’re late,” Chris said, attempting to return her to her back. “Go take a shower,” Merci ordered, laughing sleepily at his persistence. “You can come back and fuck me again tonight!” Chris rolled clumsily off the bed, helped along by a playful push from

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Merci’s foot, and stumbled off toward the bathroom. In no time at all he had a steamy hot shower cascading over him, helping him to rub the sleep out of his eyes. The hot streams beat on his eyelids, cheeks and forehead before coursing down his chest and stomach to pour off of his now flaccid dick and balls. It would be too easy to relax back into sleep under the massaging waters so Chris forced himself to quickly wash his hair and scrub his body. Merci had been very accommodating as Chris’ things had begun to appear in her bathroom and bedroom: Head and Shoulders, Irish Spring, razor blades, clean suits and underwear. It certainly simplified matters that he didn’t have to stop at his house on his way to work. Chris stepped out of the shower, groping for one of Merci’s fuzzy thick towels and began to sponge the water out of his hair and off his face. He paused long enough to wipe the fog off the mirror, but it reformed as he returned to mopping the moisture off his chest. He cleaned the mirror again. Condensation continued to bead upon his hot skin, but Merci needed the bathroom and they were running late again. Chris picked up a bottle of shaving cream and filled his open palm with soft white foam. His skin had already been softened by the steam from the shower so he didn’t really need the cream, but he smeared it on anyway so he could enjoy the clean feeling which accompanied scraping it back off his cheek and neck.

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Next Chris turned the tap water on hot and washed his hands before it turned scalding. The mirror had fogged over again so he scrubbed it once more with the towel and then picked up his disposable razor and ran the blade under the piping hot water. The metal felt hot against Chris’ cheek, almost uncomfortably so. The heat combined with the soapy foam to give the impression of approaching cleanliness. Chris dragged the razor down his cheek, over his jawbone and on down his neck leaving a clean smooth line of flesh behind the blade. He rinsed the razor in the running water and lifted it to drag another swathe clean of soap and whisker. The bathroom door opened, letting a rush of far colder air swirl around Chris’ body. “Sorry, baby,” Merci said. “I’ve got to get moving or I’m going to be late again.” She closed the door behind her and snuggled up next to Chris. She was still naked and her bare nipple brushed against Chris’ damp arm causing an immediate surge in his penis. “Mmmm,” she said, “you’re so warm and clean.” “And wet,” Chris reminded her, wrapping his arms around her and moving to give her a foamy kiss. Merci evaded him then snatched up her shower cap. “I’m late,” she reminded him, stepping to the edge of the bathtub.

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Chris returned to shaving, lifting the razor to scrape another line of his face clean. “I don’t know why, but I really love to watch you do that,” Merci told him. She hovered at the edge of the tub, watching Chris as he rinsed the razor, then dragged its edge across his flesh again. Merci dropped her shower cap onto the sink. “Let me try that.” She attempted to take the razor from Chris’ hands. “Hunh uh,” he told her. “But why?” “Shaving is a very personal thing,” Chris insisted. “It is not!” Chris arched an eyebrow. “Really? Then I’ll make a deal with you. You can shave me this morning if I can shave you tonight.” Merci took a half step backward. “Shave me?” A smug smile formed on Chris’ face. He reached out with his free hand and tickled the curly hairs of Merci’s bush, right above her clitoris. “Shave you right here,” he clarified. Merci started to step back again, but her foot hit the tub. Chris stepped up against her. His penis began to swell both from her proximity and the nature of their conversation. “What do you say?” he asked. “Are

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you brave enough to let me strip this off? Scrape all the hair away? Cleanse you?” He leaned in close enough to smear foam from his face to her cheek as he whispered into her ear. “Lick your truly naked flesh? Fuck your bald pussy?” Merci covered his hand with her own and took the razor from him. “That’s later,” she said. She stepped past Chris, brushing her large brown nipples against the white flesh of his chest, and held the head of the razor beneath the stream of hot running water. Chris’ penis swelled further, standing up sufficiently to bump against Merci’s pussy. “I’d be careful about distracting me just now,” she told him. “After all, I’m holding a razor against your throat.” As she spoke, Merci lifted the blade to the tip of Chris’ chin and dragged the sharp metal cleanly down his neck. Her movement was smooth and sure, the hot blade scratching the light whiskers off Chris without difficulty. Chris held his breath until she finished the stroke. When he resumed breathing, his dick was even harder and longer than before.

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Merci wrapped her free hand around Chris’ growing erection. “This is going to be even more fun than I thought,” she told him. She let go of his cock and set her thumb against his neck where she had just shaved him. She could feel the pulse rippling through his jugular vein. It was so exciting. She lifted the razor to shave another channel, fully aware of the growing urgency in her boyfriend’s erection. He was a powerful man when properly stimulated and Merci enjoyed finding new ways to turn him on. She pulled the blade down Chris’ flesh again. She knew from experience while shaving herself that a long smooth motion worked best. Yet it was somehow different to be shaving Chris. For one thing, the hair of his cheek and neck was coarser than her own. For another, she couldn’t feel what she was doing, which added just a trace of uncertainty to the equation. Merci shaved another row. Chris was completely erect now—powerfully engorged—making her consider for just a moment abandoning his stubble and pulling him down on the floor where he could drive that massive cock up inside of

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her where it belonged. She cleared another swathe of his flesh. Something about the feel of the blade against Chris’ skin had his cock literally quivering with excitement—and it didn’t happen that way when he shaved himself. Merci would have noticed it if it did. Perhaps it was the intimacy of her standing naked in front of him with her nipples touching his chest, or perhaps it was the vulnerability of letting his woman scrape his flesh with a very sharp instrument. Merci liked this last idea. If it was feelings of vulnerability that were giving Chris this hard on she could think of lots of games that would cause the same effect. Merci started on Chris’ left cheek, scraping the skin smooth. The flesh was different here; tauter, making her task much easier. She finished in a few quick strokes and then turned the cheek so she could better admire her work. Chris took advantage of the moment to cup Merci’s breast. “Why don’t we take a break to concentrate on other things?” His thumb stroked her nipple causing her knees to tremble. Merci steeled her resolve. Chris could fuck her when she was finished. She rotated his head to expose his unshaven profile. Chris rubbed her nipple again and let his other hand slide between her legs where his fingers gently penetrated her lips. “You’re wet,” he whispered. “You want me.”

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Merci did want him. She wanted to climb up onto his body and impale herself on the thick swollen head of his cock. She wanted to slide down his torso and try to swallow his massive dick whole. She’d pump his shaft with her hand while she sucked until he filled her mouth with cum. She wanted to lean over the bathtub rim and let him take her doggie style, then roll over so he could fuck her tits, splashing her face and breasts with another torrent of jism. She wanted a lot of things from Chris, but she also wanted to finish shaving him, making him wait to enjoy her body again. It was never a bad thing in a relationship to remind your partner who was ultimately in control. She touched the razor to Chris’ right cheek even as his finger slid deeper inside her. The trembling in her knees lifted up through her body until it shook the disposable razor in her hand. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Merci warned, pleased that there was only a slight tremor in her voice. “I wouldn’t want to cut you.” She pulled the razor down Chris’ cheek leaving a clean smooth trail in the shaving cream. Chris stood frozen, his finger still inside of Merci. As she lifted the blade for another stroke, he spoke to her through clenched teeth. “I can’t believe you would shave me while I’m fingering you. That thing is sharp, you know.” Merci smiled, enjoying the pressure of his hand on her breast and his finger between her lips almost as much as she enjoyed her current power over him. “Oh I

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do know,” she assured him. “You should be very careful where you touch me right now.” She scraped another path down his cheek, and then a third, and a fourth, until there was nothing left to shave but the final half of his neck. Chris removed his finger from Merci’s pussy so that he could cup both her breasts. “Are you sure I can’t convince you to let me finish that for you?” Merci shook her head. She loved the feel of Chris’ hands gently squeezing her. “Stay just like that!” she ordered. The blade ran smoothly from his chin down his neck and over his Adam’s apple. The whiskers came away quickly and easily as she carefully completed the task. “That finishes it,” she said, admiring her work with satisfaction. “Good!” Chris’ hands left Merci’s breasts with lightning speed and grabbed her roughly by the ass. Before she could protest, he lifted her onto the edge of the sink. His right hand left her bottom to direct his cock and then the swollen mushroom head split Merci’s labia and thrust into her wet pussy. She could feel the texture of the mushroom head as it penetrated her—slick, smooth and so very wide. The rigid shaft which followed it was rough by comparison and corded with pulsing blood vessels. The conflicting sensations plowed deep into Merci, electrifying her pussy, until Chris’ cock kissed the end of her passage. Then he pulled back, the rim of his thick head catching her juices and

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sweeping them ahead of it. He thrust again. “Oh God, I can feel you, Merci.” She could feel him too, his dick delving deep, and then pulling back for another run. “I can feel you,” he whispered again. He tried to thrust even deeper into her, his cock ramming even more forcefully against the end of her womb. His eyes closed; his head tilted back; his hips thrust back and forth in increasing frenzy. Merci’s need raced half a step behind Chris struggling to catch up in time to join his climax. She ground her pussy hard against him, trying to make each thrust dig even harder inside her. She was getting close, but Chris’ smooth cheeks were beat red and his grunts indicated he was teetering on the edge. “Sorry!” he gasped. “Can’t hold out ... Too ... Oh yes!” Merci felt Chris’ cum flood her pussy—hot and exciting. It bathed her insides, overflowing her vagina and spilling out over her labia. The hot warmth added to the thick cock still thrusting inside her kicked Merci up onto the precipice of orgasm. She dropped a hand to her clitoris digging into the swollen flesh. The muscles of her vagina tightened vice-like on Chris’ dick and her pussy erupted into its own tempest of climaxes.

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Before the ecstatic shudders had fully passed, Chris picked up Merci’s quivering body and carried her into the shower. Hot beads of heaven hammered her flesh, massaging her sensitive skin and helping her to relax after her orgasm. Chris kept his arms wrapped around Merci, holding her up and against his body so she didn’t have to stand on her own, allowing her to concentrate on the luxurious rhythm of the water pounding her breasts before it rolled in wonderful streams down her stomach and legs. “Tonight,” Chris told her, “we are going to start here in the shower. Then I will carry you out to the bed, lie you down spread eagle and lather your pussy.” Chris’ fingers tickled their way through Merci’s pubic hair—just in case she was unclear as to what he intended to lather. “Then I’m going to shave you clean of every single hair and fuck your bald pussy with my bare hard cock.” Merci covered Chris’ hand with her own and pushed it down onto her lips, hoping he would get the idea and do something to relieve the tension he was causing. His fingers made things worse, increasing her excitement rather than releasing it. “I want you to think about that today,” he continued, “while you’re working. I want you to think of me shaving your pussy when we get home tonight.” Merci closed her eyes and imagined Chris licking the newly scraped flesh

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above her clitoris. His rough tongue would torture her bald flesh while his fingers thrust in and out of her dripping cunt. “Will you do that for me?” Chris asked. “Oh yes,” Merci answered him.

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Chapter Twelve Chris

Chris dialed Merci’s number for the third time this morning. It rang twice before she answered it. “Merci LaCroix.” “It’s lunch time,” he told her without identifying himself. “I just wanted you to know I’ll be using the time to shop for some things we’ll need this evening. I’m sure you can guess what kinds of things I need to buy.” Chris hung up the phone and smiled.

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Chapter Thirteen Merci

Merci stared at the phone in her hand, a delicious warmth growing between her legs. She couldn’t believe Chris kept calling her at work to tease her about tonight, but oh how she hoped he would do it again. A part of Merci still marveled that she intended to let Chris shave her down there. Not only was it an incredibly intimate place—even for lovers—but the very possibility that his hand might slip and cut her was terrifying. Yet the thought of Chris lathering her bush and slowly scraping it clean had Merci quivering with excitement. She was more than a bit afraid that she would actually come while the razor blade scraped her body. Chris was going to shave her! Then he would fuck her again with that monster organ he called a dick! She simply couldn’t get the two images out of her head—and couldn’t wait for Chris to make them happen.

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Chapter Fourteen Chris

Chris arrived at Merci’s house ahead of her, which gave him a little time to prepare for tonight’s enterprise. He began by carrying a small tray table from the living room into the bedroom where he set it next to the bed. Then he hurried to the kitchen where he set a kettle of water to boil and gathered up two wide bowls and his shopping bag. The bowls and bag he dumped on Merci’s bed while he hurried to the linen closet to get washcloths and towels. Laying one fluffy bath towel over the tray table, he placed the two bowls, three disposable razors, a bottle of shaving cream and a bottle of baby oil on top of the towel. Three folded washcloths went into one of the bowls. Two fluffy towels were laid out on the bed to protect the comforter and the final towels were placed in the bathroom next to the shower. Chris had just finished pouring the wine when he heard Merci’s car in the driveway. The kettle began to whistle a moment later. He ran with the kettle to the bedroom and filled both bowls, then ran back to the kitchen to discard the kettle and pick up the glasses of wine.

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Chapter Fifteen Merci

When Merci opened the front door, she found Chris standing in her foyer holding two glasses of red wine. She was already wet with anticipation and the knowing smile on his face set her pussy quivering. Her hand trembled as she reached out to take the glass from him. “I’ve been waiting,” Chris told her. “Are you ready to begin?” Merci brought the glass carefully to her lips and drank deeply. When she finished she felt steady enough that she could look him straight in the eye. “I’m ready.” “Good!” Chris answered as he closed the door behind her. “The first thing I want you to do is take all of your clothes off right here in the foyer.” The idea shocked Merci. She couldn’t quite explain why, but the thought of undressing here by the front door and then walking naked through the house greatly enhanced Merci’s feelings of vulnerability. “But-” “Merci, take off your clothes for me.” Chris’ voice was calm, quiet and so intense that she couldn’t refuse him. She finished draining her glass and set it on

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the floor. Then she slowly began to unbutton her white blouse, fully aware that Chris’ greedy eyes tracked her every movement. She worked her way up the buttons until the fabric fell back away from her breasts. Then she slipped the shirt from her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Her large breasts heaved against the fabric of her solid white bra. “And the skirt,” Chris told her. Merci unfastened the button at the side and let the garment fall. She stood in front of Chris clad only in her lingerie and high heeled shoes. She could tell he liked what he saw. “Now the shoes and stockings,” Chris directed. Merci lifted her left foot and slid the shoe free with Chris’ eyes following her every motion. The right shoe followed. Not knowing what else to do with them, she dropped them to the floor away from her wine glass. Chris never took his eyes off of her. Self consciously, Merci unfastened her garters as Chris sipped his wine and stared at her legs. She slid each stocking down to her ankle and then off onto the floor. Chris adjusted the growing bulge in his trousers. “Turn around,” he ordered, twirling one finger in the air. Merci pivoted, letting his eyes feast on her long sleek legs.

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“Now the bra!” Merci unfastened the strap but caught the material against her with her forearm before she exposed herself. Chris’ eyes were bright with anticipation, hungry for the first glimpse of her rich dark nipples. “I’m waiting.” Merci loved the way Chris stared at her body. It made her want to give him photographs of her naked flesh that he could carry everywhere he went— something to make him hard even when she wasn’t present. She let the bra drop away, showing Chris her thick dark nipples. His erection stiffened immediately within his pants. “Now the panties,” he told her, his voice hoarse with desire. “Let’s take a look at what I’m going to be playing with tonight.” Merci wiggled her hips as she slid the silk down, showing Chris the dark thatch of curly hair that awaited his ministrations. She kept it quite trim, but she’d never shaved it bald before. The prospect of Chris doing it tonight already had her wet with excitement. Chris held his hand out to Merci without taking his eyes off her bush. “Shall we adjourn to the shower?” Merci accepted his hand and let him escort her naked through the house.

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Chapter Sixteen Chris

Chris watched Merci lather her body, her fingers caressing her curves as she washed the remains of the day from her flesh. The hot water would tenderize her skin, and assuming a woman’s flesh worked like a man’s, that would make it much easier to shave her soft flesh. Chris slowly undressed as he watched Merci. He had originally planned to join her in the shower, but his erection was already so powerful that he feared it would distract them from the true excitement of the evening. Merci’s body still touched Chris with awe. Why some guy hadn’t snatched her up years before was beyond him. Maybe they were just meant to be together. Chris wrapped a fluffy towel around his waist covering his rigid organ and reached into the stream of water to brush Merci’s nipple. She opened her eyes, a wide smile on her face. “Are you ready to come in yet?” “I want to,” Chris confessed, “but you’re too damned distracting. I think it’s time I start shaving you.”

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Merci trembled beneath the spray, making Chris grow even harder, as if that were possible. “It’s time to dry off and come into the bedroom.” Merci wrapped a towel around her—breasts to thighs—before leaving the bathroom. It didn’t stay there very long. As they approached the bed, Chris yanked it off in one rapid motion and spread the towel atop the pillows. Merci stood trying to cover herself with her arms, reacting in equal parts to the shock of cool air on her flesh and the surprise of being suddenly naked. The latter motivation didn’t really make any sense, Chris had been staring at her in the shower for the past ten minutes, but some reactions went beyond reason. “Why don’t you lie down here on your back?” Chris suggested, patting the mattress with his hand. Merci crawled onto the bed, all too aware of Chris’ eyes on her breasts, her hips, her thighs and her ass. His eyes were wide with excitement.

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Chapter Seventeen Merci

Merci watched those eyes closely as she rolled onto her back and spread her thighs. The lips of her pussy parted, opening for his inspection. “Is this what you want to see?” she asked, sliding her hands down her stomach, through her bush and gently spreading the lips even further for him. His eyes narrowed as he focused on the pink flesh within. His hand moved to the bulge beneath his towel and gripped himself as he stared at her. “Maybe you want to start by fucking me?” Merci suggested. Chris slowly shook his head and released himself. “Oh, I’m going to fuck you, Merci, but first I’m going to shave you bald and lick your bare pussy.” He came around the mattress and positioned himself between Merci’s legs. Then he reached over to the table he had set up beside the bed and removed a steaming washcloth from one of the bowls. “This may be a little hot,” he warned her as he dropped the cloth onto Merci’s pussy. She hissed in response, sitting up rapidly, hands racing to push the washcloth off her flesh, but Chris’ hands were ahead of hers. He caught the cloth

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and scrubbed it hard into her bush and over her groin. “I can’t believe you just did that!” Merci told him. “Feels good, doesn’t it? All that heat soaking into your skin.” Merci started to settle back down onto the mattress. “Now it does, but when you first dropped it on me-” Chris playfully tossed the cloth up between Merci’s breasts and reached for the shaving cream. He filled his open palm with foam and smeared the soap all over Merci’s bush. Then he picked the washcloth back up from between Merci’s breasts and cleaned his hands. “I’ve been looking forward to this all day.” Chris chose one of the disposable razors and dipped it into the second bowl of water. Then he leaned close over Merci’s pussy and touched the metal to her flesh just above the line of foam. “Are you ready for me?” Merci shivered. With his left hand, Chris pinched the loose flesh and pulled it taut. Then he dragged the razor cleanly down Merci’s mons veneris revealing the smooth brown flesh beneath. Merci quivered with excitement. Her muscles tensed and the heat roared between her legs. Chris rinsed the razor in the bowl of water and then stroked the clean flesh with the tip of his finger. “So smooth,” he whispered.

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Merci trembled at his touch. Chris scraped the pubic hair from another row of flesh, gradually expanding the shaven area. Merci’s skin was so sensitive, the feeling of the blade moving across her so exquisite, the chance of painful mishap so high, that it was all that she could do to hold herself still and keep from trembling. “You are so beautiful,” Chris told her as he rinsed the blade again, preparing to make yet another stroke. The towel began to loosen around his waist as his erection pushed the cloth away from his body. The sharp thin blade kissed her mons again, scraping even more of her flesh bald and clean. “I can’t believe I’m letting you do this to me,” Merci whispered. “I can’t wait to suck your clit off your bald pussy,” Chris responded. He rinsed his tool and stroked her again as the towel slipped completely from his waist to hang from his erection in front of her. Chris pulled it free and flung it to the floor. The eye of his hard dick looked straight up Merci’s body. “I would love to slide inside of you right now and then try to finish this with my dick filling your flesh.”

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At last Merci found the limit to what she would and would not allow Chris to try. “No!” she insisted, without any hint of compromise in her tone. Chris rinsed off the blade. “Just fantasizing aloud,” he assured her. He scraped her one more time, taking the final row of hair, and then made light touch up gestures to bring his work to perfection. Finished, he sat back to admire Merci. Her smooth brown skin glistened in front of him until her clitoris and labia rose out of her flesh to beckon his attention. “That’s just about perfect,” Chris told her. “You are perfect.” Merci slipped her fingers down her body to explore her newly shaven flesh. The skin was so smooth, so tender, so excited by the caress of her finger tips. Chris gently lifted Merci’s fingers away from her body and brought them to his lips. His tongue caressed the tip of each one in turn, sending shivers down Merci’s arm, through her breasts and into her newly shaved pussy. “Do you know what time it is? Chris asked her. Her breath caught in Merci’s throat and her thighs began to tremble. All of the blood in her body seemed to rush down to her labia and clitoris. Chris’ head dipped low until his lips hovered over her dark folds of swollen flesh. “You are so beautiful,” he whispered. “I can see your excitement beading on your lips.” The tip of his tongue darted forth to gently taste Merci’s juices.

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Her hips bucked in knee-jerk reaction to the contact. “Oh my God,” Merci whispered. Chris’ lips moved up her body, brushing against the shaved perfection of her mons. His tongue darted back out, scraping a wet path along her hairless flesh. A quiver radiated outward from the point of his touch. Chris dropped his face lower, caressing her shaven flesh with his no longer smooth cheek, scraping the same channels the razor had just cleaned. Merci’s heart beat too rapidly in her chest. Her breath wouldn’t come. She tried to crush Chris’ face between her thighs and buck her clit up into him, but his strong hands pushed her hips back down and his calloused thumbs reached out to stroke the clean sides of her pussy. “I want you, Merci,” he whispered. His breath felt hot on her lips. His mouth hovered inches from where she wanted him to be. “I want you,” he repeated, “and you’re mine!” His mouth dropped hard, engulfing her aching clitoris and sucking it deep inside him—clamping her most sensitive flesh between his rough tongue and the firm roof of his mouth. Then he started to use his teeth.

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Chapter Eighteen Chris

Merci’s response was everything Chris could have hoped for. Her hips gyrated so forcefully he had trouble staying on top of her. She twisted, she squirmed, she thrust, she screamed, and the more she exploded beneath him the harder he strove to suck another orgasm out of her. He dropped his left hand between her legs where he could thrust his thumb deep inside her pussy, rubbing the calloused flesh hard into her slippery passage. Merci screamed louder, almost throwing him off. Her engorged nipples bounced up and down from her efforts, urging him to grab hold of them. Chris lunged forward to accommodate, grasping a whole breast firmly in his right hand, squeezing the soft dark flesh between his fingers. Merci’s whole body seemed to leap off the bed, her spine arching so forcefully that she carried Chris up with her. When they crashed to the bed again, she got her hands firmly on his ears and tried to pull his mouth off of her. She got him up as far as her navel before he fought his way back down to her sweet clitoris.

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Merci couldn’t think any more. Her heart was bursting in her chest. Her lungs had caught on fire. And her pussy would not stop exploding in a string of never ending orgasms. Abruptly she realized that Chris’ weight had left her body. The sound of dripping water reached her ears and then the stinging, burning slap of a hot wet washcloth landed on her bald pussy as a monstrously big cock bruised its way past her lower lips.

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Chapter Twenty Chris

Merci exploded anew the moment Chris entered her, spontaneously thrusting her hips upward to take as much of his length as she could. Her legs wrapped around his waist locking him deep inside her and her incredible orgasm enveloped his bare cock, challenging him to come with her. Chris tried to pull back. He wanted to thrust, to pump, to fuck, before he came, but Merci’s legs did not release him. Her fingers reached out to claw at his back; her teeth sank hard into his shoulder; and her hot slippery pussy turned up the pressure on his cock, vibrating harder as she ground herself against his stiff rod. Chris’ tight balls slapped excitedly against Merci’s ass and the tip of his penis ground against the end of her vagina. His right hand found Merci’s breast, and squeezed in counterpoint to the pain in his shoulder. He had always prided himself on his stamina, but no man alive could withstand the power of this woman’s orgasms or the feel of her fingernails digging channels down his back and ass. Her pussy had a mind of its own, squeezing and

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milking his shaft, egging him on to his own mind blowing climax. He just couldn’t help himself. His balls tightened and his cock exploded, spewing white-hot passion deep into Merci’s body. His fiery love intensified Merci’s convulsions so that she bucked her hips even more forcefully against his body. Half lunging, half collapsing, Chris landed atop Merci, his chest flattening her breasts beneath him, his long slick cock popping free to fountain sticky gobs of excitement onto Merci’s stomach. He reached down to reinsert himself, dragging the oozing head of his dick across her wonderfully smooth flesh. Then he slid forward one last time so they could lie together as one body.

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Chapter Twenty One Merci

When they caught their breath and Chris’ shriveling penis had withdrawn from her again, Merci traced circles of semen on the newly bald flesh of her mons. It was so smooth, so silky, and so wonderful to touch. “You like it?” Chris asked. Merci smiled. “You might say that. I might even let you do it again…” Chris’ grin matched her own as he slid down her body to remind her of the benefits.

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Part III: Laying Plans Chapter Twenty Two Merci

“Traitor!” The word hissed at Merci causing her to spin around to find her old friend, Liv, glaring at her. It was a half-expected confrontation which Merci had been dreading. She had no idea how it would turn out. “How could you do this to me?” Liv asked. Merci didn’t know how to answer. Even after all their years of friendship, she didn’t really understand what motivated Liv. They were very much opposites in far more than the color of their skin. “Hi, Liv, it’s been too long!” “Don’t ignore me!” Liv nearly spit the words. Her vehement tone began to attract the attention of other members of the party. Merci wondered how much any of them actually knew about the real cause of the dispute. “I’m not ignoring you, Liv. What do you want me to say? I like Chris! I’m

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glad you suggested our blind date.” Liv’s hands shook with fury. “It wasn’t supposed to be a real date!” Merci wondered how this must look to the people around them and couldn’t help but smile. “Careful, honey,” Merci gestured toward their fellow partiers. “These people will think you want Chris.” Merci’s suggestion so surprised Liv that she burst out laughing. The anger wasn’t gone, but it was momentarily overwhelmed by the absurdity of the idea. The fit passed quickly, but Liv’s carefully honed instincts for social preservation kicked into gear. It simply wouldn’t do to tell Merci what she really thought of her with all of these witnesses around to learn what Merci had failed to do. “Oh, darling,” she threw her arms around Merci. “It’s not that I’m so angry at you, I just hate to see you waste yourself on this guy. You are so much better than him.” Merci hugged Liv back. She knew her old friend well enough to understand what she was doing and it was all right with her. Liv and Merci didn’t need to hang out their dirty laundry in a room full of people. Besides, it might just be the case that there would be an opening here which Merci could use to set things right with Liv again. Yes, Chris had hurt her, but it was also obvious he truly hadn’t intended to. Liv ended her embrace and retreated a step. “What are you drinking?”

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“Red wine.” They walked together toward the bar. “Did Chris come with you?” Merci nodded. “He had to go to the bathroom. He must have run into someone on the way back. Look, there he is now.” Liv’s sour expression summed up her feelings on the subject.

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Chapter Twenty Three Merci

Merci lay back on her pillow and tried to decide if she had the energy to wipe Chris’ cum off her flesh. It seemed to be everywhere: slipping in slimy gobbets into the crevice between her breasts, pooling on her stomach, and leaking out of her pussy to stain the sheets. While she was still considering the problem, her lover rolled over, pressed his cheek against her shoulder and slid his arm across her waist. “Wow,” he mumbled, “Merci, how do you keep doing this to me? Two orgasms back to back—again—it shouldn’t be possible.” Somehow Merci found the strength to roll over on her side toward Chris. His cheek slipped off her shoulder and onto the pillow, while the slimy goo pooled in her navel leaked out and dribbled down her stomach. “Just give me a few minutes to catch my breath,” she said, “and we can try for number three.” Chris groaned. “Oh who are you kidding?” Merci asked. “There’s nothing you like better than sticking your cock in my pussy.”

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“That’s not true,” Chris protested. “I like sticking it in your mouth and between your breasts as well.” Merci arched her eyebrow at him. “Oh, really? Better than my pussy?” Chris backed down. “Well maybe not better, but you ought to know that you’re getting damned good with that mouth of yours.” Merci knew that was an exaggeration. Chris loved getting head but he was so damn big that she had trouble satisfying him orally. By the time she wedged most of that viper’s head between her lips there just wasn’t a lot of space left in her mouth for artistry with her tongue and she certainly couldn’t bob up and down on him. A sly grin turned the corners of Chris’ mouth. “Of course, if you’re looking for new ways to excite me, you might let me try fucking your anus.” As if of their own accord, both of Merci’s hands moved to cover her rear end. “You’re not putting that thing anywhere near my ass!” Chris chuckled sleepily. “Just so we’re clear on this, is that a firm no or do we have room to negotiate?” “No anal sex!” Merci said. “Okay then,” Chris agreed. To Merci’s surprise, he actually sounded disappointed. Had he really thought she’d let him try such a thing? She snuggled closer against him. “It’s okay,

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baby, there’s lots of other things we can do to get you off again.” Chris’ arm tightened around her waist, encouraging her to press her body even more tightly against him. “Oh, that’s okay, anal sex is just one of those fantasies like having sex with two women or getting deep throated. It doesn’t have to ever happen. It’s just nice to think about once in a while.” “So you want to have sex with two women?” Merci asked. The suggestion penetrated inside to tickle her seldom-wakened temper. Chris sounded as if he was half a minute shy of falling asleep—a time of uncensored honesty in Merci’s opinion. “Sure, if you’re one of them. Don’t you ever dream of doing it with two guys?” Now that was a nice idea. Merci imagined herself with Chris taking her from behind while she sucked Brad Pitt’s cock—two hot guys sliding in and out of her from either end. But why stop there? She imagined more naked men stroking long hard dicks as they stood above her—three, four, hell, why not a whole room full? “Mmmmmm.” “So you like that idea?” Chris asked. He still sounded as if he was on the edge of sleep, but he was clearly following the conversation. “Mmmhmmmm,” Merci agreed. “Who are you thinking of? No wait—let me guess. Based on the last three videos we’ve rented I’ll go out on a limb and say Hugh Jackman.”

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“You chose the X-Men movie and the one about Wolverine,” Merci reminded him. “Oh, that’s right,” Chris mumbled. “So who then?” “Brad Pitt.” “Brad Pitt?” “Of course, he’s scrumptious!” Chris’ sense of outrage appeared to be helping to wake him up again. “Isn’t he yesterday’s news?” “Oh, baby,” Merci said, “Brad is never going to be yesterday’s news.” “But…” Chris stopped sputtering and forced himself up on one arm so he could look at Merci. “I don’t know what I’m complaining about. I should just be happy it’s not someone we can really sleep with.” “Oh, so you don’t want to take me with another man?” Chris shuddered. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing,” Chris insisted, “I just don’t want to share you.” “That’s not it,” Merci said. “You shuddered. What’s wrong?” Chris tried to deflect the conversation. “Maybe I’m worried you’ll want to trade me in for the new guy.” Merci shook her head. “No, that doesn’t explain the shudder. Something

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skeeved you. What is it? Are you worried about getting naked with another guy?” Chris shuddered again. Merci clapped her hands together excitedly. “That’s it!” she squealed. “Oh, baby, making it with me and another man wouldn’t mean you’re gay.” Chris sat up. “I didn’t say it would.” “But you’re worried about it,” Merci said. “You don’t like the idea of rubbing up against another naked man.” “Would you?” Chris countered, “against another woman, I mean.” Merci started to laugh. “Well, I wouldn’t want to do her one on one, but if the guy was hot enough and I was drunk enough—yes, I think I could probably share.” She placed her hand on Chris’ inner thigh near his flaccid dick. “Especially if you offered me the right incentives.” Chris’ sleepy brain clearly couldn’t adequately follow her line of thinking. “What are you talking about?” Merci began to stroke his thigh. She was enjoying the conversation but couldn’t quite decide if she were serious. “We could trade,” she suggested, “two girls one night for you and two guys one night for me.” “That is the craziest thing I ever heard,” Chris protested. His cock appeared to disagree with him. Merci moved her fingers to encircle the lengthening shaft, rhythmically

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squeezing the engorging flesh. “So you don’t want to barter?” she asked. “You don’t want to explore any possible terms?” Chris rose to his knees on the mattress and Merci mirrored him. Her thick dark nipples grazed the smooth white flesh of his chest as her hand began to gently pump his rapidly hardening dick. His hands cupped her waist. “What…what do you have in mind?” This was fun! It never ceased to amaze Merci how easy it was to lead a man by his erection. She let her voice go all husky. “I’m suggesting that I might do another woman for you if you’d do a man with me.” At the words do a man Chris’ spine stiffened and he began to pull away. “No, I can’t do that,” he told her. “I don’t do guys.” Merci didn’t know if she was playing anymore, but she was certain she didn’t want Chris to get out of bed and leave her horny and alone. She tightened her grip on his thick erection. “I didn’t mean that the way it sounded,” she said. “You and he would be doing me! You can take me from both ends. You wouldn’t even have to touch him.” Chris hesitated, so Merci stroked his ego to encourage him. “I don’t know what you’re worried about. Look at the size of your dick and imagine how the other guy is going to feel by comparison.”

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Chris smiled. It was a cocky, self-assured, bad boy sort of grin. “Maybe this is worth exploring after all,” he said. “Who do you have in mind?” The question completely stumped Merci. “I don’t know. We’re just playing. I wasn’t thinking about an actual person—other than Brad Pitt.” “That’s a good answer,” Chris told her. “I don’t want you thinking about other guys like that.” His lips closed over hers and his hands swept up Merci’s body to cup her breasts. She loved the way he fondled her, gently teasing her nipples back to life while his erection grew ever more solid in her hand. She broke the kiss, still feeling playful. “So what if I was thinking of someone?” she asked. “What would you do then?” “After I beat the hell out of him, you mean? I’d have to give you a good reason to start thinking about me again.” He lifted one juicy nipple to his lips and began to nurse—pulling the puckered flesh taut and then sucking on it. The resulting wave of pleasure rolled down Merci’s spine to fuel the inferno which was reigniting between her legs. “That’s a…pretty good reason,” she stuttered. Chris stretched the nipple until it broke free of his lips with a large popping sound. Then he lunged forward, driving Merci back onto the mattress and attacked her other breast with his mouth. She lost her grip on his cock, but almost

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caught his hand as it slipped between her thighs and felt her moist labia. Chris stopped sucking. “Wet already?” he teased. “Are you sure you don’t have a specific guy in mind?” “No,” Merci gasped, “just you.” “I don’t think I believe you,” he said. He slipped rapidly down her body and stretched her thighs wider. Then he paused examining her as she quivered beneath him. “I’ll make a deal with you,” he said. He ducked down and licked a slow circle around her hooded clit. Her hairless pussy was particularly sensitive since he had started shaving her regularly. “I’ll let you pick a guy to fuck you with me so long as he wears a condom and I get to fuck your ass afterwards.” Merci’s body went rigid. “No,” she whispered. “You can’t—” Chris slid his hand beneath her cheeks and lightly scratched the rim of her anus with his fingernail. The tight sphincter muscle contracted hard in response. “Right here,” he whispered. “N-no…” He tickled her again with the sharp edge of his nail. When he spoke his mouth was almost touching her clitoris so that she could feel the hot moist breath that carried his words. “I think you want me to-” Chris swallowed Merci’s clit, unsheathing the ultra-sensitive flesh with his

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Chapter Twenty Four Merci

“Hello?” “Liv? It’s Merci.” “Oh.” The lack of enthusiasm in Liv’s voice was physically hurtful to Merci. “Sorry about our little spat at the party.” Merci wasn’t certain why she felt the need to apologize. Liv was the one who did the actual insulting and Liv was the one who’d let another half week go by without phoning. “I’m just sorry I didn’t get to finish telling you what I really think!” “Well now’s your chance.” Liv’s voice tripled in volume. “You were supposed to hurt him!” Like he hurt you? Merci wondered. “You know, I’ve never been very good at hurting people,” Merci reminded her. “It’s just not my style.” “Well did you have to make him look like a stud instead?” Liv’s exasperation

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might have been funny under other circumstances. “Honestly, Merci, when a drop dead gorgeous woman like you dates a guy it makes everyone think he’s something special.” He is something special, Merci thought. That’s part of the problem. If Chris wasn’t such a stud this wouldn’t have hurt you half as much. She wondered what she could do to give Liv some of her self esteem back. The silence began to stretch out longer than it should have, so Merci rushed to fill it. “I like him,” Merci said. “I didn’t expect to, but I genuinely do. Can’t you understand that?” “Oh, Merci,” Liv’s voice dropped in volume as she attempted to adopt a more reasonable tone. “You’re so naive. I’m just afraid you’re going to get hurt again.” “Well I’ve been hurt before,” Merci said. “If it happens again, I’ll get over it. But honestly, our only problem right now is you.” “Can’t help you there,” Liv retorted, anger and scorn returning to her voice. “Yes, you can,” Merci said. “Just get together with us for one evening-” “No!” Liv’s tone left no room for compromise, but Merci tried anyway. “It’s just one-” “No!” “We’ve been friends a long-”

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“No!” An idea came to Merci out of the blue and she ran with it before she had time to consider any of its potential consequences. All that she could think was that here was a way she might intrigue Liv and simultaneously start to patch her fractured ego. “Oh come on! It’s the only way he’s going to stop talking about you all the time!” “What?” Liv’s surprised question told Merci that her insight had been correct, but now she had to figure out how to capitalize on her initial success. “He can’t stop talking about you,” she repeated. “He knows we were roommates all those years ago and when we’re lying in bed chatting late at night he peppers me with questions.” Liv took the bait, sounding interested despite herself. “What kind of questions?” “Oh, you know,” Merci said dismissively, wondering herself just how she should answer Liv. “No, I don’t know. Tell me.” Merci pretended to demur, buying herself time to concoct a story. “Oh this is so embarrassing. I’m sorry I brought it up.” “Tell me!”

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“Well sometimes when we’re lying together after sex and he’s well...spent, he starts asking me questions about you.” Liv was getting impatient. “What questions?” “You know. What was it like to live with you? Did you date a lot? What kind of men interested you?” “Is that all?” Liv definitely sounded disappointed. “No...” Merci made the word sound tentative while she searched for something else to say. She really didn’t know how much further she should go. “And?” “This is just so embarrassing.” “You started it! Now you have to finish!” “He wants to know if I ever saw you with any of your boyfriends.” “And did you?” “Of course, we were roommates, remember? We were always kissing someone or making out on our beds.” “I remember,” Liv said. It was the first genuinely warm expression she had made since answering the phone. “Those were the days. We had guys all over us and man did they like to play with your tits. It seems like every time I glanced over from my bed at you, some guys tongue was down your throat and his hand was

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under your shirt.” Merci laughed at the memories. Those really were the days! And it wasn’t just hands on her breasts that were so great. When she let a guy work her shirt up her chest so he could nibble at her tits through her bra... There was one time in particular. Liv was sucking face with some guy on her bed across the room and Merci had let this hunk work her t-shirt up to her chin and pop one of her breasts out of her bra. Most guys either licked, nursed, or chewed. But this boy had tried to work her entire breast into his mouth and suck her nipple down his throat. Merci had never felt anything like it before or since, but something about his tonsils on her nipple had felt divine. Of course he had ruined everything a few minutes later by straddling her waist, opening his pants and attempting to fuck her tits right there in front of Liv and her one night stand. “You’ve gotten all quiet,” Liv said. “What are you thinking about?” Now Merci felt genuinely embarrassed. “I was just thinking of our college years. You know, a lot of guys you made out with had their hands under your shirt as well.” Liv voiced her skepticism. “You were thinking about guys reaching up under my shirt?” “No,” Merci admitted. “I was remembering the night I almost died of

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embarrassment when my date whipped out his cock in front of you and your guy.” “Oh, you mean Alfred,” Liv laughed. “I remember that. He was so hot. I always wished you had let him tit fuck you.” “You’re not serious. You were right there with his friend.” “And we wanted to watch him do it!” “You’re not-” Liv kept laughing. “Really, Merci, what’s the point of having those big breasts if you don’t use them. I mean, I’ve tried it, but I’m really not built for it like you are.” “You really wanted me to do it?” “Of course we did! The question is why didn’t you want him to?” “I was just so embarrassed. It’s so dirty and messy...” “And you don’t like dirty sex?” Liv teased. “You don’t let Chris fuck those big tits of yours and shoot his cum in your face?” Merci gently rubbed herself through her sweat pants. She did like it when Chris squeezed her breasts against his cock and fucked her mouth, but she wasn’t sure she wanted Liv to know that. “You do, don’t you?” “I’ll tell you what,” Merci said. “You agree to come over Friday night for an old fashioned girl’s night in and I’ll tell you anything you want to know—

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assuming you get me drunk enough.” “Anything?” Liv asked, clearly giving the invitation serious consideration. “Does that include telling me everything Chris asks you about me?” Got you! Merci thought. “So, I’ll see you Friday night?” “Okay,” Liv agreed, “on one condition. We can talk about Chris but I don’t want to see him.” That wasn’t perfect, of course, but it was a beginning.

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Chapter Twenty Five Merci

“You told her what?” Merci really hadn’t expected her news to make Chris angry. “It was just a little white lie.” “I can’t believe you would do this!” he shouted. “What could you have been thinking?” Merci pulled away from Chris’ angry voice—not exactly frightened, but certainly disconcerted by it. “I just want her to like us again.” “Like us?” Chris repeated. “Merci, she hates us! Don’t you remember what she did? Liv’s a conniving, manipulative, evil bitch!” This last string of insults directed at her friend stiffened Merci’s spine so that she started fighting back. “She is not!” she shouted. “She’s a good friend! She’s just hurt because you were an asshole to her!” “An asshole? I don’t remember having sex with her! I didn’t call her because I didn’t know there was anything to call about! You think I like blacking out and not remembering fucking a woman?”

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“Well what the hell were you doing drinking so much?” Merci shouted back. “Look who’s talking,” Chris countered. “You get tipsy every goddamn time we go out!” “This isn’t about me!” “Of course it is! You told Liv I can’t stop talking about her. Now she probably thinks I’ve been pining away for her all of these years. What’s next? Am I supposed to fuck her for old times sake? How the hell is that suppose to get you your friend back?” “Fuck her?” The idea astounded Merci. “Of course not,” she sputtered. “Is that what you want?” “What I want?” Chris shouted. “What the hell did you do with your brains? Have you forgotten what she wanted you to do to me? I don’t want her coming within ten miles of us!” Chris’ face was flushed with anger—so red, in fact, that Merci suddenly began to worry about his blood pressure. She was a healer by nature, not a fighter. She took a step back from her boyfriend and lowered her voice. “I just want my friend back,” she said. “I just want you and Liv to stop fighting so I can have both of you in my life again.” Chris lowered his voice to match hers. “Merci, honey, I don’t want to

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disappoint you, but I don’t think that’s possible. She’s been angry for too long. We can’t trust her!” Merci felt tears welling up in her eyes. “I just…I hate things being like this. I hate Liv being mad at me.” Chris hesitated for a moment, and then took her into his arms. “What do you want me to do?” Merci didn’t answer Chris immediately. Instead she buried her face in his chest and tried to get her emotions under control. She didn’t like getting angry and she really didn’t like crying. She wanted Chris to do this because it was the right thing to do—not because she manipulated him into helping with a few well-timed tears. He caressed the back of her head. “What do you want me to do?” he asked again. “I just…” She stopped, cleared her throat and tried again. “I promised Liv you wouldn’t be here Friday night, but I’m hoping—hoping—I can get her to change her mind. Could you just be on call? Hang out at a local bar and wait for me to phone?” Chris considered that for a few moments. “If you want to rekindle your friendship with Liv, why does it have to involve me? Wouldn’t it make more sense for you to just hang out with her Friday night and leave me out of it?”

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Merci shook her head. “You’re part of my life now, Chris. I want Liv to accept that. I want you and Liv to make peace.” “So you keep saying,” Chris reminded her, “but I’m not the problem here. Liv is the one who won’t give up her grudge.” “Will you do it?” Merci asked. “For me?” “Sit in a bar Friday night and wait for you to call?” “And be nice to Liv when you get here,” Merci added. “What exactly does that mean?” Chris asked. “Pretend I’m obsessed with her like you suggested?” “More fascinated than obsessed,” Merci said. “Obsessed sounds like something you need a restraining order for when we’re looking to start a conversation over a good glass of wine.” Chris considered this for several seconds, neither affirming nor denying his willingness to help. Despite her theoretical desire to see Chris decide what to do on his own, Merci decided he could use some positive motivation. She sank down to her knees in front of him and massaged the bulge in his pants. “Still not sure? Maybe I can help you make up your mind.”

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Part IV: Making Trouble Chapter Twenty Six Merci

Merci opened the door Friday night to find Liv holding a bottle of wine. Her friend was dressed casually in comfortable black leg-hugging workout pants, a loose gray t-shirt, and what was probably a dark green sports bra peeking out at the neck. The casual athletic look worked well for Liv. Her body wasn’t voluptuous but it was fit, lean and sexy. Merci had dressed equally comfortably in gray sweat pants and a loose red sweatshirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra at all. The way she saw it, for a woman with breasts as large as hers, a bra was either very confining or not worth wearing. And Liv was an old college roommate—she’d seen Merci going casual plenty of times. They kissed each other perfunctorily on the cheek and Merci accepted the bottle of wine. “I’m glad I waited to get started. Let’s go open this right now.” She led the way into the television room and opened the bottle over a lovely antique credenza she had picked up in an estate auction two years before. She filled the first goblet halfway and started to move to the second.

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Liv touched her arm. “You better fill it to the rim. We’ve a lot to talk about tonight, and it will be a lot easier if we start off drunk.” Liv’s suggestion disconcerted Merci. She loved wine and had planned to get Liv drunk—but Liv’s aggressive complicity in her plan was unexpected and Merci wasn’t certain what to make of it. She finished filling the goblets, stopping half an inch below the rim of each glass. That wasn’t enough to let the wine properly breathe, but she decided it was better to do as Liv asked. “Thank you,” Liv acknowledged, picking up one of the goblets. “I have one question before we begin. Is God’s Gift really not here tonight?” Merci frowned. “He really isn’t like that—God’s Gift, I mean.” “Fine! Would you prefer I say the stud or the stallion?” Merci giggled despite herself. “He is sort of both of those things.” “Stud it is,” Liv announced, her face showing her disgust. “Is he here?” “No,” Merci confirmed. “Good!” Liv lifted her glass. “To good friends! May no dicks come between them!” She drained half the glass, her mouth twisting in a grimace at the taste. “Perhaps we should have let that breathe.” Merci agreed, but the heat flushing her face and chest made the too-rapid

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decantering acceptable. “So let’s sit down,” Liv said, “and you can tell me what you want to talk about.” Liv moved to the leather couch, choosing one end and sitting at an angle which would let her face Merci when she sat at the other side. Merci mirrored Liv’s movements, pulling one leg up on the cushion to face her old friend. “Seeing anyone lately?” Merci asked. “No,” Liv said. “Darren didn’t last. I pretty much kicked him out for inspiring me to set you up with Chris.” “Your first black man,” Merci said, remembering. “Not really my first,” Liv corrected her, a wicked smile forming on her face. “I actually slept with Alfred’s friend you know-” “You didn’t!” The very idea shocked Merci. She knew that Liv had slept with a couple of guys in college. Hell, she had slept with one of them across the dorm room while Merci pretended to be sleeping. But Alfred’s friend? She would have sworn that night in their room was the last that Liv had seen of him. “What was his name anyway?” “You know, I’ve been trying to remember his name ever since you reminded me of Alfred on the phone this week. It still hasn’t come back to me. But after you got us both so turned on with Alfred slurping on your nipples, I had to go track

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the two of them down the next night.” “You didn’t!” Liv took another sip of wine and closed her eyes. “You know I love the way the warmth of the wine rises out of your chest to hit you right here,” she said, touching the inner curves of her breast through the fabric of her shirt. “You didn’t,” Merci repeated. “No, I didn’t,” Liv admitted. “I wanted to, but I only found his friend and I sat on his stiff rod in the backseat of his Buick. It was not my best experience. Come to think of it, it was close to my worst. I didn’t come at all, but I still remember hanging over the front seat, lowering myself on to him and then hauling myself up into the air again.” “I...I...” “You’re too astonished for words,” Liv finished. “I know. I slept with a lot of guys you never knew about back then. In some ways you were very innocent and naive. You still are if your judgment of Chris is any example.” “Liv!” “Really, Merci, what has he got going for him other than a really big dick.” Merci felt a flush of anger and embarrassment flooding her face. “He’s kind and sweet and really attentive.” Liv waived her hand dismissively. “The first two are just blah—even worse

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than being the SOB I’ve always thought him to be. The third is just as bad, unless you’re talking about being attentive in bed.” Merci couldn’t help but smile. “Chris is very good in bed.” “Really, Merci, you know as well as I do that men with big shlongs are rarely good for more than shoving it in and out of you.” “Chris is!” Merci’s smile broadened. “Chris is very good with his tool—not to mention his lips, his tongue and his fingers. And his mind is as dangerous as the rest of him. Did you know he shaves me now? And I’m not talking about my pits or my legs.” “He does not!” Merci nodded vigorously. “Yes, he does.” “Merci, I know you. There is simply no way you are going to let any guy loose on you down there with a razor blade.” “That’s what I would have thought two months ago, but Chris is...he’s really that good.” Liv shook her head. “I just don’t believe it.” On impulse, Merci pulled her legs beneath her on the couch, rose to her knees, stuck her thumb in the waistbands of her sweats and panties and flashed her bald mons clear down to the upper labia. She only held the clothes down for a moment, but Liv’s jaw nearly hit the couch cushions in response.

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“You really did it! I can’t believe it.” Suddenly Liv was all business, leaning forward near Merci’s groin. “Let me see it again.” More self-consciously this time, Merci pulled the front of her sweats and panties back down for Liv’s inspection. “He shaved you bald,” Liv said. She leaned back on the couch and took another sip of wine. “And you say he’s asked you about me?” “I think he’s got a genuine hard on for you Liv. The Lord knows he gets hard enough for me when we talk about you.” Liv couldn’t seem to help smiling. “I want to hear all about it, but first we’re going to need more wine.”

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Chapter Twenty Seven Chris

Chris downed another Jack Daniels and set the glass down hard on the bar next to his silent phone. Jack Daniels was Chris’ old drink of choice—the spirit he used to choose when he wanted to get drunk and party. Now that he didn’t get drunk anymore he only chose it when he was really, really, angry. He had a good thing going with Merci—two months strong and constantly getting better. She was a gorgeous sexy woman who couldn’t get enough of his body and who endlessly stimulated his imagination—both in and out of the bedroom. But tonight she had him sitting in a bar down the road from her while Liv tried to wreck their relationship. He picked up the cell phone and checked the time—two minutes since the last time he had looked. The worst part was he didn’t even know if he wanted it to ring. Liv was only going to let Merci call him if she saw a chance to fuck with him. But was it better to leave Liv alone with Merci so the red-haired bitch could screw up his girlfriend’s mind? The bartender refilled his glass without asking. “She still hasn’t called?” he

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asked. He didn’t know or probably want to know the details of the call Chris was waiting for, but talking kept customers drinking. Chris shrugged. “Not yet.” “Well maybe you should think about some other options.” He nodded his head toward something behind Chris. “The Latinas in the corner have been sizing you up for about fifteen minutes.” Chris pivoted on his stool to see who the bartender had noticed. Two ravenhaired beauties were smoking in a corner booth. One was dressed in a black dress which showed off her boobs. The other had on a tight black tank top which showed a tattoo on her bicep which Chris couldn’t make out from this distance. The women laughed when they noticed Chris looking at them. Chris turned back to the bartender. “You’ve got to be joking. They couldn’t possibly want me.” The bartender shrugged. “If you say so, but they keep looking at you, and they’ve blown off three different guys who approached their table.” “Then they’re waiting for someone else,” Chris said. “If you say so,” the bartender grinned. A fist playfully clipped Chris’ arm. “Hey, Blondie, you want to come join me and my friend?” Chris pivoted again in surprise. The young woman in the tank top was

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standing next to him. She had black eyeliner to go with the black top and a dagger tattooed on her right bicep. The arm beneath the tattoo was fit and muscular— very sexy. Her breasts were large—not large like Merci’s, but very attractive none the less. Below she wore dark army fatigues and combat boots. The overall effect confirmed Chris’ initial impression—hard and sexy. Chris forced himself not to appraise her friend back at the table. “Thanks for the invitation, but I have a girlfriend.” “Is she the one standing you up tonight? We’ve watched you check that phone like fifteen times.” She reached over and picked up the cell phone before Chris could stop her. “Si, it’s working.” She leaned closer to Chris. He could smell the scent of beer and tobacco on her breath. Anywhere else and that smell would have repulsed him, but in a bar women were supposed to smell of alcohol and cigarettes. “Tomorrow is my friend’s birthday. She’ll be twenty-four and she hasn’t gotten fucked the whole time she’s twenty-three. We want to interview you for the job but you have to move your ass to the table and at least act like you’re interested.” What was it, Chris wondered, about being unavailable that made a man so attractive to women? It just didn’t make any sense. None of this made any sense.

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Women didn’t pick guys up in bars. “Look, your friend is beautiful,” Chris said. The bar was too dark for him to be certain of that, but it seemed like the right thing to say. “Two months ago and I’d already be over there filling out applications. But right now, I can’t.” The woman looked him up and down and shook her head. “I don’t see what she sees in you anyway, Blondie.” She turned and walked back toward her friend. Her ass looked great in those fatigues. Chris turned to check his phone and found the woman had not returned it to the bar. “That’s just great.” Chris drained his Jack Daniels and waved the bartender over. “Better make it a double and send to the table whatever the two ladies are drinking.” He waited for the bartender to refill his glass, and then rose from his seat to reclaim his phone.

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Chapter Twenty Eight Merci

“Did I ever tell you what really happened between Chris and me?” Liv asked as she sat back down in the middle of the couch next to Merci. She had refilled their wine glasses and now she sat with one leg pulled in front of her facing her old friend. “Well that depends on what you mean by really,” Merci said. “I know you said he got you drunk and took advantage of you and then completely snubbed you, but I took it for granted even before I met Chris that you were coloring the story a little. I mean, no one who knows you can picture you being taken advantage of.” That made Liv laugh. “Well, I guess you know me too well.” Merci took a sip of her wine and enjoyed the warm feeling radiating out from her chest. “So what really happened?” “Well we were both drunk,” Liv said. “We’d known who each other was for a couple of years but didn’t really know each other. But I hear things, you know. Jennifer Argot told me that Chris had the biggest dick she’d ever seen and you

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know what a slut she is, so that was really quite a recommendation. I wanted to see that dick.” Liv wet her lips, clearly enjoying at least this part of the story. “So I decided to check him out. We made the usual drunken come ons. He checked out my breasts.” She paused to look down at her chest and then over to Merci’s. “I know they’re not as impressive as yours but he seemed interested enough in them.” Merci gave Liv’s chest a hard look. She’d never understood why Liv felt so self-conscious about her breasts. Size wasn’t everything and Liv’s small breasts were firm and shapely with pert, expressive nipples. “So we kissed a little in the corner and I let him squeeze my boobs through my shirt while I grinded up against him trying to ascertain if his merchandise was as advertised.” Merci closed her eyes, imagining the situation. Both were drunk—fumbling at each other. Both knew they were going all the way, but neither had admitted it to the other yet. Chris was probably afraid of scaring Liv off by moving too fast and Liv was being coy because she liked power games. “Then he had his hand up under my shirt. It was really obvious. I mean anyone who happened to look could see that he was groping me. And then somehow his pants got opened.” “Somehow?” Merci asked, arching her eyebrow.

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“Okay, I probably opened them myself.” “You don’t remember?” Liv took a sip of wine as if to bolster her resolve. “Look, we’d had a lot to drink that night. My memory isn’t crystal clear.” Interesting, Merci thought. It’s all right for you to forget the details but not all right for Chris. Of course, Chris had forgotten a lot more than a few details... “So anyway, sometime around then I realized that my shirt and bra were up above my breasts and my tits were hanging free. Chris’ tongue was reaching down my throat and his pants were around his knees. This big dick was in my hand, three-quarters hard and growing. And suddenly my pants were dropping from my hips as well. “I found a door knob pressing into my back and somehow got it open. Chris fell hard on top of me, already pushing my panties after my pants. I remember tilting my head all the way back so I could see into the room. Jan Beckworth was sucking on Grant Hall’s skinny little cock while Joe Ferris took her from behind. It was great. I could see her struggling to keep her mouth on Grant while Joe really slammed it into her. Then Chris pushed my thighs apart and this mostly hard piece of sausage split my pussy in half. “I was so surprised! Chris’ dick started pounding away at me, but all I could focus on was Jan’s face sucking Grant’s cock. Joe was really driving it into her and

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I’m not sure she liked it, but she kept slurping away at Grant’s dick and pumping it in her hand. “Chris might as well have been banging away between some other girl’s legs for all the effect he had on me. But Jan? Man that was hot. She had two guys going wild inside her. Grant lost it first, that skinny dick squirting four or five times, spattering Jan’s face with gob after gob of filth. Joe lost it a moment later. He slipped out and shot so hard that the first load landed in her hair. “Then Chris was coming into me and on my breasts and belly. It was so hot to have Jan, Grant and Joe watch Chris come all over me. I can still remember Jan’s face staring at us, cum dropping off her cheeks and nose. I think they were ready to go another round with Chris and me joining them, but that big lunk of a boyfriend of yours spurted a couple more times and passed out on top of me.” “Wow!” Merci said, absolutely shocked by Liv’s story. It was nothing at all like she had imagined and nothing at all like her own experience of Chris. It never occurred to her that Liv might still be coloring the memory. “Yeah, wow,” Liv said. “And you know what’s really funny? Bad as it was, I was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt. I mean, we were both really drunk. It might not be all his fault. I told myself I would give him another chance to prove himself when he called the next morning.” “But he didn’t call,” Merci said. She already knew this part of the story.

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“He didn’t call!” Liv agreed. “And the next time I saw him the son of a bitch pretended he didn’t even remember we had fucked.” This was the crux of Liv’s anger and the point of this whole evening. Chris didn’t remember their time together and Liv’s ego couldn’t handle it. But angry as Liv’s encounter with Chris still made her, the memory also totally turned her on. Her pert little nipples strained at the thin fabric of her shirt and her pale skin flushed pink. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, trying to keep pace with her breathing. “Wow!” Merci repeated. “I don’t really know what to say, but-” “That’s never stopped you before,” Liv interjected. “That’s right,” Merci agreed. She drained her wine glass, fighting off images of Jan Beckworth with Grant Hall’s cum on her face. Come to think of it, her own nipples were pretty excited and the heat from the wine rushed straight to them, causing them to swell even more. “Look,” Merci said, “there’s no easy way to say this. Chris and I have discussed this and he really doesn’t remember what happened that night. I know this isn’t flattering to either of you, but he had a blackout and the whole evening is a blank.” Liv snorted at the suggestion. It wasn’t very ladylike, but it effectively expressed her contempt.

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“He’s changed, Liv! He feels bad about this. He wants to make it up to you.” “Why don’t you tell him to try cutting his balls off,” Liv suggested, “that is— if he’s really as upset as you say.” “Liv!” “What do you want from me, Merci? I can’t stand the bastard! Nothing he does now is going to change that!” “I just want you to be my friend again,” Merci pleaded. “I am your friend,” Liv said. “I wasn’t when I set you up with this bastard but I’ll make it up to you when he dumps you and I help you pick up the pieces.” Liv got up from the couch and walked over to the television. “Now let’s stop ruining the evening by talking about Chris. Let’s pretend we’re back in college and get drunk watching sappy movies. You’ve got to have some good ones around here.” She opened the cabinet above the television even as Merci remembered what was there and tried to stop her. “Liv, wait! Don’t open that!” Liv ignored her, immediately spying the old VHS tape lying on top of a pile of discs. “What is this crap?” she asked. “Haven’t you heard of DVDs?” She picked up the tape, read the title, then grinned at Merci. “You have got to be kidding!” Merci hung her head in embarrassment, but Liv wasn’t through teasing her.

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“The Great White Hunters and the Jungle Queen? Oh we have got to take a look at this one.” Merci leapt to her feet and tried to snatch the tape out of Liv’s hand. Laughing heartily, Liv evaded her efforts and popped the tape into the VCR. Then she dragged Merci back to the couch so they could watch it together.

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Chapter Twenty Nine Chris

Chris studied the two women as they watched him approach, trying to figure out their game. They were both pretty—dark-haired Hispanics with good figures and attractive faces. He couldn’t really imagine that either of them would have any trouble picking up a guy in a bar if all they wanted to do was get laid. Maybe he was wrong, but bars were generally full of horny men trying to figure out how to get into some woman’s pants. If one of those women let it be known that she was looking for cock, she was bound to get lucky. The woman who had approached Chris was the sexier of the two. She looked hard, tough and athletic—demanding but wild in bed. Her friend was much softer, but very pretty. Her little cocktail dress showed a lot of cleavage. They weren’t perfect breasts like Merci’s but they would never the less be fun to play with and they were plenty big enough to slide a cock between. God, he must be drunker than he thought to be thinking about this, but now that he was closer he could see the edge of a tattoo peaking out of the woman’s dress from the skin of her right breast. He was pretty certain it was the tail of a scorpion.

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It was time to put these thoughts behind him and go back to waiting for Merci. “May I have my phone back please?” he asked them. “Sit down,” the tough one said, “and have a drink with us.” As if on cue the bartender arrived with a mixed drink for scorpion and a corona with lime for her friend with the dagger tattoo. Chris fished two twenties out of his wallet and handed them to the man. “Keep them coming.” Chris sat at the table across from scorpion and took a swig of his Jack Daniels. The liquid swirled around his mouth and then rolled down his throat leaving a trail of fire down his insides. The woman across from him took a long drag on her cigarette. “So tell us, Blondie, you got a name?” her friend asked. “Chris,” he said. “You got my phone?” The woman flashed the phone at him long enough for Chris to see that there had been no calls, but not long enough for him to recover it without a tussle. “I’m Lourdes, this is Maria,” the athletic woman told him. “It’s Maria’s birthday tomorrow.” “Yes, I know,” Chris said. “She’s had a hard year.” He turned his full attention on Maria. Like Lourdes, she liked black eyeliner. She looked dark and sexy. “It’s hard to believe,” Chris continued. “There must be a dozen guys in this bar who would love to take you home and get you out of that dress.”

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Maria blushed. “Or are you part of the problem?” Chris turned to Lourdes. “Are you together? Or do you just like to pick up guys for your friend. It raises all sorts of confusing expectations.” Lourdes did not get angry. Instead she blew out a lungful of smoke and asked: “What kind of expectations?” “Do you like to watch? Do you plan to join in? Is Maria really your girl and you just let her out to get a ration of cock now and then?” Maria blushed even more furiously, but Lourdes grinned ravenously. “That’s it, isn’t it? You’re mostly lesbians, but you get off watching your friend get fucked every now and then.” Chris looked around the bar to reappraise the situation. “I still say there’s a dozen guys here who would love a piece of that action. Hell, there may be even more than a dozen—what guy wouldn’t want to ride a lesbian while her partner watches?” “Why not you?” Maria asked. It was the first time she had spoken since Chris came to the table. Her accent was heavier than Lourdes and a trifle sexier. “I’m not pretty enough? You prefer maybe Lourdes?” Chris swallowed another mouthful of whiskey. That was close to the mark. He was in a bad mood tonight and Lourdes looked more able to handle him than Maria.

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“I’ve got a girlfriend,” he explained. “Who is standing you up,” Maria purred. “You should teach her a lesson.” “You can practice on Maria,” Lourdes suggested. “Maria likes a good spanking.” For the first time since the bartender pointed out the two women to him, Chris felt a definite stirring in his groin. His penis moved within his jockey shorts, swelling and thickening at the thought of tying these two women up and spanking their bare asses. Lourdes scooted closer to Chris and ran her hand over his inner thigh. “You could put Maria over your knee, lift that little dress and turn her little tan ass cheeks red. Then you could make her suck your hard cock or maybe fuck her in the ass.” Chris’ cock surged within his jockeys, desperately needing to straighten out, but unable to accomplish that goal in his current position. He needed to reach down and adjust himself but he couldn’t do it with Lourdes sitting so close to him. “Maria has a tight little ass hole,” Lourdes whispered. “I bet she’d love for you to stretch it open with your cock.” Chris groaned. “Maria,” Lourdes suggested. “Why don’t you show Blondie where he can stick his nice hard dick if he agrees to take you home?”

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Maria slipped out of the booth, careful to give Chris an eyeful of her cleavage. She stepped over beside him, then turned her back and bent over, presenting her ass for his inspection. The short cocktail dress hitched up revealing tiny sky blue panties. She pulled the panties higher so that the material bunched in the crack of her ass revealing tight tan cheeks with a red arrow-pierced heart tattooed on the right bun. Chris watched his hand leave the table to squeeze the cheek right over her tattoo. The flesh was soft and tight. “I think Blondie has made up his mind,” Lourdes said. “Why don’t you go get him another drink while he convinces himself?” Smiling wickedly, Maria wiggled her hips before dropping the dress back into place and starting toward the bar. Chris groaned again. Lourdes smiled and bit him lightly on the ear. “You want to fuck her now, don’t you?” Chris didn’t answer. He was erect enough that his penis was seriously hurting. He needed to move it and he couldn’t wait much longer. “Which thought excites you more? Spanking Maria? Or fucking her ass hole?” Fucking a woman up the ass was a fetish Chris had long wanted to explore.

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The problem was that he really was too large. Women took one look at his fully erect girth and freaked out at the thought. Sometimes they wouldn’t let him into their pussies. He had never met one who would let him try her ass. Chris took a deep shuddering breath and moved his hand back away from his penis. The implausibility of taking Maria in the ass had helped him to refocus. “I think you’d better give me my phone.” Lourdes frowned. “Afraid of her asshole? Well you can still have her pussy! She’s got another tattoo on that side.” Chris’ frustration, mixed with his earlier bad temper and the whiskey, burst out in a minor explosion. “Why me?” His voice was not loud, but it carried at least as far as Maria as she returned to the table with Chris’ new drink. She slid into the booth next to him, pinning Chris between herself and Lourdes. There wasn’t really room for her beside them so she half-propped herself up with a foot on the floor and pressed her breast against Chris’ arm. Then she began to lightly caress his chest with the fingertips of her right hand. “Because I like big, strong, blonde men,” Maria purred. “I want to feel you take control and ride me. I’ll take you anyway you want—mouth, pussy, ass—just ride me till I come.” Chris had had just about all that he could stand. With his right hand he

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wrenched at his crotch to allow his trapped dick to straighten out to its full length beneath his pants. Then he twisted his torso toward Maria, grasped her chin with his left hand and looked straight into her eyes. “You’re serious about this? You want me to take you home and spank you and fuck you anyway I want?” “Oh, yes,’ she whispered. Her breathing was suddenly so heavy that Chris thought she might be having a mini-orgasm right then and there. “And your friend, Lourdes, how does she fit into this?” Maria shrugged, but Lourdes answered from behind Chris. “Sorry, Blondie, but she’s the one who likes you big Vikings. I just like big dicks.” “You stay out of this!” Chris told her, keeping his eyes on Maria. “How does she fit into this?” Maria shrugged again. “We’re just roommates, not lovers.” Chris twisted back to face Lourdes. She was hot and hard and very exciting. He downed his Jack Daniels and decided to go for it. Let Merci and Liv play their games if they wanted to. He wasn’t going to be a part of them. “How big?” Chris asked Lourdes. “What?” “How big do you like them?” “Oh,” Lourdes shook her head smiling. “Forget it, Blondie, normally I’d say

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eight inches, but you’d have to be a lot bigger than that before I let you fuck me with my friend.” “Come on!” Chris told them. “We’re going to your place!”

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Chapter Thirty Merci

The video tape was already half way through when Liv stuck it into the machine. One of the Great White Hunters of the title had been tied naked to a pallet and the Jungle Queen examined his massive erection by prodding it with a stick. The only major difference between the hunter and Chris was the color of his dark hair—that and the probability that his thick stiff erection was actually a little bit smaller than Chris’. The Jungle Queen seemed satisfied with her examination and crouched down beside her captive’s hips. She was beautiful, of course, but not at all hard like a woman of the wild might be expected to be. Her body was naked except for a Tarzan-like bikini-bottom loincloth. She actually had a top as well, but it had been discarded earlier in the tape. Her large mahogany breasts hung before the captive, pointing two giant nipples straight at him. Those breasts were the principle physical difference between Merci and the Queen. The actress’ breasts were silicone mountains where Merci’s were purely natural. The Jungle Queen stroked the white man’s stiff rod a couple of times,

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grunting in appreciation at its size. Then she ripped off her loincloth and impaled herself on the shaft in one swift motion. Liv burst out laughing. “You two actually watch this crap?” Merci couldn’t meet her eyes. She was completely embarrassed that they were watching this. Liv kept grinning, but Merci noticed her eyes never once flickered from the screen. Merci decided she had to say something. “This guy has a great cock,” Merci told her. “The action is only fair, but I really like to watch her ride him. And when he finally comes...hell, not even Chris can shoot like that.” Liv didn’t answer, but snuggled down with her wine to watch the television. Somehow a throw pillow ended up in Liv’s lap with one of her hand’s underneath it. The woman on the screen had her dark hands on the white man’s chest. Her long fingernails made tiny indents in his skin. She leaned forward as she fucked him, letting his hard, slick cock grow visible beneath her pussy, then she pushed back with her hands and swallowed him between her legs again. “Do you ride Chris like this?” Liv asked, her voice huskier than usual. “I like to be on top,” Merci admitted. “We haven’t tied him up yet, but we’re talking about it.”

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“Oh, God,” Liv whispered in a voice that was almost a little moan. The Jungle Queen slid too far forward and a sticky string of their mingled juices stretched between the swollen, purple head of her prisoner’s dick and the coal black lips of the Queen’s pussy. She reached behind her, grabbed the prisoner’s cock, and backed on to him again. Her lips stretched wide as she engulfed him. “Is Chris really that big?” Liv asked. “I think,” Merci said, a broad smile on her face, “that Chris is a little bigger than that.” “Oh, God” Liv repeated. “It’s been so long I don’t really remember.” Merci crept closer to her on the sofa. She was shocked at how active Liv’s hand was beneath that pillow—shocked and very excited by her friend’s passion. “Let me call him,” she suggested. “We’ll talk, we’ll drink, we’ll put all the other crap in the past.” “I don’t know!” Liv protested. “The mood I’m in and he’s your goddamned boyfriend!” “It’s okay, Liv,” Merci whispered. “We’ve been…talking…about a threesome. It won’t be cheating if I’m with you too.” Liv stared wide eyed at Merci. On the screen the Jungle Queen drew a knife and sawed through the cords

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tying one of her captive’s arms to a wooden stake. The freed hand immediately covered her swollen nipple and mauled the breast flat against her chest. The Queen loved it, howling as she rode the hunter’s cock up and down. Her face twisted into a grimace of savagely controlled pleasure. She arched her back so she could reach behind her and cut free the hunter’s foot. “What are you saying?” “I want peace again,” Merci said. “You said the first time really wasn’t that good. Let’s make up for it tonight—together.” On the screen, the Queen’s left hand stole down toward her clit and she shrieked and growled in what was doubtless the actress’ best imitation of bestial urgency. Suddenly, to the actress’ apparent surprise, a genuine orgasm seemed to overwhelm her. She dropped her knife and clamped both hands against her pussy. Her eyes went wide with pleasure and she continued to bounce up and down, grinding herself on the long fat pole impaling her pussy. “I want Chris to make you come like that,” Merci whispered. She plucked away the throw pillow revealing Liv’s fingers pressing against her hidden clitoris. Liv was even more drunk than Merci had thought. Perhaps she had gotten that way purposely so she would have an excuse for her behavior in the morning. Merci was drunk as well—drunk enough not to be ashamed that the sight of Liv playing with herself made her own pussy tingle—but not drunk enough to

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do anything about the sensation. While Merci was distracted with Liv, the Great White Hunter succeeded in pulling his remaining hand and leg free so that he could stretch the Jungle Queen flat on her back and pound her hairy pussy with his big white dick. Liv pushed her now empty wine glass onto an end table and cupped her own breast. “All right!” she shouted. “I agree! Just hurry up and call him! And he better get here fast!” Merci reached for her phone and hit the speed dial.

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Chapter Thirty One Chris

Lourdes tossed Chris’ cell phone on the front seat of her car while Maria and Chris piled into the back. Chris had his hands under Maria’s dress, trying to get it up past her waist and over her shoulders. Maria couldn’t stop laughing with excitement as she tried to push her dress back down in place. Chris changed his intentions and buried his face between her legs, sucking her sky blue panties into his mouth. Maria squealed with delight, moving her hands from defending her dress so she could grab hold of Chris’ hair and muscle his head harder against her pussy. “Children, children,” Lourdes laughed. “We have to close the car door before we start fucking. I can’t drive you home with the door open.” Chris ignored her, hooking his fingers into the waist of Maria’s panties then rising off her pussy so he could yank the garment off. He flung the sky blue material carelessly into the front seat where they landed in Lourdes’ lap. A familiar ringtone sounded, distracting him. He started to turn toward Lourdes but Maria yanked his face back down into her pussy and clamped her

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thighs tight against Chris’ ears. “Damn, it’s Roberto again!” Lourdes hissed. She turned Chris’ phone off and tossed it to the floor. Chris tried to rise up again, but Maria held him tighter, begging him to suck her at the top of her lungs. After a few more moments of half-hearted resistance, Chris gave in, opening Maria’s labia with his tongue and tasting her creamy wetness. Maria responded instantly, bucking her hips and grinding her pussy even harder into Chris’ mouth. He grabbed hold of her by both ass cheeks and burrowed inside, shaking his mouth from side to side as he stretched his tongue to delve deeper inside of her. His nose snuggled hard against Maria’s clit, causing her to tighten the grip of her thighs on Chris’ head. He lunged forward, engulfing the little knob in his mouth and sucking it in as hard as he could. Maria screamed and came, showering Chris’ face with her juices. He kept right on sucking, forcing her to buck and grind her tan little body in a vain effort to escape the pleasure of his mouth. Chris loved every moment of it. He loved the power he felt in driving this stranger over the edge of self control. He loved the feel of her wet lips smacking against his chin and her creamy wetness bathing his face. He loved the little knob of swollen flesh which she so desperately wanted to get back out of his mouth.

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And he utterly exalted in the raging hard on which this squirming bundle of pleasure had made of his cock. He reared up off Maria’s wreathing body and jerked open his belt. “Whoa there, Blondie, slow down!” Lourdes said. Somehow she had gotten out of the driver’s seat and come around the car behind him. That was okay with Chris. He would fuck her too right here against the car. He reached over to circle an arm around Lourdes waist. “Hold on,” she said. “I want to see you fuck her too! But you can’t do it here in the parking lot. Cops are always driving by to check for drunk drivers. We have to go someplace else.” Maria regained just enough self control to struggle into more of a sitting position. The bottom of her dress slipped back down to cover her pussy, but not before Chris got a glimpse of her final tattoo. “Let me see that!” he demanded, forgetting Lourdes warning. Chris pushed up Maria’s dress and examined the tattoo on her well-shaven mons. It was a snake slithering down toward her pussy, mouth opened wide to bite her clitoris. It looked both creepy and exciting. Chris leaned forward to lick Maria’s clit again, his tongue moving from the swollen knob of flesh to the head of the tattooed snake. Lourdes put her foot on Chris’ ass and pushed him deeper into the car, then

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slammed the door behind him. Chris didn’t mind. He pushed Maria further across the seat so he could continue licking her pussy. He wanted to see how many more times he could make Maria come before Lourdes got them wherever they were going.

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Chapter Thirty Two Merci

“Where is he?” Merci wondered. On the screen, the Great White Hunter pulled out of his sexy conquest and showered cum across her gloriously dark mahogany body. The first ejaculation spit all the way up to the Jungle Queen’s cheek bone. The sticky white fluid stretched down her neck, over one chocolate nipple and across most of her sleek beautiful stomach. The Hunter kept right on pumping his hand, sending out a second stream almost identical to the first one. This one spattered into the Queen’s chin, slipped down into her cleavage and trailed a path of ivory semen all the way to her navel. The third and fourth eruptions were less forceful, but still copious, and the Hunter continued to pump his hand as if he expected his cock to produce more. Liv sprang to her feet in frustration. “I’ll kill him!” she said. “How dare he leave the two of us stranded like this?” Merci spoke into her phone, leaving Chris another message. “Where are you, baby? You’ve got two horny women desperate to suck and fuck your cock. Get

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here! Call me!” “Arrgh!” Liv raged. “He’s probably out fucking some bimbo! I warned you about him!” She stormed around the couch to the credenza and poured two new glasses of wine. When she looked up again, the Jungle Queen was happily smearing the Hunter’s white semen all over her dark body. “Oh, gross, Merci, that’s a little much, don’t you think?” Merci stared at the screen, her mouth slightly open as she watched. “Oh, I don’t know. I like it a little dirty. Don’t you?” Liv smiled. “With the right man? Oh yes!” She came around the couch and handed Merci her glass. “So what do you want to do? Head out to a bar and pick up two dumb men?” Merci found herself genuinely considering the suggestion. She was seriously ticked at Chris for screwing up her plans—not that she thought he was out cheating on her. She was certain he wouldn’t do that. “Let’s give him a little more time,” she suggested. “We’ll watch one more scene and then decide if we wait for him or go out on the prowl.” Liv shrugged and sat back on the couch. “Whatever you want—he’s your stupid boyfriend.” It was great to have Liv back.

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Merci settled herself into a more comfortable position beside her and took a long soothing drink of wine. “I think you’ll like this next scene—especially considering what we’re trying to do tonight.” The movie was already moving on. The camera angle took on a new perspective as if it were a person spying on a sexy blonde in safari gear as she walked through some palm leaves and crouched down next to a body of water. It wasn’t clear if the water was supposed to be a river, lake or pond—but at least it wasn’t obviously a swimming pool. The blonde tested the water with her hand, and then stood up, glancing furtively from left to right. She removed her pith helmet, spilling a long tangle of remarkably clean hair down over her shoulders. Then she cautiously began to unbutton her khaki blouse, pausing twice to fearfully check over her shoulder in the direction of the camera. Beneath the khaki blouse she wore a lacey white bra which was barely capable of restraining her enormous breasts. The camera edged closer, as if the secret witness wanted a better view. The blonde wiggled her hips as she pushed her short khaki skirt down to her ankles revealing gray thong panties—perfect attire for trekking through the jungle. Then she kicked off her sneakers and after one final furtive glance, reached behind her and unfastened the strap of her bra. For some reason, she had to turn toward her unseen observer to finish this

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process, spilling her enormous cherry nipples directly into the camera. “So this is what you like, Merci? Well-endowed white girls getting naked?” Liv was no longer touching herself, but her hand rested near her groin as if she hoped the movie would inspire her to start again. “Just watch the movie,” Merci told her. She picked up the remote and hit fast forward. The blonde dropped her panties revealing a sparse bush, and then moved into the water, splashing herself and pretending to bathe. The camera angle changed from looking through the leaves to peering toward shore from the surface of the water. The naked blonde moved closer to the camera, the water lapping at her pubes. On shore, the branches parted to reveal a naked white man stepping to the water’s edge. He tossed some clothing to the ground and stroked his growing erection as he watched the woman. Liv applauded. “A man at last! Are you going to try yours again? Or are you ready to go out?” Merci picked up the phone and hit the speed dial. The woman on the screen noticed the man on shore and squealed, falling into deeper water in her haste to get away from him. The man dived toward her, surfacing just close enough to take the woman into his arms. She made a token

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struggle before conceding to her desire and burying her tongue deep in his mouth. “Chris, baby, we’re reduced to watching The Great White Hunters and the Jungle Queen. Get over here and satisfy us!” The man sucked hard on the blonde’s tits. Liv slipped her hand on top of Merci’s where it rested on the remote control and pressed the play button, ending the fast-forward search mode. A moment later the blonde reared up on screen, took a deep breath, and submerged herself in the water so she could start to suck the man’s cock. Merci’s breath caught in her throat. Liv appeared unaware that her small white hand still rested on Merci’s dark one. Her friend was leaning forward in her seat, watching the woman bob up and down beneath the water. “This is getting better,” she muttered. Merci was afraid to speak. Liv’s hand on hers made her flesh burn with excitement. She didn’t know what was wrong with her, but she regretted that the movie had one more comic interruption before things really started happening. With a Tarzan-like wail, the Jungle Queen swung on to the screen to splash into the water a few feet from the love-making. The water-level camera was now revealed to be a very artificial looking crocodile. The Jungle Queen rolled over and over with the beast until she vanquished it with her knife. Then she halfsupported the white couple out of the water where she dropped the man on the

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shore before turning her attention to the white woman. The Queen lay the woman on her back and began to innocently explore her fair skin, poking and prodding her breasts before bending down to taste the swollen nipples. “Oh my,” Liv said, tightening her grip on Merci’s hand as the Queen’s fingers slid down the blonde’s stomach to stroke between the woman’s legs. “Oh my,” Liv repeated herself. The blonde regained consciousness, moaning encouragement to her new lover. Her fingers entwined themselves in the black woman’s hair and pulled her mouth harder onto her breast. Out of the corner of her eye, Merci could see Liv touch herself again. The timing was almost perfect—if only Chris would get here. The blonde pulled at the Jungle Queen’s waist, encouraging her to change positions, turning around so that her legs would straddle the blonde’s face. This had the added benefit of placing the black woman’s mouth directly above the blonde’s pussy. The white woman’s lips came up just as the black woman’s went down and two tongues darted forth to taste feminine juices. Liv’s hand on top of Merci’s made the scene more intense than ever. Merci feared to move, but like Liv she didn’t seem able to stop her free hand from

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creeping down to her crotch. It had to be the wine. She always got so horny when she drank a lot of wine. The two women on the screen began to suck furiously. Liv’s hand tightened across Merci’s fingers. A quick glance to the left proved Liv’s nipples were as excited as her own. Her friend’s right hand disappeared inside her pants. That seemed like a good idea to Merci too. The man on the screen suddenly awoke. He couldn’t help but notice the two women making love beside him. If his erection had ever faded it instantly returned in all of its blazing glory as he rolled first to his hands and knees, and then carefully positioned himself behind the Jungle Queen. The blonde suddenly noticed the swollen purple head of her first lover’s hard cock hovering near her face. She left off sucking the Queen’s black lips to plant a kiss on its underside, but it seemed that the white man was no longer interested in his blonde friend. He pulled his cock back away from her pink mouth and rubbed the swollen head against the Queen’s slick black labia. She pressed back against him, encouraging the hunter to enter her. He was only too happy to oblige. In one driving motion his rigid cock split the Queen’s dark lips apart and thrust deep within her. The Jungle Queen howled with pleasure. “Where is that fucking boyfriend of yours?” Liv groaned.

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Her hips lifted in frustration off the couch and her hand gripped Merci’s more tightly than ever. Her fingers worked furiously on herself, with no pretense that she was doing anything other than masturbating, but Liv didn’t seem capable of granting herself satisfaction. “Oh fuck, Merci, I’m sorry, but I have to come!” She let go of Merci’s hand and pushed her pants down around her thighs. Both hands met at her pussy, attacking her clit from either side. “Fuck!” she screamed. “I need a man!” Merci’s fingers were only slightly more discreetly. Her left hand was deep within her sweats, rubbing her nub as furiously as Liv seemed to be. On the screen in front of them, the blonde continued to suck at the Jungle Queen’s clit while the hunter rode her from behind with everything he had. The Queen abandoned the blonde’s pussy and arched her neck, howling in ecstasy. Her huge black nipples bounced and jiggled with her excitement. This scene had captivated Merci’s attention any number of times, but now she found herself looking away to watch Liv’s continuing efforts to bring herself to orgasm. Deep inside, a little voice told Merci she shouldn’t be doing any of this, but she ignored this bit of common sense. Watching Liv masturbate was just too damn exciting! Liv’s fingers slipping in and out of her thatch of red hair really turned Merci on, and the sight of those pink lips, swollen and pouting as Liv rubbed

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them, completely captivated Merci’s attention. “Damn it, Merci! You promised me a man! All week I’ve been dreaming about Chris’ big dick between my legs and he’s blown me off again!” Liv grabbed her own nipple and squeezed, while still rubbing furiously between her legs. Not satisfied with the feeling, she yanked her shirt and sports bra up her chest and attacked the little red nipple directly. “Damn it! You owe me!” The frustrated pain in Liv’s voice sounded close to tears. “Get me a dildo, a candlestick, anything!” Merci slid off the couch to her knees where she could look almost directly into Liv’s pussy. Her left hand was still stuffed into her panties, but the right had followed Liv’s lead and slipped under her sweatshirt to squeeze one ultra-sensitive nipple. “You owe me!” Liv screamed again. She reached out, grabbed Merci by the hair and pulled her hard against her pussy. Merci was only half-surprised. Her mouth opened and caught Liv’s clit immediately, sucking the hard little nub of feminine flesh into her mouth for the very first time. Liv screeched louder in excitement, twisting her body to lock Merci in place between her thighs. “Twelve years I’ve wanted this!” she shuddered. Her left hand pulled Merci’s face even tighter against her pussy while her right stretched down

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Merci’s back to tug her sweatshirt up over her shoulders. “Twelve years!” Liv screamed again. Merci sucked even harder, sending both hands up Liv’s body to grab her naked breasts. Pinching those small hard nipples rocketed Liv over the edge. She bucked, she writhed, she screeched, she clawed, she fought, but mostly, she came, and came, and came.

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Chapter Thirty Three Chris

Maria had come so often on the ride home that her legs were too weak to support her when it came time to get out of the car. She tried to stand, fumbling with the door handle and pushing her feet into the parking lot, but her trembling legs couldn’t hold her and she slid down onto the pavement. Orgasms mixed with alcohol had made Maria quite giddy, and the feel of her bare ass on the asphalt struck her as the height of hilarity. She lay against the side of the car laughing uncontrollably, unable to even try and get up again. Chris and Lourdes got out to help her. With a mighty effort, Maria succeeded in suppressing her mirth. She lifted the front of her skirt so they both could see her glistening pussy. “I think I want some more.” Chris crouched down and scooped Maria into the air. She immediately encircled his neck with her arms and thrust her tongue into his mouth. Lourdes put a hand on Chris’ shoulder. “I think you should wait for that until we’re inside,” she advised him. Chris broke off the kiss, making Maria pout. As he carried her after Lourdes,

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she continued to nuzzle her face into his neck, nibbling at his flesh. Lourdes led Chris to a first floor apartment with a door to the outside. The set up was similar to a row of townhouses. Lourdes opened the outer door into a stairwell and then used a separate key to open her apartment door. Chris carried Maria in behind her, and then waited while Lourdes turned on some lights. "Maria’s bedroom is over here,” Lourdes told him. Chris followed her through yet another door. Maria had stopped nibbling at him. Her deep breathing made him wonder if she had passed out. Gently, he set her down on the bed. “She’s very beautiful, no?” Lourdes asked. “Yes,” Chris agreed. He moved a strand of hair away from the sleeping woman’s face. “You can still fuck her if you want to,” Lourdes said. “It might wake her up.” She turned to leave the bedroom. Chris caught her arm. “Where do you think you’re going?” “To my room.” Lourdes made a half-serious effort to pull her arm free, but Chris didn’t let her go. Instead he pulled the woman back to him and took her in his arms. “I think you owe me something,” he reminded her.

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Lourdes tried again to pull away. “You’re smeared with her juices.” Chris lowered his lips to Lourdes’ and bruised open her mouth. At first, she did not respond, letting Chris taste her cigarettes and her Corona, but not actively encouraging him. Then she started to kiss Chris back, thrusting rapidly in and out with her tongue while her hands began to roam his chest. When Chris relaxed, Lourdes bit him—digging her teeth deep enough into his lower lip to draw blood. Chris shoved her away cursing, and then toppled over backward to land on top of Maria on the bed. Lourdes laughed, a smear of Chris’ blood staining her upper lip. “I warned you before. I only like big cocks and it’s Maria who likes bondage and spankings.” “Spankings?” Chris asked, remembering the earlier conversation. “You’re the bad girl. You’re the one who needs a spanking.” Lourdes was clearly enjoying herself. “Only a real man can spank me—and Blondie, you’re too worried about your girlfriend standing you up to be that much of a man.” Chris stood up. “So let me get this straight. If I’ve got a really big dick, I can fuck you, and if I’m a real man I can spank you.” “If, if, if...” Lourdes laughed. Chris lunged for her.

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Chapter Thirty Four Merci

Liv’s shudders slowly subsided, but she still held Merci’s face clamped between her thighs. “Oh my God, Merci,” Liv moaned, struggling to breathe normally again. Merci applied some muscle to her confinement and wrenched her face out of Liv’s scarlet muff. “Oh, God,” she agreed. She couldn’t truly believe what she had just done. And what was that Liv had said? “What did you mean by twelve years?” Liv opened her eyes to look at her friend. She seemed completely unselfconscious that her pants and panties were around her knees and her shirt and bra were up over her tits. She reached out and stroked Merci’s cheek. “You are so beautiful.” Merci felt a little tremor between her legs. It felt good but she wasn’t certain that she wanted to be feeling it. She hadn’t intended to make love to Liv—and certainly not without Chris. She wasn’t sure she liked the fact that she’d enjoyed it. And did this count as cheating? Liv scooted forward off the couch so that she sat down in front of Merci

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with the black woman still kneeling between her spread legs. “I think it’s time we got rid of this,” Liv told her. “I want to see what you look like and I don’t want to have to pretend I’m not doing it.” Liv’s hands went to Merci’s waist and took hold of her loose sweatshirt. Merci raised her arms to help, and Liv slipped it quickly upward. Merci’s breasts popped free and then the cloth was covering her face where it stopped for a moment. “Liv?” Something warm and wet touched Merci’s nipple—touched it, then began to stroke it up and down. “Liv?” Merci called again. Her voice trembled. She pulled the sweatshirt off her head and tossed it to the side. Liv sat before her teasing her with her tongue. “I...I think we ought to stop,” Merci said. Liv switched to the other breast, staring straight into Merci’s eyes as her tongue stuck out between her lips to taste the puckered flesh. Merci couldn’t meet that gaze. She closed her eyes, threw her head back, and sighed. Liv’s little hands met Merci’s shoulders and pressed them backward until Merci lay flat on the floor. Liv’s lithe body wiggled on top of her, the red head’s

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smaller breasts pressing down on Merci’s large ones as their mouths met for the first time. The delicate flickering of Liv’s tongue held Merci spellbound. “I love you, Merci,” Liv whispered. “Ever since school I’ve dreamed of doing this to you.” Liv kissed Merci again, questing more deeply inside her this time. Merci tried to recapture some semblance of rationality. “You knew even then?” “Not really,” Liv admitted, slithering her way down Merci’s body. “Oh, I thought you were beautiful and I loved to watch you make out with guys, but I wasn’t ready to accept then that I was just as interested in your body as I was in theirs.” She paused to kiss her way down Merci’s stomach, finally reaching the top of Merci’s sweat pants. Merci was afraid of what was going to happen next. “So you’re not a lesbian?” Liv laughed at the thought. “Of course not, silly, you know I love guys. But a really beautiful woman like you, Merci...well you’ve also turned me on.” Her fingers slipped under the waist of the sweats and caught Merci’s panties at the same time. Slowly, drawing out the moment, Liv pulled them down.

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“Oh baby,” she whispered. “I love the fact that you shave it all off.” Merci reached down to touch the smooth flesh above her clitoris. “Chris likes to shave me,” she confessed. “Let’s not think about him,” Liv suggested. “For the rest of tonight, there’s just you and me.” Merci closed her eyes. Images of Chris warred with pictures of Liv in her brain. “But he’s my boyfriend,” she whispered. “Can he do this to you?” Liv asked. Merci felt Liv’s tongue, not on her clit or splitting her labia, but exploring the outer folds of flesh where her labia sprang from her groin. She shuddered in pure enjoyment. “Or this?” Liv asked, moving her tongue low to lick the narrow strip of flesh separating Merci’s pussy from her anus. “Or-” “I give!” Merci shouted. She lifted her legs and kicked off her sweat pants. On the television screen the blonde and the Jungle Queen were both licking the swollen head of the male hunter’s erection while milky-white cum fountained up over both of them. But that was a different fantasy which died because Chris stood her up tonight. Merci’s new fantasy was Liv, and by this early measure, Merci had some powerful

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orgasms coming. She rolled to her knees and used her greater size to force Liv onto the floor. Then she straddled her face and squatted down to feed the fair-skinned redhead her dark horny pussy.

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Chapter Thirty Five Chris

Chris forced Lourdes to the floor, letting the full weight of his chest pin her breasts beneath him while his hands held her arms up over her head. “I win!” he told her, ducking down to kiss her once more. Lourdes started kissing him back, and then bucked her hips upward to half throw him off of her. She was laughing hard as Chris grabbed hold of her again, but she didn’t stop struggling. She twisted to her hands and knees, but his arms encircled her chest and his hands caught firm hold of her breasts. “You want me!” he accused. “Only if you can take me!” she laughed. Chris flipped Lourdes on to her back and grabbed the bottom of her shirt. His attempt to rip it off was only partially successful, exposing her stomach and the underside of one soft breast. Apparently she wore no bra—something Chris always found exciting. Lourdes lifted her legs and scissored them around Chris’ shoulder and chest. Then she used them to throw him back off her. Before he had recovered his

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balance, Lourdes was sitting on his chest with her knees to either side of his face and his chin in the crotch of her camouflage pants. She was clearly enjoying herself. “You think you’re tough? Who’s on top now, Blondie?” “If that’s what this is all about,” Chris offered, “I’ll be happy to let you ride.” Her shirt had fallen back into place and his hands slid over it on the way to her breasts. They were as soft and full as he had imagined, but there was something protruding from either side of her right nipple. Chris grinned as he realized what it was. “You really are a bad girl, Lourdes. You’ve pierced your nipple!” “And you’re the man who’s going to put me in my place?” Lourdes scoffed. “You’ll be lucky if you even get to see my ring.” Chris forced her down on her side, and held her there while he got first his knees and then his feet under him. Then he stood, picking Lourdes up with him, holding her by the back of her tank top and her pants. Lourdes squealed with pleasure and frustration as Chris staggered back to the bed and dropped her stomach down in his lap. She tried to come up fighting but Chris forced her down again. Then he pulled the concealing tank top up and over her head. The feel of Lourdes naked breasts slapping against his pant leg excited Chris

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further, but not as much as the new tattoo he found on her back. It was a real work of art: a naked woman, tits and pussy clearly showing, stood framed by two large hunting cats who rubbed themselves against her legs. Even more exciting was the curling design emerging up Lourdes’ back from the crack of her ass. Chris very much wanted to see the rest of it. Reaching under his captive he forced open the snap on her pants. Then he grasped the waist above her rear end and pulled pants and panties down to her calves. Lourdes shrieked with excitement and Chris began to fondle her nearly perfect ass cheeks. They were round but firm and lightly tanned. The little hole of her anus was delicate and small. Stretching upward was a tattoo of swirling design. The possibilities were momentarily overwhelming, and Chris didn’t know where to begin. Fortunately, Lourdes decided to help him. She wiggled her ass beneath his hand. “Now’s your chance, Blondie, show me you’re a man!” Chris smacked her hard on the rear end, briefly leaving his hand print on her cheeks. “Is that all you’ve got?” Lourdes shouted. Chris slapped again, harder, trying to make it sting.

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Lourdes sneered at his efforts. “I thought you were going to punish me!” Chris struck her with all the force at his command. Her cheeks flattened beneath his palm turning white for a moment and then flushing red. “Oh yes,” Lourdes gasped. “Spank me, Blondie. Be a man!” Chris’ erection surged beneath her, pushing into Lourdes’ stomach through his pants. He hit her again. “Harder!” she shouted. “Harder!” This time he hit hard enough to bruise, but he was drunk enough that he didn’t really care and neither did Lourdes. She loved it, grinding herself on his leg and begging him for more. Chris reached between Lourdes’ legs and stuck his middle finger into her pussy. She was so wet her juices ran down his finger to the rest of his hand. “You like this, do you?” he asked. With a sudden movement, he shoved Lourdes off his lap and onto the floor, then stood and removed his belt. “Oooh, yes,” Lourdes moaned. “You know I’m bad, Blondie.” She rolled on to all fours with her ass pointed up toward Chris, then reached between her legs and began to finger herself. Chris folded the belt in two and cracked it against his open palm. Lourdes trembled with anticipation. She looked incredibly sexy as she knelt there with her

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bare ass in the air, her tits dangling in front of her, and her pants and panties tangled around her combat boots. He cracked the belt across her ass just to see what she would do. Lourdes squealed with pain but was quickly wiggling her butt at him and begging Chris to spank her again. Her finger wiggled furiously on her clitoris. “That’s the way, Blondie,” she encouraged him. “Hit me! Spank me!” Chris hit her again. He was so hard it was painful and he needed to free his dick. But better yet, he wanted Lourdes to free it for him. “Turn around!” he ordered. Lourdes turned reluctantly, clearly wanting the spanking to continue. “Now suck my cock!” Chris told her. Lourdes was about to object when she actually looked at the size of the bulge straining within Chris’ pants. His full erection actually poked up higher than his trousers. It was still under his t-shirt so it was partially concealed, but Chris was willing to bet that this was the largest cock Lourdes had ever had a chance to see in the flesh. Her hand came up and felt him as her eyes widened in anticipation. She pulled the shirt out of his pants to look at the swollen purpling head. In a very real way, Chris stopped existing as Lourdes pulled open his trousers and pushed them down his legs. The briefs followed immediately and Lourdes with her size fetish was confronted by Chris’ full erection.

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He could feel her hot breath on his rod as she slowly looked up into his eyes. “Anytime, Blondie, day or night, you want to fuck, you want a blow job, you just need to get off. You call me anytime!” She cradled Chris’ dick in her hands, hugging it against her cheek, sliding her soft flesh up and down his shaft. “And what about Maria?” Chris asked. It was only a half serious question, but she was lying right behind them with her dress up around her waist and it was natural for him to want to know exactly what Lourdes was offering. “You can fuck her too,” Lourdes assured him. “Hell, I’ll fuck her for you if that’s what you want! I just want to own this cock!” Her bare nipples brushed Chris’ thighs as she cradled his dick, and then trailed up his body. Now her breasts rose up as she straightened to her full kneeling height and stretched her mouth over the head of Chris’ erection. Lourdes mouth was warm and tight, and unlike Merci, clearly experienced with very large men. She went down on him fast—completely swallowing his fat swollen head, bobbing up and down before spitting it back out again. Perhaps it was all of the whiskey, but Chris couldn’t remember a time that he’d been this excited. Most women started out intimidated by his cock—it was why he had worked so hard to develop his skill at oral sex. In Chris’ experience, three or four orgasms really lowered most women’s inhibitions. But from the first

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moment she saw it, Lourdes was ravenous for his dick. He wondered how far she was willing to go with him. “What about Merci?” he gasped. He didn’t think he’d used her name before but Lourdes had no difficulty figuring out who he was talking about. She chewed excruciatingly on the tip of his penis while her small hand tightened on the shaft just below the head. Saliva drooled past her lips on to his smoking flesh. Her left hand tickled his balls before suddenly clamping tight upon them. Chris struggled to contain his orgasm. The volcanic pressure built within him and he tried by force of will to keep it contained. Lourdes’ knowing eyes stared up at him. Her lips still touched the end of his cock when she spoke. Even mumbled, her accent made her as exotic as the piercings and the tattoos. “I really don’t think you’ll want her,” she said, “but keep her if you want. Promise me this big dick and I’ll get you all the women you can handle.” Lourdes’s tongue played ice cream cone with Chris’ penis. His body trembled. His hands clenched. “White chicks, Latinas, black, Asian, Arab—I’ll get you more women than even you can handle!” She kicked hard at her feet and succeeded in removing one of the combat boots, freeing herself of her pants and panties. “And when you’re through playing

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with them, I’ll make you sooo hard again. You can have my tits.” She cupped her breasts around his shaft and slid them up and down. “You can have my pussy.” She slid up his body until he could feel her curly bush and her slick wet lips on the length of his cock. “And you can always—always—have my mouth. Just like this...” Lourdes took a deep breath, bent over from the waist, opened her mouth wide and completely engulfed Chris’ penis. Earlier she had bobbed up and down on the head of his cock, but this time, she just kept going, deep-throating Chris in one incredible motion. Chris was stunned—as excited by the visuals as he was by the feeling. In his whole life, no woman had ever come close to taking all of him, but here was Lourdes’ lips brushing up against his groin. He didn’t see how it was possible. Lourdes stroked the underside of Chris’ scrotum with her fingernail and boiling hot semen erupted from his cock. Instead of pulling off, she locked her lips harder on his shaft and grabbed his balls for balance. Chris’ dick shook and his knees trembled. He dropped the belt and grabbed hold of Lourdes’s head, desperate to keep her from moving, but she never even tried to back off. Instead, she actually began to suck on him, contracting the muscles in her throat to encourage his cock to find more cum. They held each other locked in place until the spasms in Chris’ cock began

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to subside. Then Lourdes pulled most of the way off the dick so that she could begin to bob on the head again. The remnants of his ejaculation finally escaped her mouth, coating his shaft and her hand as she resumed pumping him.

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Chapter Thirty Six Merci

Liv wrapped her arms around Merci’s thighs and lifted herself up so that her lips and tongue could attack the black woman’s pussy. Merci closed her eyes and purred with pleasure. For the moment, all questions about whether it was right or wrong to make love to Liv fled her mind. Her thighs began to tremble with the effort of supporting herself in this position, so Merci leaned forward over the couch and quivered as the leather fabric brushed her swollen nipples. Liv hauled herself higher to give her tongue better access to Merci’s clit. The action brought her bare breasts and nipples into contact with Merci’s thighs, causing yet another shudder to work its way up her body. “Oh, Liv,” Merci gasped. Liv stopped kissing Merci’s cunt and wiggled out from beneath her. As she sat up, she ripped her shirt and sports bra the rest of the way off her body, and then shoved her pants off her legs and onto the floor. Then she rose to her knees and pressed her pussy against Merci’s ass and her bare breasts against her lover’s

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back. Her hand slipped beneath Merci’s stomach and slid down to rub her clit. Merci shook in response, encouraging Liv to rub harder. She rocked her body against Merci’s, simulating fucking the other woman by grinding her pussy against Merci’s ass. “It’s not working,” Merci gasped. Liv turned Merci over, pulling her down on to the floor. With two fingers, she penetrated Merci’s lips and thrust deep into her vagina. Then she clenched her hand as if she were trying to make a fist. The meat of her palm ground against Merci’s clit while her two fingers stroked the fabulous g-spot. Her lips locked upon one of Merci’s fat swollen nipples and began to nurse. “Oh yes,” Merci whispered. Liv’s lips on her pussy had felt wonderful, but this new pressure was absolutely divine. “Oh yes, Liv!” Merci grabbed Liv’s hand clenching her groin and encouraged her to squeeze her flesh even more tightly. Liv rotated the heel of her hand even as the fingers inside of Merci squeezed harder. Merci couldn’t stand it. She had to come or stop. But she couldn’t come yet and Liv wasn’t stopping. “Oh Chris,” she gasped. “I need your cock!” “No!” Liv lunged forward, letting go of Merci’s pussy but not forgetting it. Her hands mauled Merci’s breasts and her knee dug into her pussy. Her mouth

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locked on to Merci’s luscious upper lips and forced them open to accept her tongue. The fire and spirit in Liv’s attack surprised Merci. Liv reared up over her, pushing herself up by the hands clenching Merci’s breasts. Her own nipples looked flushed and swollen. The rage radiating out of the redhead’s body added a whole new level of excitement to her actions. “You don’t need him!” Liv shouted. Still clenching Merci’s breasts she slid back down her dark body and sucked Merci’s whole clitoris into her mouth. Merci came with utter abandon, locking both her arms and legs around Liv’s head. The more powerfully she came, the tighter she squeezed Liv, and the tighter she squeezed, the harder the redhead sucked on her clitoris. Merci laughed and cried simultaneously, hugging her friend until her climaxes subsided. “Oh, God, Liv, at the end there, I didn’t think I was going to be able to do it. I don’t know why. I’ve come without a cock before. But I really thought I needed Chris to help me climax.” Liv rested her cheek on Merci’s inner thigh, her moist face still pointing toward her friend’s beautiful pussy. “Forget about him! Whatever he’s doing now, I guarantee he’s not thinking of you.” “He’s my boyfriend,” Merci protested.

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“Who’s probably out right now cheating on you.” “Like we’re cheating on him?” Liv rolled off Merci’s thigh on to her hands and knees so Merci and she could see each other’s eyes. “Look, I know you like him, and you know I think he’s a self-centered ass. Let’s forget that. Right now it’s not important. What is important is us and men. So let’s get this straight. We can like them and we can get off on them, but we don’t need them. Not any more. Tomorrow night I’ll show you what I mean. In the meantime, let me have some more of your pussy.” Merci closed her eyes as Liv began to lick her again.

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Chapter Thirty Seven Chris

Lourdes lay back on the floor and elevated her pussy for Chris’ inspection. “You’re still hard enough. Are you ready for me?” Behind Chris on the bed, Maria moaned and rolled over on her side, reminding Chris that he had yet to see the little vixen naked. “Were you serious about me fucking Maria?” he asked. Lourdes shrugged. “She’s sleeping.” “I know, but I keep remembering that you promised her a good fucking for her birthday and if you don’t keep your promises to your roommate, how do I know you’ll keep your promises to me?” Lourdes got to her feet. “Good point, Blondie, I guess you don’t know. Do you want to fuck her in the pussy or in the ass?” “God, you really are bad,” Chris grinned. Lourdes took hold of his cock and began to stroke him. “Blondie, you have no idea how bad I really am.” She looked back down at Maria. “So you want her?”

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“Oh, yeah.” “And you think you’ll have enough left for me?” “Are you serious?” Lourdes used her grip on his penis to pull him tight against her. Her nipples pressed against his upper stomach. “I want you able to fuck me tonight!” “Lourdes, you are so hot you can make a dead man hard.” Lourdes smiled and let go of his cock. “I have to admit that I would like to watch that dick of yours in action.” She shook Maria gently. “It’s time to wake up. I have your birthday present.” Maria groaned but continued sleeping. Lourdes pulled her into a sitting position and began to unzip her dress. “Your blonde prince wants to fuck you.” She lifted the dress over Maria’s head leaving her naked except for her bra. Maria yawned and stretched. “What did you say?” “The bra too,” Chris instructed. Lourdes grinned again and unfastened the strap. “You going to fuck these too?” Chris shook his head. “Merci has the best tit-fucking breasts on the planet. I just want to look at them while I fuck her.” Maria was conscious now but not fully awake. She didn’t protest as Lourdes

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removed her bra or pulled her back down on the bed. “Are you ready for your man?” Lourdes asked her. “What?” Chris climbed between Maria’s legs and rubbed his mostly stiff dick on her clitoris. Maria started waking fast. “Oh, God, I don’t think I’m ready. How long have I been sleeping?” “I’m ready!” Chris announced. He rubbed his swollen head down Maria’s lips, searching for her juices. “Wait! I don’t think I’m wet!” Maria protested. Chris growled in frustration, but pulled back. “Okay, maybe this will excite you. Lourdes, show Maria how to fuck my dick!” Lourdes climbed on the bed next to Chris so that both were kneeling with Chris’ stiff cock between them. Maria seemed to just be grasping the fact that Lourdes was also naked. “Wait! I want to fuck him. I’m just not awake.” “You’ll fuck me,” Chris promised, before Lourdes kiss stopped him from talking. His left hand covered her breast while his right gripped her ass. Still kissing Chris, Lourdes lifted herself up so she squatted on her feet in front of him and maneuvered herself over Chris’ erection.

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“Wait!” Maria said again. Lourdes dropped herself hard on Chris’ cock, letting gravity force open her lips and help her pussy swallow him. Her groan of pain and pleasure broke their kiss. Chris put both hands on Lourdes’ ass and lifted her high so she could crash down on his length again. Maria sat watching them in disbelief. “Were you joking with me in the bar?” Chris asked. “You said I could have both of you.” Chris wasn’t actually certain that that statement was true, but what he really cared about was the feel of Lourdes’ pussy as she continued to play elevator on his pole. “Maria,” Lourdes said, “why don’t you kiss Blondie and let him play with your tits and pussy.” Maria started to scoot away, but Chris lurched forward and grabbed her bare ankle. The movement unbalanced him and Lourdes and they spilled on the mattress on top of Maria’s lower body. Chris’ cock popped out so he repositioned himself between Lourdes’ legs and prepared to do some traditional pumping. “Kiss his dick,” Lourdes told Maria. “Let him know you still want him.”

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Maria appeared uncertain, so Lourdes jerked her forward toward Chris. He caught Maria by her arm pits and pulled her up against his chest. Her breasts were bigger than Lourdes’ and flattened nicely against him. Her lips and tongue were eager and excited when he kissed them. Lourdes tried to pull Chris’ dick back to her pussy but Maria’s body between them made that difficult. She attempted to shift her position, but Chris stopped her. “Wait a minute. There’s something I’ve always wanted to do.” He pulled back from Maria enough for him to see her body from breasts to thighs. His erection raged between them and she wrapped the fingers of both hands around it. Chris tried to ignore the distraction and began to tickle the woman’s inner thighs. “Are you sure you’re not wet enough?” he asked her. Maria quivered in response. Chris nuzzled at her cheek and neck while his fingers stroked her labia. “If I open you up,” he asked, “will I find that you want me?” Maria tightened her grip on Chris’ cock. Her breasts were swollen and her nipples puckered with excitement. She gasped with pleasure when Chris slipped his finger inside her body. Despite Maria’s protests, she was more than wet enough to accommodate him. He pulled the finger out and then slid it inside her other mouth. “Are you ready for me to fuck you?”

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Maria closed her eyes and shuddered. “Oh, yes,” she whispered. Chris kissed her deeply, then gently turned her around and laid her breastto-breast, pussy-to-pussy, on top of Lourdes. “I have always wanted to do this,” he told them. He rubbed his cock against Lourdes’ lips, and then rose a few inches higher to stroke Maria’s. “I’m going to fuck you both,” he informed them, “together, at the same time.” He rubbed himself against Lourdes’ lips again, then thrust forward with his hips and drove himself inside of her. She was hot and wet and tightened her pussy muscles excitingly as he pumped in and out. When Chris’ cock popped free, he rubbed it against Maria’s lips and then thrust forward again. Lourdes’ roommate squealed with excitement. She was much tighter than Lourdes, but just as hot and wet. Chris put his hands on her ass cheeks and squeezed as he widened her passage with each successive thrust. Chris pulled out again and re-entered Lourdes, feeling absolutely masterful as he fucked both women. He quickly settled into a slow and powerful rhythm, pumping in and out of one woman three times, before switching to the other and fucking her with three more strokes of his thick cock. The most incredible part was that he was never completely separated from either of them. As he thrust into Lourdes, his hips and upper groin bumped into

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Maria’s open thighs and wet pussy. As he fucked Maria, Chris’ balls slapped into Lourdes’ hot lower lips. It was the ultimate charge and Lourdes grunting curses combined with Maria’s shrieks and moans had his testicles churning with the need to release more cum. But the whiskey in his body was working against him, and despite his intense excitement, he began to realize he needed something more if he was to have a second orgasm. “Lourdes!” he snapped the name to make certain he had her attention. “Put your arms around Maria’s neck!” Lourdes waited for him to pull out of her before she complied, but she did as she was told. Maria moaned and quivered as Chris re-entered her. Her pussy squirmed against his meat, as if she was also on the verge of new orgasms. Chris wanted to push her over the edge as well, knowing what that would feel like on his raging hard on. “Now kiss her!” Chris ordered Lourdes, as he thrust even harder into Maria. “Shove your tongue down her throat and kiss her!” He thrust a third time as Lourdes lifted her head off the mattress to comply with his demands. Maria was no longer perfectly on top of her friend and Chris could see Lourdes’ pierced nipple pointing up at him. His dick popped free of Maria and he tried to get it back in Lourdes’ slippery cunt, but instead he slid deep

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between the two women’s squirming bodies. He could feel Lourdes’ tangle of hair beneath him and Maria’s slick smooth mons above. “Fuck her with your tongue!” he gasped, just as his swollen dick began to erupt. Chris’ thick cum squirted out between the women’s bellies, and then splattered both sets of swollen lips as he drew back. When he thrust forward again, he bruised against Maria’s wet labia then rode up over her to drop gobs of milky semen on her ass. He grabbed hold of himself, tempted for an instant to plunge his pulsing cock deep into Maria’s anus, but the angle seemed off and his need was far too urgent to reposition Maria now. He stuck his erupting cock back inside her hot vagina and collapsed across her back, holding them both until sleep claimed them.

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Part V: Digging Deeper Chapter Thirty Eight Chris

Chris woke in confusion. A sledgehammer pounded in his temples and the room spun when he lifted his head to look around. Beneath him, a woman moaned, bringing back a flash of intense memories—a quick slide show of breasts, pussies, piercings, and tattoos and the very poignant image of a sexy Latina deep-throating his long cock. Chris groaned and sat up. The light from the windows sent ice picks of pain deep into his eyes. Next to him, two bodies stirred—two beautiful, sexy, Latina bodies that were as starkly naked as he was himself. Despite the pain in his head, Chris’ penis began to stir. Was that woman’s pussy really pierced with a little gold stud? Chris began to look closer, but a wave of nausea struck him with the motion and he desisted. Then he remembered Merci and began to feel truly ill. “Oh Lord, what have I done?” Somehow, Chris stumbled out of bed without waking either woman. In

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blinding pain, he found his pants, shirt and shoes—leaving behind his socks and underwear. He wanted to call a cab, but he didn’t know where he was. Chris left the ground floor apartment and wandered to the small parking lot. He didn’t see his Mustang but there was a Dunkin Donuts across the street, so he went and bought a large black coffee and drank it in the store while he filled his stomach with Old Fashioned donuts. He had really messed up this time. Merci would never forgive him. He couldn’t find his cell phone so he got change from the cashier and used the pay phone to call a cab. The driver took him back to the bar so he could pick up his car. When he got home he collapsed on the couch trying to figure out what he should do. He had to call Merci, but should he call now or wait until he’d slept the hangover off? He simply didn’t know. Finally he decided it was better not to wait to call her—waiting would only give her time for her anger to stew. But he knew he was in no condition to talk yet, so he went to his cabinet and took out a fresh bottle of Jack Daniels and a nice clean glass. He would have liked to have ice to go with it, but the kitchen seemed too far away to manage. Chris cracked the seal and opened the bottle, pouring a generous two fingers into the glass. He tossed the drink down in one gulp and waited while the warmth worked its way down his chest like a gift from heaven. He was feeling

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better before the alcohol could have possibly started to work on him. The fire just kept spreading inside of him, pooling in his groin before flowing out his arms and legs to touch his fingers and his toes. Chris poured a second glass and picked up the phone. He loved Merci, but he had probably blown it with her last night. He might have gotten away with standing her up if it had been just the two of them, but with Liv present there was no hope. It occurred to Chris quite suddenly that he didn’t actually know that Merci had called, but a quick check of his home phone’s caller ID dashed that fantasy before it had finished taking form. Chris dialed Merci’s number and waited for her to answer the phone. “Hello?” God, but he loved the sound of her voice. It was muffled with sleep and unbelievably sexy. “It’s Chris.” A lot of the sleepiness instantly disappeared. No anger was evident yet, but it had to be present below the surface. “Where were you last night? I called and called.” “I...” There was no way Chris could tell her the truth. “I just couldn’t go through with it. I just couldn’t face Liv again knowing what she tried to do to me.”

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There was a sound on Merci’s end of the line that Chris couldn’t quite make out—not between his headache and Merci’s responses. “And you couldn’t answer my calls?” Now the anger Chris had been waiting for was beginning to appear. If his story had any chance of being believed he would have to mix in a lot of truth. “I...I got drunk and lost my phone last night,” Chris confessed. “I didn’t know you had called until this morning.” “Oh, please!” A different voice than Merci’s came across the line and Chris realized he was in more trouble than he had thought. For some reason, Liv was still over there— over there and listening to the call. “Hush,” Merci told her, then returned her attention to Chris. “What happened?” “He probably picked up a whore and she robbed him,” Liv said. Chris tried to get his story out past her. “I don’t remember exactly. I was drinking pretty hard and slept it off in my car.” God, why had he said that? Merci would never believe he had passed out in the Mustang. “Oh, really?” “You two-timing bastard,” Liv shouted over Merci. “Your girlfriend tries to

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give you a treat and you go out and cheat on her. Well you know what? We don’t need you, you bastard! We came quite well on our own, thank you!” “Liv-” Merci’s protests were cut off and muffled. It took Chris a moment to realize what was happening. Liv and Merci were kissing next to the phone! Apparently Merci broke off the kiss because suddenly he could hear her speaking again. “Liv, please, I’m trying to-” “I’m just showing him what he missed.” The sound of fierce kissing interrupted them again. Chris couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Liv and Merci were kissing! Had they spent the night together? “Show him what happens when he steps out on you,” Liv urged. “He could have had us both. Show him what he missed.” The sound of sheets or blankets being moved was followed by the sounds of fevered slurping. Merci moaned. “She’s eating my pussy, Chris. Why aren’t you here?” “Don’t talk to him!” Liv warned. “I’ll stop right now if you say his name again.” A burst of static came over the receiver, but when it cleared Chris could still here what was happening. He could picture Merci’s hands on either side of Liv’s

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head, urging her to suck her harder. Chris began to stroke his own dick in anticipation of her orgasm. It didn’t take long for it to grow in his hands. How could it stay soft when he was listening to Merci’s pleasure? “Ohhh,” she moaned again. “That’s it. That’s it. Right there!” Chris’ hand kept pace with Merci’s excitement, rubbing up and down on the length of his cock. He could picture Merci’s face—her eyes closed, her mouth slightly open, the air rushing quickly in and out. He left off long enough to lick his hand. He could see in his mind’s eye Merci’s nipples standing out. Her large wonderful aureole puckering atop her breasts. His own breath quickened and the sweat stood out from his forehead. He could hear just as clearly as if Merci were touching herself right here in this room. Only Merci wasn’t touching herself. Liv was sucking on her pussy—bare white ass thrust up in the air, hairy red pussy protruding from between her legs, free hand rubbing furiously at her clitoris while she pleasured Chris’ girlfriend. Chris wanted them both, wanted to drive his long, hard shaft deep into Liv’s tight cunt instead of pumping it here with his own damn hand. He wanted to grind Liv’s face deep between Merci’s thighs, smearing her cheeks in Merci’s love. He wanted to shove Liv to the side and take her place inside his woman, shoving

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his hard cock deep between Merci’s lips, watching himself as he pulled out and plunged in again. White cum bubbled forth over Chris’ fist, smearing across his fingers and back down his cock. Over the phone, he could hear Merci enjoying a much stronger, far more exciting orgasm. Suddenly the cum spilling over his hand was just another part of the mess in his life. He shouldn’t be here alone. He should be at Merci’s house, fucking both women. He’d blown it again. Chris hung up the phone in disgust.

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Chapter Thirty Nine Liv

Liv lay back in the pillows and listened to the sounds of Merci’s shower. She stretched her muscles and felt a trill of triumph from the bottom of her toes to her finger tips. Her body was alive with the knowledge of her impending victory from the tingling fires in her pussy to her oh so sensitive nipples. She was breaking Chris and Merci up! A couple more pushes and the two would be irreconcilable! It was amazing how easy it all was. Liv had thought she’d have to work at it, build up a little jealousy and create a few misunderstandings. But Chris had played right into her hands and as a bonus she had gotten a night with Merci thrown in as well. Confidant that Merci couldn’t hear her at the moment, Liv picked up the phone and found Chris’ number in the caller ID, preparing to set another nail into their dating coffin. Chris answered, his voice sleepy and not too cognizant. “Hello.” Liv began to spin her lie. “I’m calling for Merci. Are you awake enough to understand?”

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Chris grunted. “I’m listening. What’s up?” “She’s very angry at you, Chris, but you know Merci. Against my advice, she’s decided to give you one very tiny chance to make things right again. Are you listening?” She thought she heard the sound of him swallowing. Good! Let the bastard get drunk again. “You are going to wait at home for us tonight! We’ll come over sometime— after we go out on the town. If you’re not there when we arrive, it’s all over between you and Merci. If you call before we get there and spoil our evening, you’re also done. That’s all!” “What?” “Pull your head out of the bottle! Wait at your house tonight until we arrive and Merci may forgive you. Don’t wait for us, and you’re done.” “Let me talk to Merci.” “You’re not listening! She’s angry. She doesn’t want to talk now. But she’s willing to give you one more chance, if you do things her way this time.” “And that is?” “Just wait for us. We’re going to go out and have some fun and then come over to your place to sort things out. All you have to do is stay home, don’t call, and wait for us to arrive. Got it?”

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“Well, okay-” Liv hung up feeling good about herself, then suddenly worried that Chris hadn’t really understood her instructions. One call from him could spoil her plan. “Hell, not even he could be that stupid.” She got out of bed and began looking through Merci’s closet, wondering exactly how she would finish snaring Chris in her trap. She already knew how she would distract Merci. Get a few drinks in Merci’s belly and she’d go for any handsome man Liv pushed her way. But Chris didn’t trust her and that would make him harder to manipulate. When she saw the pith helmet and safari outfit in Merci’s closet, she stopped worrying and started planning Chris’ destruction.

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Chapter Forty Merci

“We need to go out and have fun tonight,” Liv announced. Startled, Merci looked up at Liv, not realizing until that moment, that she had been lost in thought. “I need to call Chris,” she said. “We need to sort things out.” “No, no, no, no, no!” Liv said. “I...look Liv, last night and this morning were...special. But I love Chris, and...I’m not a lesbian.” “I know that,” Liv laughed. “I’m not a lesbian either—just a little bit bi when I’m drunk and horny. But honey, Chris screwed up last night and you need to teach him a lesson. He didn’t wait for your call like you told him to, and he probably played around on top of that.” Merci shook her head. “You don’t know that.” Liv stared at her. “He said he lost his cell phone and fell asleep in his car. I don’t believe that’s all that happened and neither do you.” “But-”

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“It doesn’t matter. What does matter is that you have to punish him! If you don’t make him pay for standing you up he’s going to start taking you for granted.” “But-” “It’s just one night. We’ll go out on the town, dance a little, have some fun, and remind you that there are other men out there if you decide you’ve had enough of this guy.” Merci stopped protesting. A night on the town did sound like fun. And she really was hurt that Chris hadn’t waited for her call. “You don’t think a night apart will be bad for us?” “Honey, you can’t go crawling back to him when he’s the one who did wrong. You make him do the crawling, but with an arrogant SOB like Chris, you’re going to have to worry him first or he’s never going to admit how badly he’s screwed up.” Merci considered Liv’s plan. “And you think going out without him will do that?” “Honey, he’s taking you for granted. Once you remind him he’s not the only game in town he’ll start to get worried. Refuse to take his calls and he’ll start to panic. If he’s half as stuck on you as you think he is, he’ll be begging to get back under your dress by this time tomorrow. Now do you want to go have some fun?” Merci enjoyed the image of Chris naked on his hands and knees with his

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head beneath her dress. “Let’s do it,” she said.

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Chapter Forty One Merci

“Jesus, Merci, it’s been two months, not two years.” Liv make no effort to conceal her exasperation and that made Merci feel defensive. “I just don’t feel right. It’s like I’m stepping out on Chris.” Liv’s face was growing red and Merci didn’t think that the heat in the club was responsible. “He’s the one who stepped out on you!” Merci started to protest, but Liv cut her off. “Look, I’m sorry. Maybe I’ve stepped over the line. But it’s not like I’m asking you to go down on some stranger here. I just want you to dance and have some fun and let Chris think about life without you for a while. What’s the harm in that?” Merci wasn’t sure that there would be any harm, but a lot of things were unsettling her as they percolated in the back of her mind. First, this was Chris and Merci’s first real fight and Liv’s punish him strategy didn’t feel right to her. Add to that the uncomfortable fact that Liv didn’t like Chris and Merci just wasn’t certain that she could trust her friend’s advice. Finally, there was the whole issue of cheating. Merci didn’t know whether

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Chris had stepped out or not, but she was forced to admit that she had. Her plan had been for a healing night of soul-searching discussion, but what had actually happened was that she and Liv had spent the time making each other come. She didn’t know that punishing Chris was the best way to cope with her guilty feelings. Merci drank down her second screaming orgasm and set it on the bar. She thought that she had finished it a minute ago, but clearly she was wrong. Not that it mattered—she had finally made up her mind. She would go home, call Chris and try to patch things up. “Oh, look,” Liv said, “Isn’t that Ed Thomas? And who’s his friend?” Merci looked past Liv to see Ed and another man cutting through the crowd in their direction. They were both younger than Merci and Liv, at most two or three years out of college, and strong and handsome in their matching white shirts and blue jackets. “Ed,” Liv rose to greet him, standing up on the tips of her toes to give him a perfunctory kiss on the lips. Ed still had to bend down to accommodate her. He was at least six foot six, a former college line backer who hadn’t yet lost his physique. He had dark eyes and hair and a very cocky grin. “Liv, you look fabulous,” he told her before turning his attention to Merci. She had only met him once before in passing and she didn’t recognize his friend.

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Merci stood to give Ed a peck of her own, but she put her foot down wrong and fell hard against him. His chest and abs might have been carved from granite. “Careful there,” Ed said, catching her in his arms. He seemed to be in no hurry to let her go again. “And who is this?” Liv asked. “Brian.” The man was identical to Ed in every way save two inches in height. He offered Liv his hand and bent down to peck her lips when she accepted it. Merci pushed herself back in her chair and picked up her drink again. In the back of her mind, something seemed odd about that, but Ed was talking and she quickly forgot about it. “I’m glad we saw you when we did,” Ed told them. “We were starting to get bored and thinking about moving on. Now I think we’ll stay a bit.” Merci liked the way he appraised her—bold and confidant. Added to the pleasant rush of alcohol it generated a nice flush of heat within her body. She took another sip of her drink. “Good timing,” she agreed. “Liv and I were just talking about going home.” “I hope you’ll stay a while longer now that we’re here,” Ed said. “For a while,” Merci said, unconsciously smiling at the suggestion. Behind Ed, Liv traced her finger along the muscles on Brian’s chest and the

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ex-jock grinned like the Cheshire Cat. The bartender brought Ed a drink and he leaned closer to Merci so he could accept it. Merci liked the rugged smell of his aftershave and despite the heat in the bar was a touch unhappy when he straightened up again. Ed must have had similar feelings because he ended up closer to Merci than he had started. His free hand dangled enticingly against her outer thigh, just above Merci’s knee. He swallowed a mouthful of whiskey. “I can’t believe I’d forgotten how beautiful you are.” Merci smiled at the obvious pick up line. “Aren’t Liv and I a bit old for you and your friend?” It wasn’t really a concern for Merci. Ed and Brian were obviously adults. But while she was enjoying the younger man’s attention, she didn’t want him to get any ideas about going further than this club. Ed looked unimpressed with her argument. “We’re not teenagers, and you’re not old.” “I think Liv agrees with you,” Merci said. Brian’s hands were already about Liv’s waist and hers were entwined around his neck. By the time Ed turned around to look at them, their mouths were joining in a far from perfunctory kiss. “I think they have the right idea,” Ed said. He put his glass down on the bar and cupped Merci’s chin.

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She started to pull away. “Wait a minute-” Ed’s mouth closed on top of hers, both tender and insistent. Merci felt the kiss in her nipples and her pussy, as well as on her lips. A hot flush overwhelmed her. She tried to rise from her stool but the room span and for the second time that evening she collapsed into Ed’s arms. Her breasts flattened against his chest and she had trouble catching her breath. Ed’s lips found Merci’s again, forcing her mouth open so he could explore her with his tongue. Merci suddenly realized what her problem was. How on earth had she gotten so drunk? She knew she tended to get horny with a few drinks in her. Guys began to look too good and her judgment faltered. It was time for her to get up and leave—just as soon as she tasted Ed’s tongue one more time. The muscles of his chest were so well defined that Merci just wanted to run her hands over them, exploring the contours of his pecs and the grooves between his abs. Ed was getting hungrier now, his lips more demanding, and his tongue more insistent. His hands began to roam her body, moving down to squeeze her ass, and then up past her waist sliding deliciously near her breasts. A growing bulge in his trousers began to push against her, adding an even greater sense of urgency to the heat roaring between Merci’s own legs.

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Her head felt light. The musky scent of Ed’s cologne added to her sense of intoxication. Her knees threatened to buckle. Ed’s finger gently closed upon the underside of Merci’s right breast. A thrill of excitement shot through her body. Moisture grew with the heat between her legs. Her hand slipped lower as his fingers began to squeeze, molding her soft flesh so that her nipples swelled and her knees trembled. With the tip of her middle finger, Merci traced the outline of Ed’s growing bulge. He was already straight and hard, from his big tight balls all the way up to the swollen head pushing at his belt. Ed broke off their kiss with a grunt. “If I don’t get some air I’m going to take you right here on the bar.” That sounded just about perfect to Merci. The hard wood beneath her back and an equally hard prick between her legs... She ran the tip of her finger up the length of Ed’s shaft again. He closed his eyes and groaned. When he opened them, he had trouble clearing his throat to speak. “I was going to suggest that we finish our drinks, but now I just want to get you any place I can fuck you!” The pain and urgency etched into Ed’s face made Merci smile. She loved the fact that this young, white, football-stud was desperate to get between her soft black thighs. She took the opportunity both to tease him and to remind him who

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was in control. “We have time to finish our drinks,” she assured him. “Then we can see about separating Liv and Brian long enough for the four of us to drive to your place.” She picked up her full glass and took a sip, never letting her eyes drop from Ed’s. His hand trembled as he lifted his own drink. Perfect!

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Chapter Forty Two Chris

The phone rang and Chris scrambled to get it. It took a second or two longer than it should have. He’d been drinking all day and as a result his movements were just a little awkward. He fumbled with the receiver and checked the caller ID. It took him another moment to make sense of what he saw. The caller at the other end was him. Someone was using the cell phone he had lost to call him. Chris took the call. “Hello?” “Hey, Blondie, what’s a big stud like you doing home on Saturday night?” The sound of the soft Latina accent brought a cascade of memories from the night before: spanking a tight red ass over his knee, wrestling with Lourdes on the floor, feeling her incredible mouth swallow him clear to his groin, piling a second pussy on top of hers and fucking them both... “Hi, Lourdes, what are you doing tonight?” “Watching Maria and Roberto do body shots off of each other.” “Roberto?” Chris asked. “Who the hell is he?” “Maria’s boyfriend,” Lourdes explained. “She was cheating on him last

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night.” “But you said she hadn’t-” Lourdes laughed. “We were lying, Blondie. Maria just wanted to try something new and exciting.” She paused a moment before adding. “I’m very drunk and watching them is making me horny.” Chris suppressed the rest of his questions. So Maria had been cheating. What of it? So had he. “Roberto’s licking the salt off her belly,” Lourdes purred. “Are you horny like me?” “Hmmm,” Chris said, picturing the scene in his mind. The man’s tongue was probably just north of Maria’s tattoo. “I’m getting that way,” he admitted. “Good, so why don’t you come over here? I’ll forgive you for leaving without fucking me this morning if you let me suck your cock again tonight.” Chris’ dick immediately began to stiffen at the suggestion. “You do give the best blow job on the planet,” Chris told her. “Good, how soon can you get here so I can do it again?” “I can’t.” Lourdes didn’t protest; she just changed her tactics. “I’ll bet we could have Maria and Roberto if you come over. We could spank them both and make them do tricks. Maria really got off on you, and Roberto, well, he thinks he’s cool, but

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he’s really just a little prick. He’ll do what I tell him to if he thinks it will get him some pussy in the end.” Chris considered Lourdes’ offer. Normally he’d prefer to leave Roberto out of it, but watching Lourdes play dominatrix on the guy would undoubtedly be worth the price of admission. Unfortunately, his hands were tied. He wanted to get back together with Merci and that meant he couldn’t go fooling around tonight. “Sorry, Lourdes, maybe another night. I’m waiting for Merci.” Lourdes’ tone turned sharp. “You’re letting that bitch string you out again?” “Watch your mouth!” Chris snapped. “And yes I’m waiting for her. She called half a dozen times last night while I was eating Maria’s pussy and you were sucking my dick. For some strange reason she’s upset about that. So tonight we’re going to work things out.” “So where is she?” Lourdes’ pouting tone made Chris laugh. This whole situation felt absurd to him. “She’s out bar hopping with her friend who hates me. They’re testing the strength of my commitment.” Lourdes’ voice turned sultry. “I could call her on your cell phone and tell her all about the strength of your commitment.” Fear stopped Chris’ heart dead in his chest, but his voice cracked with ice when he answered her. “Listen to me closely, Lourdes. There’s a really good chance

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that Merci and I will break up on our own tonight. If that happens—fine. I’ll be fucking you seven days a week: in your pussy, in your mouth, in your ass, and any other way I can think of. “If we don’t break up there’s still a really good chance I’ll be fucking you.” He was vastly exaggerating the chances, but Lourdes didn’t need to know that. “Merci will be along for the ride, but you’ve already made it clear that that wouldn’t bother you. But understand this, Lourdes! If you do anything to encourage Merci to break up with me, you will never see, touch, or taste my cock again!” Chris was breathing hard when he finished shouting. So was Lourdes. “Blondie,” she panted. “You get me so hot when you’re angry. I’m touching myself right now. I think I’m going to come. Shout at me!” Chris transformed instantly from fearful and angry to totally turned on. “Next time I see you,” he growled, “I’m going to lay you on my lap, yank down your panties, and grind your pussy against my knee!” “Oh, yes,” Lourdes moaned. “Then I’m going to paddle your tight tan ass with my open-” “Yessss!” Lourdes screamed, clearly no longer able to hear him as she fingered herself into ecstasy. “Yes, Blondie, yes!”

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Chris gripped his hard dick tightly through his pants, wanting desperately to take himself out and jack himself off. But he knew that he should save his cum for Merci. As exciting as Lourdes was, she wasn’t half as beautiful, or sexy, or desirable to him. Chris forced himself to let go of his cock. “Blondie!” Her breath still came in ragged gasps, but she seemed to be past the main rush of her orgasm. “When are you coming over to fuck me proper?” Chris took a very deep breath of his own. “Not tonight, Lourdes.” He hung up the phone, picked up his glass and drained it to the dregs. He wondered how long it would take his erection to fade.

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Chapter Forty Three Liv

Brian steered Liv up against the kitchen counter. His waist pressed up against her as he made certain she could feel his erection. Her blouse was already open with her bra pushed up over her nipples. His lips mashed hard against hers and his tongue thrust deep inside her. Ordinarily this would be fun. Liv liked screwing younger guys. They had a lot of energy and enthusiasm, and their dicks could shoot cum like water out of a squirt gun. But tonight, Liv had other things to do. She hadn’t phoned Ed to get him and a friend to accidentally meet them at the bar so she could get off. This was all about distracting Merci while Liv finished nailing Chris in his figurative coffin. Brian didn’t seem to have gotten that memo. He picked Liv up and set her on the counter. His hands went under her skirt, fumbling for her panties. In the other room, Liv could hear the tell tale sounds that things were really heating up. The grunts and moans were coming more frequently, punctuated by the occasional squeal of excitement. It was just about time for Liv to leave, but first she would have to deal with Brian.

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The man in question had gotten Liv’s panties down around her knees and was now busy trying to get her to spread her thighs. Liv closed her legs decisively. Brian looked surprised. “What’s wrong?” Liv’s panties slipped on down her legs to hang around one foot. “Nothing, handsome, I just have a few errands to run.” “A few-” “Didn’t Ed tell you the plan? You’re supposed to be fucking Merci tonight. That’s why I got her all drunk for you. Coming on to me was supposed to be a way to make her feel more comfortable so she’d relax and spread her legs for you and Ed.” “What?” Liv repositioned her breasts within her bra, then reached down and snagged her panties. Next she hopped off the counter and put her hand on Brian’s crotch. He was good and hard. She’d have to be careful lest he decide to fuck her anyway. “Look, you’re still going to get your rocks off, it’s just, well, Merci’s breaking up with a guy and she really needs a good fucking tonight. I want her to feel two hard cocks thrusting inside her and Ed says you’re the man for the job.” “But what about you?” “Me?” Liv couldn’t help laughing. “You want to fuck me when you could

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have Merci?” “Well, yeah.” “Oooh, you deserve a reward for saying that. I’ll tell you what I’ll do. First, I promise I’ll come back tonight and then you can fuck me to your heart’s content. What I have to do shouldn’t take more than a couple of hours.” “But what-” She stuck her panties in his mouth to silence him. “Second, you can have these. Think of them as my own personal IOU. Starting tomorrow morning, they’re worth one blow job—anytime, anyplace—all you have to do is return them to me, pull out your dick, and I’ll make you rocket like the Fourth of July.” Brian took the panties out of his mouth. It was obvious that he liked the idea, but he wasn’t completely ready to concede defeat. “Why don’t I go with you?” Liv led him to the kitchen door so that they could see Merci and Ed in the living room. Ed’s hard cock was out of his pants and Merci was on her knees bobbing her head up and down on it. Liv rubbed Brian’s dick through his pants again. “Are you really telling me you don’t want a piece of that?” Brian didn’t answer, so Liv pulled down his zipper and extracted his hard dick. “It’s not like you have to choose,” she whispered. “You get to fuck her now and me later.”

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Brian stepped through the doorway and never looked back. Liv watched him kneel down behind Merci and run his hand between her thighs. “One more problem solved,” she whispered. Liv didn’t bother to re-button her blouse as she left to find her car. She’d be changing it anyway, just as soon as she reached Chris’ house.

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Chapter Forty Four Merci

Merci’s head bobbed up and down on Ed’s hard dick as she luxuriated in the feel of his excitement. His hands ran through her hair, encouraging her without forcing her. It was only her second white prick—small in comparison to Chris, but still big enough by any reasonable standard. The thing that always got mentioned about younger men’s cocks was that they could go on and on forever. They came faster—but they stayed hard—and their owners never wanted to stop fucking. Merci had every intention of testing that truism tonight. First she would suck Ed off. Then he would go down on her. And then they could fuck and fuck and fuck until dawn. The hand on her pussy made her jump. Twisting around she found Brian behind her, feeling Merci’s swollen lips through her panties. She was about to ask him what had happened to Liv when she saw the naked erection poking out of his fly. The head of his dick was all shiny with

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excitement. Without a moment’s hesitation, Merci stopped sucking Ed and leapt to engulf Brian. Two white dicks at once—she couldn’t believe her good fortune. Merci ran her tongue over the surface of this new penis. There were subtle differences between the two cocks. Brian’s dick was skinnier and shorter than Ed’s, but the veins along its surface stood out like cords of steel. She wanted to try both in her pussy, but felt no need to rush to that climax. Ed growled in frustration, moving over beside Brian and demanding her attention. Merci switched back to him, sucking his thick prick inside of her and clamping it between her tongue and the roof of her mouth. She had a cock in each hand and tried to pump as well as suck. In addition to the up and down motion, she twisted her grips to add some lateral stimulation. The cocks just kept getting harder as the men kicked their pants off and began to remove their shirts. Merci imagined she was in the locker room after the big game, rewarding the team for their victory, or better yet, paying up after losing a bet. It was all so incredible. Their strong hands stroked her hair as the meat in her fists grew thicker and harder. Merci’s mouth moved back and forth between them, oozing saliva mixed with two men’s pre-cum. She wondered which man would be first to erupt: thick hard Ed or wiry Brian.

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Even as she wondered, Brian’s purple head exploded in her hand. Ivory white semen hosed everything in front of him, spattering Merci’s face, her cleavage, her black dress and long hair. She’d been leaving Ed’s dick to swallow Brian at the moment of the explosion, but now she reversed course just in time for Ed to fire into her open mouth. Her lips snapped closed, but not quite in time. The salty liquid squirted into the roof of her mouth and ricocheted down to her tongue. There seemed to be no end to it as he continued to spurt all over her body. Merci closed her eyes and accepted the spray on her cheeks, breasts and dress, continuing to pump both men’s dicks. She couldn’t remember when she’d had more fun. Sometimes it just felt good to get dirty and act like a slut. She pumped, she laughed and she sucked, completely confident that the best was yet to come.

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Chapter Forty Five Liv

Liv parked on the street in front of Chris’ house before reaching into the back seat for her bag of accessories. She took out the pith helmet and placed it on the seat beside her. Then she pulled out the khaki shirt and stripped out of her still open blouse. The shirt had clearly been bought for Chris in his role as the Great White Hunter, but Liv could make it serve her purpose tonight. She pulled it on and secured just a few buttons. It was way too large and gaped open in a helpful fashion. Chris wouldn’t be able to help but notice her bright red bra. She checked her bag again to make certain the other items were present and then tossed her cell phone in on top. It was time to test Chris’ basic intelligence. Liv was betting he would flunk. Liv got out of the car and put on the helmet. It was a little big for her, but necessary for the role. Then she picked up her bag and closed the door. Chris answered before she had to ring twice. “Oh, no,” he said when he saw her.

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Liv flashed him her sweetest smile. “Merci and I have been watching movies,” she announced. “She’s sent me ahead to prepare the reenactment.” “Reenactment?” Chris asked. He still had not moved out of the doorway to let her enter. “I think she plans to edit the script,” Liv told him. “I’m just supposed to help set the scene and make nice.” She screwed her face into a grimace. “Frankly, I would just as soon you told me to get lost so you and Merci can break up and end this farce.” Chris studied Liv’s face for a moment, then stepped back to let her enter. “Come in, Liv.” She stepped past him into the house, passing close enough to smell the whiskey on him—both in his breath and in his pores. It was just like it had been all those years ago, only this time, Liv wasn’t drunk as well. “So what exactly is it Merci wants us to do?” Chris asked. Liv shrugged. “Make nice and get ready for the Jungle Queen’s arrival.” She saw him eyeing her outfit so she twirled around for his inspection. “You like? She bought the shirt and helmet for you but we didn’t think you’d mind if I borrowed them.” She moved so close that her breasts brushed against him. “So are we going to do this or what?”

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“Do what?” Chris asked. Liv loved the fact that she made him feel uncomfortable. She slid her arms around his waist to exasperate the feeling. “Why each other, of course.” Chris’ hands flexed, like he wasn’t quite certain what he should be doing with them. The expression on his face was very serious and intense. “That’s a bad idea,” he said. “That’s what I told Merci,” Liv said, “but she has this crazy idea that sex will make us all friends again.” She edged closer, pressing her nipples against him and bringing the rest of her body into light contact with his long lean lines. An encouraging bulge protruded from Chris’ pants, pressing back against her abdomen. “She says you still want me,” she said. “I know I still want you.” The bulge thickened against her. Chris’ hands were still opening and closing as if he kept changing his mind back and forth over what to do. Liv moved even closer—nominally to rub her cheek against his chest, but really to press her body more firmly against his hardening cock. “She wants you to take us both,” she whispered. Chris’ arms swooped around Liv, right encircling her back, left grasping her short hair so he could force her head back to open the path to her mouth. His kiss was rough and demanding, just like she remembered it. Liv loved it rough, but what really excited her was the knowledge that she

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Chapter Forty Six Merci

Merci knelt on the floor and pointed her ass into the air. When Brian hesitated, she wiggled it playfully at him. She knew how sexy she looked—bare ass up high, swollen pussy peaking from between her thighs, garters and stockings framing the picture—not to mention bare nipples rubbing on the carpet in front. The little wiggle proved all the encouragement Brian needed. He knelt behind her and shoved his hard thin cock inside her. No foreplay, no ceremony, no preparation, just bam—head to hilt in one excited motion—just the way Merci wanted it. Earlier, Ed had taken her on her back, pushing Merci’s ankles up by her ears and driving into her like a locomotive while Brian played with her nipples. Now while Brian fucked her, Ed seemed content to watch, his spent dick looking shriveled and lonely as it lay in his lap. Fortunately for Ed’s penis, Merci wasn’t through with it yet. What was the point of fucking young studs except to make their woodies come back again and again and again? She waved the ex-linebacker over and his eyes grew bright with excitement when he realized what she wanted.

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Merci’s favorite part of porn was watching a woman get it from both ends. Tonight she was going to find out what it was like. While Brian grasped her hips and thrust into her pussy from behind, Merci slurped Ed’s limp cock into her mouth. She thought she would have to work to make him hard, but a few moments of suction with her tongue swirling around had him thickening right up inside her. He was small in comparison to Chris, but then Chris really was too big for what she wanted tonight. As soon as his erection grew sturdy enough, Ed began to pump. It took half a minute for he and Brian to find a complimentary rhythm, but oh God when they did how wonderful it felt. Two hard cocks thrust inside her, first compressing her body and then stretching her out as her lips tried to hold on to them. Merci’s pussy tightened on Brian’s cock and she twisted her swollen nipple mercilessly between her fingers. Her whole body began to shake with her urgency. She wanted another stud on her clitoris but she had to make do with what she had. She let go of her tit and attacked her clit with her own fingers, instantly bringing herself to orgasm. The pleasure grew too intense as she tried to ride the waves of convulsions. Ed slipped out of her mouth and she collapsed forward with her face on the floor. Brian was not so easily evaded. He had a firm grip on her hips and he wouldn’t let her ass fall. She could feel those corded veins in his penis as he rode

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her g-spot with each successive thrust. Her pussy spasmed tightly around his cock, encouraging him to pump even harder. Ed began working his cock hard in front of her, sliding his fist up and down its rigid flesh encouraging her to take him back in her mouth. She tried but the orgasms continued to rock her body. She arched her back and screamed, thrusting her breasts up at Ed. His mouth latched on to hers, stealing her rasping breath while his tongue fucked her throat. Her fingers found his cock and squeezed it tight as if bracing herself against her continuing climaxes. Brian’s grunting grew harsher. Ed began to thrust himself in her hand. His lips left her mouth to find her breast, slurping hard on its surface. Merci screamed again in the pain and pleasure of a new orgasm. Brian gave a shout and joined her, pumping a new load of jism up between her legs. Ed bit harder, then came again himself, oozing cum up onto her pumping hand before it spilled down on to both their stomachs. Brian’s weight collapsed on Merci’s shoulders, driving her forward on to Ed, who fell back onto his back. They lay panting like that, Merci sandwiched between the two of them.

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Chapter Forty Seven Chris

Chris sat on the foot of his bed with Liv straddling his knee. There was a wet spot growing on his trousers where she ground herself against him—probable cause to suspect she wasn’t wearing any panties. Chris hadn’t had time to explore that hypothesis yet. He was too busy exploring Liv’s other treasures. Her khaki shirt was open and his mouth was busy trying to make a hicky on the top of her small pert breast. Liv threw back her head and moaned in appreciation of his efforts. That moaning really got to Chris and he reached down to open his pants and release his stiffening cock. Liv opened her eyes to see his growing erection, then met his gaze and grinned. “Not quite yet.” She shoved hard against Chris’ shoulders, knocking him backward onto the bed. She leaned forward, past his erection and began to wrench his shirt off. When she got it up and over Chris’ face—effectively blindfolding him—Liv stopped pushing at it and turned her attention to other things.

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She straddled his groin so that her wet pussy lips rested on Chris’ balls and leaned over to begin to lick his chest. Chris pulled the shirt off and tossed it to the side, then grabbed Liv under the arms so he could haul her higher up and set her down hard on the end of his cock. He wasn’t thinking about Merci now—just his long standing desire to learn if this pussy was worth all the trouble it had caused him. Liv resisted Chris’ efforts, sinking her teeth into his flesh and biting hard. “What? Damn!” Chris wrenched at her head but Liv just bit harder. He pictured her teeth drawing blood and ripping loose a huge chunk of his flesh, but just when he was preparing to knock her away, Liv opened her mouth and smiled wickedly at him. “What the-” Liv began to slide her wet lips up and down the length of Chris’ shaft. She wasn’t fucking him, just rubbing her pussy along the outside of his cock. “Merci isn’t quite ready for you to fuck me yet,” she told him. “There’s something we have to do first.” She checked her watch. “We’d better hurry. We’re running out of time.” Chris perked up, forgetting about the teeth marks on his chest. “Merci’s coming soon?” “If we finish getting ready for her.”

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Liv slid off of Chris’ body and left the bedroom. She reappeared a few moments later carrying her shopping bag. She set it down and removed a length of nylon rope. “No!” Chris was completely firm. He was not letting anyone tie him up— especially not Liv. “No?” Liv’s innocent expression turned suddenly wicked. “Good! I knew you wouldn’t do it! Now I can tell Merci you don’t want her back enough.” She dropped the rope back into the bag making absolutely no effort to convince Chris to let her bind him. “Kiss those big beautiful breasts good bye. I guess I win.” She picked up the bag and walked triumphantly out the door. “Wait!” Chris hated himself for calling out, but he really could see Liv convincing Merci to make this the condition for taking her back. They’d obviously watched the movie, and Merci had long been taken with the idea of tying him to the bed. Liv’s broad grin seemed half triumphant and half mocking. “You are such a wimp,” she told him as she returned to the bedroom. “I love Merci,” Chris answered. “Well now you have a chance to prove it.” Liv took the nylon cord out from the bag and tied one end to Chris’ right

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wrist and the other to the corner of the bed. Then she secured his left in the same fashion. Moving to the foot of the bed, she pulled Chris’ pants the rest of the way off and secured each ankle, leaving him spread eagle. “Good,” she said, “now let’s test them.” Chris pulled tentatively at each rope. The nylon stretched and dug into his flesh, but no limbs slipped free. Liv laughed at his timid efforts. “Not like that.” Her fingers scratched lightly up his sensitive inner thigh. “What if I told you that Merci didn’t believe me when I told her you’d fuck anything with a pussy? What if I told you she gave me a thirty minute lead to let me see if I could get you to start without her?” Chris froze, realizing belatedly that that was all too plausible a story. Then he wrenched hard at his bindings. The ropes cut hard into his flesh but he could not pull free. Liv laughed harder. “That would have been a good one, wouldn’t it? But don’t worry. I’ve got something much better than that in store for you.” She slipped out of her skirt giving Chris a perfect look at her curly red bush. Then she climbed on the bed between Chris’ legs and began licking his testicles. Chris’ already hard cock turned to granite, the veins standing out prominently along its length. Liv abandoned Chris’ balls to explore those veins, delicately

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tracing them with the tip of her tongue. “Would you like to hear the real plan?” Liv asked. Chris grunted. Liv’s tongue flicking out to lick the rim of his dick felt incredible. At that moment, all that he really cared about was the feel of her tongue on his cock. “I’ll take that as a yes,” Liv told him. It was very clear that she was enjoying herself. She resumed licking her way up his body, tickling his abs, tasting his pecs, chewing on his nipples and sucking on his throat just below the chin. She reared up over him, sitting on his upper chest, knees to either side of his face. “I’ll tell you what. You make me come and I’ll tell you everything I have planned for tonight.” She didn’t wait for an answer, but lifted her pussy up on to Chris’ mouth. Chris was ready for her, nipping lightly at Liv’s labia as she settled into place. Liv arched her back in pleasure and pulled at her nipples through her bra. Chris wanted to grab his cock and pump it, but his damned hands were tied to the bed. He lifted his head to gain better access to Liv’s clit. She was so excited that her juices bathed his face. He got his lips on the little knob of flesh and made her gasp. Liv fell forward at the shock arching up from her twat, but caught herself on the headboard of the bed. Her body shuddered hard and her free hand fumbled with her bra. Her

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thighs kept clenching against Chris’ face as he buried his nose and tongue in her flesh. Liv arched her back and screamed in triumph. The bra flew across the room. Her hands grabbed both nipples and twisted. Chris bit her, thinking to pay her back for her abuse, but the pain just triggered a full-fledged orgasm. Liv collapsed completely, quivering hard, bringing all of her weight down on Chris’ face. He didn’t care. There was something intensely exciting about licking a woman’s pussy when he was tied up this way. He kept wiggling, sucking and drinking down Liv’s juices, trying to make her come again. Liv wriggled too—suffocating Chris with her pussy—but he kept on attacking her labia and her clit. She was screaming with the pleasure he was causing and he wanted to drive her even further over the edge. If only his hands and legs were free so he could role her over and fuck her properly. Liv slid off Chris’ face and onto his arm. He tried to follow her, but there was only so far his head and neck could stretch. She lay panting heavily beside him for half a minute, then grabbed his head and pushed her pussy back against it so he could make her come again. The new orgasm was much less forceful, but Liv seemed happy with it nonethe-less. Weaving almost drunkenly with the after effects of her pleasure, Liv re-

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straddled Chris’ chest and backed down his body to his long hard dick. She lifted herself up so she could grab Chris’ cock between her legs and hold it against her lips while she sat back on it. “I never thought I’d do this again,” Liv admitted, “but all things considered, I’m enjoying myself.” She eased herself back, groaning loudly as Chris entered her. Her voice rose half an octave in pitch. “Oh, yes, this is what I want!” She began to rock her body slowly back and forth, easing Chris’ length deeper and deeper inside of her. Liv’s pussy felt wonderful on Chris’ cock—so wet, so hot, so tight. He began to thrust his hips in rhythm to her movements, fully enjoying the pleasures of Liv’s pussy at last. “Careful now,” she said. “It’s not quite time...for you to...come yet. We... wouldn’t want you...firing off...too soon.” Chris opened his eyes. Liv’s were closed, a peaceful, happy expression on her face as she rocked Chris deeper and deeper inside her body. “You want me to wait for Merci?” he asked. Liv reached down between her legs and began to finger her clit. Almost immediately the shuddering recommenced. Her pussy vibrated around Chris’ shaft and he continued to pump up into her, trying to increase the strength of each thrust.

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Liv collapsed forward, her breasts pressing down upon Chris’ chest, her mouth working against his flesh. Chris began to pump faster, pushing her harder into climax as he sought his own release. Liv bit him again, obviously intensifying the force of her own orgasm. The pain helped Chris as well. He thrust wildly up inside her, feeling the cum stirring in his balls. Liv rolled off Chris’ body and sat down on the floor next to the bed. Chris bucked and thrashed, trying to move after her, but his arms and legs were bound and there was nothing he could even grind his throbbing dick against. Frustrated beyond belief, he sank back miserably on to the bed. His still-raging hard on glistened with Liv’s juices, purple with excitement and frustration. Liv slowly got to her feet and rummaged through her bag. She was breathing very hard and didn’t seem to trust her voice. She recovered her cell phone and pointed the camera lens at Chris’ bound and naked body. “This one...is for my...scrapbook,” she panted. She came closer, evidently zooming in on Chris’ still prominent erection. “And this one,” she added. She returned the phone to her bag and picked up her skirt. “What’s going on?” Chris asked, suspecting that things were not truly right again.

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“I’m going back to Merci and the boys,” Liv told him. “She doesn’t know I came here tonight. She’s too busy getting fucked by two football jocks to care. It was very hot when I left, I assure you. Merci’s not thinking of you at all right now.” Chris began to strain against his bonds again—really struggling this time. The ropes cut into his wrists but he couldn’t get his hand to slip out of them. “Don’t worry,” Liv told him. “I didn’t forget about you. I have a friend who should be here in half an hour or so. She’s a retired call girl—very high priced when she was active.” Liv took a pile of hundred dollar bills out of her bag and placed them between Chris’ legs, just below his balls. “She’s agreed to do me a favor—come out of retirement, so to speak. She’s bringing a friend to take pictures. Merci will love seeing how you spend your nights without her.” “Liv!” Chris’ anger was completely unfeigned and just barely in control. “Let me go right now!” Either Liv didn’t hear the menace in Chris’ voice, or simply didn’t care. She puckered her lips at him, and then said. “Enjoy your evening, big boy. If you’re really nice to Colleen, she might let you come in the end—but I wouldn’t count on it.” She was laughing as she finished pulling on her shirt, picked up her bag and left the room.

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Chris howled with rage, willing to rip his hands off if that was what it took to get free. The ropes dug even deeper into his flesh, but he just couldn’t slip them over the heels of his hands.

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Chapter Forty Eight Merci

Ed sucked at Merci’s cum-stained pussy, while Brian straddled her, fucking her tits. His thin dick kept popping out from between them to hit her on the chin. Merci tried to catch it with her mouth, but he was usually back inside her breasts before she could lick him. She had lost track of how many times she had come now, but between the orgasms and the alcohol, her coordination had really begun to suffer. Brian and Ed didn’t seem to have that problem—they just wanted to keep fucking. Merci caught Brian’s dick this time, clamping her lips over it as the head stabbed near her mouth. He was salty and still mostly hard. Ed’s fingers pressed inside her vagina as he licked her clit up and down. It didn’t take much anymore to start another wave of shudders. Merci groaned with pleasure as her pussy, with a mind of its own, clamped down hard on Ed’s hand. The two men felt so good, but they were no longer really enough. “Just fuck me!” she screamed. “I want us all to come!” Ed scrambled to comply, lifting Merci’s legs and shoving his dick inside. He

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wasn’t as hard this time, but he was still pumping heroically. Brian squeezed her breasts even harder, but his dick had popped out from between them. A second set of lips joined Merci in kissing his shaft as Liv reached down Merci’s stomach to stroke her clit above Ed’s pumping cock. It was too much for Brian. With two mouths demanding his dick’s attention, he reared up and came at both of them. Somehow the semen still shot an inch or two ahead of him, splattering Liv’s nose before dropping back to Merci’s body. Liv greedily swallowed the oozing prick, but then pulled back to share. Merci had just gotten Brian’s dick back in her mouth when Ed abandoned her pussy to finish jacking off on Merci and Liv’s faces. As the semen dripped out of his cock, Merci wrestled with Liv to see who would own it. Laughing from pure joy, Merci pulled all three faces down to her breasts and eventually fell asleep with all three lovers still wrapped in her arms.

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Chapter Forty Nine Chris

The moment Chris heard his front door open he began to grow hard. His wrists and ankles were raw from struggling against his ropes. His anger at Liv’s trick boiled hot. His humiliation at being caught like this—spread eagle and naked on his bed—was intense. Yet the knowledge that a woman had just entered his apartment to have her way with him had his heart thumping with excitement and his cock leaping to attention. “Chris?” a woman’s voice called out. The unknown voice made Chris’ cock grow even harder. “Chris? Oh, here you are.” An attractive white woman peaked into the bedroom. She had long black hair with a sexy streak of gray in it that was so perfect it might not have been natural. She was probably in her mid-forties. She wore tight jeans, boots and a white t-shirt without a bra. Her breasts were large and full—the nipples and wide aureoles showing plainly through the thin fabric of her shirt. “Hope you don’t mind that I didn’t dress up, but I’m retired now, and all of

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that leather? Well, maybe if you were an old customer,” she smiled mischievously, “or a new boyfriend.” Chris’ mouth was dry as he looked at her. His oft-frustrated cock was more than fully engorged. He wanted desperately to fuck this woman, but he needed even more to get loose and go find Merci. “Please untie me,” Chris said. “Liv didn’t tell me what was happening when she set this up. I would like to call this off.” “Oh, I can see that,” the woman said with mock seriousness. She crawled on to the bed between Chris’ legs, bringing her large breasts close enough that he could discern something of the color beneath the thin white cotton of her shirt. The nipples were brownish-red and the flesh around them was white and pale. The woman wasn’t finished talking. “That’s why your friend here is so unhappy to see me.” She ran a finger lightly over Chris’ erection, making Chris close his eyes to contain his pleasure. “It’s so big,” she continued. “You don’t see one like this very often.” She bent down and chastely kissed the swollen head. “Don’t worry, big guy,” she whispered. It was as if she was talking directly to the penis. “You’ll get to come very soon now.” “Untie me!” Chris said again, letting his voice grow more forceful, showing some of his anger.

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The woman picked the money up off the mattress and quickly counted it. Then she slipped off the bed and put it in her back pocket. “You don’t mind that I invited a friend? Liv wants pictures, and well, Natalie has always wanted to have a little adventure.” A second woman moved timidly into the room. She had mousey brown hair and was dressed identically to the first woman—boots, tight jeans, and equally tight t-shirt over somewhat smaller breasts. “Where do you want me to set up, Colleen?” Chris seized on the name. “Colleen, untie me!” A stern, unhappy expression descended over Colleen’s face. “Now I will not be spoken to that way. Don’t think that I can’t discipline you.” A foil condom package appeared in her hand. “Have you ever been forced to suck on a condom lubricated with spermicide? Well, I have, and trust me you don’t want to get me mad!” Chris restrained himself from replying. The thought of Colleen ripping that package open and forcing that condom into his mouth was utterly repulsive. “That’s better,” Colleen said. “Now where were we? Oh, yes, the camera. Natalie, honey, you can take pictures from any angle you want just so long as they show us both having fun. I just have one question. Do you want to fuck or suck him first before I have a go at him?”

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Natalie looked shyly at Chris’ naked body. “Could I?” “Of course, honey, you can do anything you want. He’s all tied down for you.” Chris could see Natalie trembling with excitement. He was pretty damned excited himself. Natalie took a step toward Chris. “Slow down there,” Colleen said. “You can see his wares, aren’t you going to show him yours?” Natalie stopped and fumbled with her shirt. Colleen stepped behind her and helped pull it off. Chris had to bite his lip to keep himself from groaning when Natalie’s naked breasts popped free. The spot on his stomach where his erection ended was suddenly sticky with pre-cum. Natalie unbuttoned her jeans and wiggled them down past her hips. Her bush was an exciting tangle of equally mousey hair. The jeans got tangled around Natalie’s boots and Colleen had to help her again, giving Chris a glimpse of Natalie’s swollen lips. When Natalie was completely naked, she stood shyly at the foot of the bed, half covering herself. Colleen moved to the head of the bed and laid down across it, curled up around Chris’ head. She scratched his cheek with the condom wrapper. “I think,”

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she whispered, “that Natalie needs a little encouragement.” She touched the still-sealed condom package to Chris’ lips. “Get up here and suck my cock!” Chris demanded. Natalie climbed awkwardly on to the bed, still trying to keep herself covered. Colleen scraped the package against Chris’ teeth. “Put your hands on my thighs, not your tits!” Chris commanded. “Rear up a little there and let me see you!” Natalie hesitated, still looking embarrassed. Colleen got back off the bed and came to her assistance, gently prying Natalie’s right hand away from her breast and putting it firmly on Chris’ thigh. “Let him see you, honey. You know he wants to.” Natalie lowered her other hand on her own, showing Chris two pendulous breasts just begging to be squeezed and fondled. “Damn, Natalie,” Chris said. “You are truly beautiful. Why don’t you untie me so I can show your sexy body the attention it deserves?” “None of that,” Colleen said, but the threat had left her expression and she was smiling. Natalie began to lick Chris’ balls, causing his already over-excited body to shake. Colleen produced a thin digital camera and began taking pictures. She

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zoomed in for close ups as Natalie sucked each of Chris’ balls into her mouth and teased them with her tongue. For the moment, at least, Chris didn’t care about the pictures. He really liked what Natalie was doing to his testicles. “Damn, that feels good,” he told her. “Colleen, why don’t you help her out? I’d love to have you suck my dick while she licks my balls.” “Not quite yet,” Colleen smiled, snapping a picture of Chris’ face. “Then how about you get me another drink,” Chris suggested. “The bottle is on the dining room table.” Apparently Colleen could see no harm in that request for she left the room to fetch the Jack Daniels. As soon as she stepped out the door, Chris spoke to Natalie. “Why don’t you crawl up here and let me taste you. I’d love to suck your tits and lick your pussy.” Natalie flashed him that shy smile and began to crawl up his body. He groaned when her breasts brushed his dick and absolutely loved it when she ground her wet pussy against him. But he couldn’t let himself be distracted. He had to find a way to get Natalie to help him escape from here. “Kiss me,” he suggested. Natalie’s mouth pressed against Chris, her nipples grazing against his naked chest, her tongue darting forward to dance with his.

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“What have we here?” Colleen asked. Natalie pulled back as if caught helping Chris escape. “It’s called kissing,” Chris explained. “It’s a thing people do to each other with their lips when they’re having sex.” “Keep it up and you won’t get this drink,” Colleen warned him, holding up a very full glass of whiskey. Her apparently warm smile considerably weakened the threat. Chris began to suspect that Colleen really didn’t know how Liv had tricked him, or what she was planning to do with those photographs. “You’ll give it to me,” Chris assured her. “What makes you so sure?” “Because you’re going to pour some of it into me off Natalie’s nipples, and pour the rest into my mouth through her pussy.” Colleen burst out laughing. “Damn!” she managed to gasp. “You really are going to be fun! What makes Liv hate you so much? Did you know when she first approached me she wanted me to keep you rock hard but never let you come?” So much for Chris’ theory that Colleen had been tricked into helping Liv... “That’s Liv for you,” he said, “Ms. Warmth and Generosity. Although to be fair, I have to admit that I really was an ass.” Colleen sat on the bed beside Chris with Natalie sprawled on her side half on top of him. Her shy little fingers began to boldly play with his rigid cock.

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“It sounds like a good story,” Colleen said. “You want to tell it?” “Not really,” Chris said. “It’s been three years since it happened and Liv is still mad. Imagine how bad things would get if I feed fuel to the fire.” “It sounds like she needs a good spanking,” Natalie suggested. She’d been so quiet, that despite the tips of her fingers pleasantly caressing Chris’ shaft, he had almost forgotten she was listening. “I like that idea,” he said. “Come to think of it, I have never met a woman more in need of being paddled.” Colleen rubbed the cold glass of whiskey up the length of Chris’ erection. The splash of cold made his whole body shake. The ropes held him flat. “If you do end up spanking her, you better end up fucking her with this. Liv thinks she wants control but what she really wants is a man who can make her beg.” An image of Liv begging to suck Chris’ raging cock filled his mind. “I think I need that drink now.” Colleen gestured to Natalie. “Come put your tit in his mouth. Then I’ll pour the drink down it like this.” Natalie jumped back, making the whiskey splash on Chris’ chin and neck. “That’s cold!” Colleen laughed again. “Of course it’s cold, silly. There’s ice in it.” She handed Natalie the glass. “Now you do it while I take pictures.”

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Chris raised an eyebrow. “Well I’m still working for Liv, aren’t I?”

Natalie mounted Chris, squeezing his condom-sheathed cock between her sweet, tight lips. She was so wet her juices rolled down Chris’ shaft ahead of her, but she had difficulty fitting his girth inside her. They both groaned with pleasure as she began to work herself more firmly onto him. Chris was totally drunk again after the whiskey and wanted only to see how far he could get with these women. He wasn’t happy he had lost Merci. Tomorrow he would probably put his head through the wall out of anger and frustration. But right now all he wanted was to come in both these women—spill his seed deep in their pussies and then pull out to spurt it on their faces and tits. The damn condom made that difficult, but maybe, if they’d just untie him, they would let him yank it off as he started to come. Natalie threw her head back and moaned. Her back arched and she cupped her breasts, bouncing up and down, taking about half his length. She truly was beautiful. Not Merci beautiful, but any man would be glad to have her. When Chris closed his eyes, it was Merci’s sleek dark body he saw riding on top of him. Her back was arched like Natalie’s, as she cupped her rich mahogany breasts in those beautiful hands. Her thick ebony nipples would point at the ceiling and her

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moans of mounting pleasure would further stimulate him. Chris began to grow angry that it was Natalie and not Merci on top of him. He thrust hard up into her body, surprising the shy woman, and probably causing a little bit of pain. Her eyes snapped open and she looked down at him in surprise. He kept pumping, thrusting, making her ride him like a cowgirl at the rodeo. “Easy there, Chris,” Colleen cautioned. “Come!” Chris grunted. “Come!” He wasn’t certain if he was calling on Natalie to climax or wishing one for himself. He strained at his bonds again, thrusting harder and higher. The cord must have stretched since Liv first secured it for suddenly Chris’ sweaty left hand popped free and he grabbed hold of Natalie’s arm so he could thrust harder within her. Natalie’s flash of fear made Chris feel even more powerful. He pulled hard on the rope securing his right wrist. Perhaps the slightly different angle helped, but suddenly that hand was also free and Chris could grasp Natalie by her hips and strive to thrust his whole length inside her. Natalie came with a combination of joy, fear, and passion on her face. Her whole body trembled and shook and she collapsed forward, her luscious breasts squashing against Chris’ chest. Chris’ dick popped free and despite his best efforts to drive it back inside

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her, he failed to do more than thrust it up against Natalie’s ass. If Chris’ feet were free he’d have rolled her over, thrown back her legs and gotten some serious satisfaction. But as it was, there was nothing he could do but wrap his arms tight around her and rub the woman to a string of additional orgasms. Colleen took pictures of everything. Hell, maybe she was really taking movies. The cameras were so small these days. Chris no longer cared. He sat up and struggled with the knot securing his ankle. His dick was a painfully hard distraction, but he got the foot loose in less than a minute. He freed the second ankle even faster. Colleen was still filming as he awkwardly stood up and stumbled toward her. He grabbed the camera out of her hand and tossed it to Natalie. “Here, film this, and make sure I get a copy.” He pulled Colleen into his arms and crushed her mouth with his. His hands were quickly under her shirt, feeling her breasts. Her nipples were swollen and exciting, begging to be played with, but Chris just couldn’t wait any longer. He broke the kiss as he yanked the t-shirt up and over Colleen’s head. Her tits were even better than he had imagined—the white version of Merci’s. The large aureole were burgundy in color and very swollen, the pale white flesh beneath was incredibly soft.

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He dropped to his knees and ripped open her jeans. Like Natalie, Colleen was bare underneath. He had the denim half way down her thighs, his mouth already attacking her pussy, when he remembered the damn boots. His erection was just too hard and urgent. Chris shoved Colleen back onto the bed and wrenched the boots clear of her feet. Her jeans came a moment later. A small part of him wanted to slow down and make her come, but he’d been so hard and so frustrated all evening that he simply couldn’t wait any longer. Chris crawled up between Colleen’s legs. “I really need to come,” he told her. “It’s okay,” she assured him, encouraging him with that super sexy smile. “Give it to me, honey. Let me feel your cock!” Chris placed his latex-sheathed head against Colleen’s lips. It was still wet with Natalie’s juices. Part of him knew he should change it for a fresh one, but he also knew in his current drunken state that if he took the condom off a new one wasn’t going back on. Chris thrust his prick inside Colleen, dirty condom and all. She groaned excitingly, and spread her thighs wider to accommodate him. Chris began to pump in and out, taking Colleen in long, rapid thrusts. His hands squeezed her breasts, and when he closed his eyes he could see Merci beneath him.

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He continued pumping, thrusting hard into her velvet warmth. Colleen groaned and shifted her weight, making it easier for Chris to penetrate deep within her. She began to breathe harder, touching herself, using Chris’ cock to bring herself toward climax. Chris wanted to join in, but despite a night of intense frustration, he wasn’t able to push himself over the edge. He squeezed harder on Colleen’s breasts and opened his eyes to look down at her. Her own lids were closed, her breathing rapid as her fingers worked furiously on her clit. The pulse pounded in Chris’ ears, but he knew his dick wasn’t going to explode for him. Colleen’s whole body began to shake, vibrating deliciously on his cock through the condom. Her pussy squeezed tight, milking him through the strength of her orgasm, but Chris simply couldn’t ejaculate. The condom dulled his senses and the whiskey didn’t help either. Sweat dripped off his nose as he continued pumping. Colleen opened her eyes. She was still touching herself, maintaining a string of minor tremors radiating out through her body. “You have a nice dick,” she told him. “I can’t come!” Chris complained. “I’m too drunk and with this damn

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condom...” Colleen reached to the night table and snagged Chris’ half-full glass of Jack Daniels. She filled her mouth, grimacing from the taste. “Take off the condom and come fuck my tits,” she told Chris. She didn’t have to make the offer twice. Chris pulled out of Colleen’s pussy and yanked the condom off his cock. Released from the latex tourniquet, new blood rushed forward, further engorging his already full erection. He crawled up Colleen’s body and positioned himself between her breasts. She poured Jack Daniels over him and took a second mouthful for herself. “Fuck me,” she said, returning the mostly empty glass to the nightstand and then squeezing her breasts against his shaft. Chris thrust forward. Colleen skillfully caught the head of his dick in her mouth as he emerged from the soft flesh of her breasts. Her lips sucked him in and her tongue swirled around him. Chris shuddered as he pulled back. Colleen licked her lips and he thrust forward again. This time she used her teeth and a grunt escaped him. He thrust forward a third time and the tip of Colleen’s tongue seemed to split his eye in two. His whole body shuddered and his dick began to spew at last.

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Part VI: Seeking Merci Chapter Fifty Chris

Chris was waiting in his car two doors down from Merci’s house when the beautiful black woman and Liv returned home from their night of utter abandon. It was an hour after dawn and both women looked worse for the wear. Chris eased his Mustang forward, parking in the street in front of the house. The sight of Merci’s cum-stained clothing caused Chris’ anger to flair. She really had been out cheating on him! At least Liv had had to tie him down! What had she done to get Merci to step out—offer her a glass of wine? Chris started to open the car door when his eyes landed on the new bottle of Jack Daniels peaking out of the bag on the seat beside him. He was right to be angry—but Merci wasn’t the problem. Or more correctly phrased, she wasn’t the only one with a problem. He needed to decide which he wanted more—to scream at Merci for cheating on him or to have a chance to love her again. Did he want to argue or to hold her in his arms? Did he want to fight or to slide his big cock deep between her thighs?

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It wasn’t about sex anymore—Lourdes and Maria were waiting on the side. No, Merci was what was truly important. At most he would have one more shot to make things right. He couldn’t afford to fight… He took a deep breath, got out of the car, and caught up with the women as Merci struggled to fit her key into the lock. Liv saw him coming first and frowned. “What are you doing here?” The lock finally turned and the door swung open. Merci turned to look at Chris, a complex series of emotions flittering across her face: surprise, anger, embarrassment... Chris stepped past Liv and took Merci into his arms. He was mildly repulsed by the dried cum in her hair, and yet, simultaneously strangely excited by it. He kissed her very tenderly. “I’m sorry about this weekend. We have a lot to talk about.” Liv pressed past him. “Nobody wants you here! Why don’t you go home?” Chris let go of Merci. “Actually I’m here to see you, Liv.” She swallowed hard—her only sign of discomfort. “Well I don’t want to see you.” Chris closed the door behind the three of them. “That’s strange,” he said to Merci. “I got the impression she wanted to see quite a lot of me when she ordered the film.”

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“Film?” Merci asked. “What are you talking about?” “Yes, Chris, what are you talking about?” Liv asked. “Oh nothing much,” Chris said, “just the two hookers you sent over to play games with me after I let you tie me up in preparation for Merci’s arrival.” “In preparation?” Liv sputtered, doing a very credible job of appearing both outraged and confused. Merci also looked angry. “Hookers?” “Liv came over saying you wanted to play Great White Hunter and the Jungle Queen. I even let her tie me up.” “You’ll have to do better than that,” Liv said. “I was with Merci all night. We were getting laid by two young studs, remember Merci?” Merci seemed confused. “Oh Liv, you really aren’t as smart as you think you are. You took a picture, remember. It’s probably still on your phone.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a red undergarment. “You also left your bra.” Liv’s eyes widened and she self consciously touched her breasts. Merci’s confusion turned to suspicion. “What’s going on?” Chris tried to embrace her again, but she held him off. “She wants to break us up,” he told her. “Let’s leave it at that. Would you like to help pay her back?” He leaned close to her and whispered in her ear. “If my

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plan works, you may still get to keep us both. If it doesn’t, you should still have a lot of fun.” Merci didn’t take the bait. “What makes you think I still want to keep you?” “Yeah!” Liv agreed. Chris shrugged. “Wishful thinking, I guess, but before you kick me out, wouldn’t you like to learn what really happened tonight?” “She knows what happened,” Liv interrupted. “She got fucked by two studs while you played games with a couple of hookers!” Liv’s interruption seemed to help Merci make a decision. “What do you have in mind?” she asked Chris. “Did you and Liv watch the whole Jungle Queen video?” Merci shook her head. “We started with the scene where the hunter is tied spread eagle.” “So she hasn’t seen the first scene?” Merci shook her head and then smiled. “Oh, I see.” She looked at Liv. “You’ll probably enjoy this—in the end.” Liv kept her bluster. “What are you talking about?” Merci turned back to Chris. “You’ll have to play the tribal chieftain. Keep her here and get naked while I change and get your prop.” “What are you talking about?” Liv demanded.

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Chapter Fifty One Merci

Merci’s emotions were boiling as she slipped out of her dress and stood naked before her closet: anger, betrayal, love and desire. She felt totally mixed up, and despite already enjoying a night of complete abandon—completely turned on. It was pretty obvious that Chris had cheated on her tonight, but thanks to Liv’s two friends, Merci was guilty of that as well. Was it such a stretch to imagine that Liv had set up both of them? If Chris was still willing to kiss her when she was stained with other men’s cum, didn’t that prove he was sorry and really in love? She couldn’t sort it all out. She needed to know what Liv had really done, but her friend would never tell her under ordinary circumstances… Merci searched through her closet and took out a brown jungle-style softleather halter and loincloth. When she had bought this outfit, she had been thinking only of Chris, but it would be quite appropriate for bringing some resolution to Liv’s manipulations as well. She fingered the soft fabric, remembering what it felt like when it grazed

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against her clit and nipples. She badly needed a shower, but wasn’t certain that Liv would be that patient. She stepped into the loincloth. It was held onto her hips with an unauthentic elastic string and hung loosely in front of her mons and over the crack of her ass. The halter was completely useless as a source of support. In fact, it served primarily to draw attention to her breasts while still purporting to cover them. Appropriately garbed for the coming ceremony, Merci pulled the long leather strap off her hanger and rolled it up for Chris. Then she walked into the living room. Liv sat on the couch sulking. How much had she really had to do with creating this mess? How had Chris ended up with Liv’s bra? Chris stood naked and flaccid, blocking the easiest path between Liv and the front door. It did not look as though Liv had been trying to leave, but was waiting instead to see what Merci had planned. Merci crossed the room to Chris. She took his hands in hers and passed him the leather strap. Then she kissed him deeply on the mouth. By the time she finished, his limp dick had begun to show signs of life again. “Are you ready, my Chieftain?” she asked him. “Ready, my Queen.”

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“Where is the accused?” Chris indicated Liv on the couch. “She sits there, mighty Queen.” Liv rolled her eyes in disgust. Merci placed a wooden chair at one end of the room and sat on it like a throne. “Woman, you are accused of interfering in the love life of your queen. How do you plead?” “Merci, keep your fantasies to yourself,” Liv told her. “You have two choices,” Merci informed her, exhilarating in the power this game made her feel. “First, you can walk the path back to my heart. Come kneel before me, put your hands in mine and explain all of your deeds. You will find justice and compassion in my rulings.” Liv’s lip turned up in a sneer. “You can’t be serious.” “Or you can stand up and leave knowing that when the door closes behind you that will also be the end of our friendship. There will be no more calls, no more meetings and no more words between us.” Liv stood up. “Nice try, Merci, but I know you better.” She started across the room toward the front of the house. Merci watched her in silence. At the front door, Liv hesitated. “You’re going to choose him over me?” Merci was unmoved. In her heart of hearts she felt firm and right in her

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purpose. “The choice is yours—not his and not mine.” Liv started to turn back to the door, but changed her mind and faced Merci again. “You don’t believe him! He’s lying to you.” “Then explain it to me. If your words convince me then it is he who will kneel for my judgment.” Liv took a moment considering that. Her mouth curled into a smile. Merci knew Liv had always been good with words and was certain Liv believed she could talk her way out of anything. She watched Liv saunter back into the room. “Just kneel here?” Liv asked. “None may come clothed before the queen.” Liv favored Chris with her disgusted glance and began to remove her shirt. “Enjoy the sight while you can,” she told Chris, “because after Merci hears what I have to say it’s the last time you’ll see either of our bodies ever again.” She slipped the khaki skirt to the floor and kicked it to the side, standing completely naked before Merci. She was much less the worse for wear than Merci was after their evening. In fact, Merci couldn’t see a single cum-stain on Liv’s body or in her hair. What had she been doing while Merci fucked both guys? She extended her hands to Liv. “Kneel and lay your hands in mine.” Liv got down on her knees between Merci’s legs and extended her hands in turn.

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Merci reached forward and grabbed Liv’s wrists so she could keep a firmer grip on the woman. Smart as Liv was, she didn’t seem to have figured out what was about to happen. “Explain yourself!” Merci commanded. “And let no falsehood pass your lips!” It was absolutely amazing what a loincloth would do for a woman’s poise and self-confidence. “Explain what?” Liv asked. “Chris is making everything up!” Crack! The strip of leather descended so quickly that Merci almost didn’t see it swipe through the air to strike Liv’s tiny white ass. “Jesus Christ!” Liv swore. She twisted hard in Merci’s grip to get a better look at Chris and the long strip of leather, but Merci was ready for her and did not let Liv slip out of her grasp. “What the hell are you doing?” Liv shouted. “No one is permitted to speak falsehood while in the hands of the queen,” Chris stated. “Falsehood? I’ll give you-” “Speak to me!” Merci commanded. Liv grudgingly turned back to face Merci. The movement repositioned her ass in front of Chris leaving her fully exposed to additional blows. She attempted

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to scoot her knees forward so she could sit back on her heels and cover her bottom, but Merci prevented this maneuver by placing her bare feet on Liv’s knees and pulling her forward through her grip on Liv’s wrists. The redhead’s ass remained high in the air, waiting for Chris’ next act of discipline. “Merci.” “Explain yourself!” Merci ordered her old friend. “This isn’t very funny!” Liv retorted. Crack! The leather strap tanned Liv’s bare ass cheeks again. “Stop it!” she screeched. “Explain yourself!” Merci repeated. “If you can prove the truth of your statements then my chieftain will take your place and you will wield the instrument of his correction.” Liv thought about that for a moment, and then visibly forced herself to relax. “Okay, I can do that,” she said. Liv twisted suddenly to look over her shoulder at Chris. He stood ready, penis visibly swelling in front of him. Evidently, he liked whipping Liv. Liv turned back and stared Merci right in the eye. “My Queen,” she said. “I have been maligned.” She winced in anticipation, but the strap did not descend upon her. “Continue,” Merci said.

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“I have been a good friend to you,” Liv continued. Again she paused and seemed to draw confidence from the fact that once again Chris had not spanked her. “I would never betray you!” Crack! Liv shot forward as the strap bit into her flesh. Merci forced her back into position again. “I haven’t betrayed you!” Liv shouted. Crack! Angry tears were welling in Liv’s eyes. “Would you stop doing that?” she shouted. “Hold, my Chieftain,” Merci commanded. Then to Liv she said. “Did you not try to come between my chieftain and me?” “No!” Liv shouted. Chris swung the strap again. “No!” Liv yelled even louder this time. Chris hit her yet again. His cock stood very straight now and Merci’s own pussy was wet. “He’s no good for you!” Liv shouted. Now, at last, they were getting somewhere. Merci wondered if Liv was

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breaking or just trying another tactic. “And so you acted in my name to break us apart.” “No!” Crack! Merci could see red lines across the tops of Liv’s ass cheeks. Chris was really hitting her hard and it excited Merci. Her juices were beginning to leak from between her lips and dampen the loin cloth beneath her. “Explain the bra!” “He stole it!” Crack! “No!” “He stole it!” Crack! This was getting them nowhere. “Chieftain, bring me her phone. You said she took a picture?” Chris walked across the room, found the phone and brought it to Merci. She did not take it, but kept her grip on Liv’s wrists. “Is the picture there?” Chris punched a few buttons and turned the phone to show it to Merci. He looked so hot and so hard in the picture. His raging dick was slick with what must be Liv’s juices. His arms and legs strained mightily at his bonds.

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“Oh Sister,” Merci muttered, “how could you do so good and so bad all at once?” “Merci?” “I would have loved to ride him with you.” Merci shook her head. A tear of her own formed in her eye. Likely that dream was through. With a serious effort of will she resumed her role as the Jungle Queen. “Do you wish to be forgiven, or are you proud of your crime?” “Merci?” “Answer me!” “I don’t want to lose you, Merci.” Merci honestly didn’t know if that bode good or ill for her future. “Then accept my judgment or be cast out!” Liv didn’t answer so Merci continued. “First you will take three more strokes of the strap.” “What?” “Second, you will suck my pussy in an act of conciliation while my chieftain fucks you from behind. If he comes before I do I will have him whip you and fuck you again until your forked tongue gets it right.” Liv looked too aghast at Merci’s words to interrupt them. “Finally, you will clean his soiled cock with your tongue and make him hard

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again to fuck me properly. Then you will lick us both where our bodies join until we both come.” Merci was so turned on now that she thought she could come just by squeezing her thighs together. It was a shame. She loved the sound of that strap on Liv’s bare ass. But then again, if this worked out and they all three stayed together, Liv would undoubtedly do something that merited her being spanked again. “Do you accept your punishment?” Merci asked her. Liv looked both utterly horrified and completely entranced. “Yes, my queen,” she whispered. Before the words had finished escaping Liv’s lips the strap whistled through the air and cracked against her flesh. Liv groaned. The groan was not the gasps of shock and rage that had escaped her earlier, but the sound of an aroused woman whose body was slowly building toward orgasm. She’s surrendered, Merci realized. Liv’s enjoying this! The realization made Merci even wetter. Chris brought the strap up and down again—hard—far harder than any of the other times he’d hit her. Liv moaned, a long low sigh of mixed pain and pleasure.

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“You like this, don’t you, Liv,” Merci whispered. “You want Chris to whip you again before he fucks you with his big hard dick.” The dick really was hard, quivering out in front of Chris with a long string of pre-cum oozing off its end. “Yes,” Liv whispered as the strap descended one final time. Merci didn’t hesitate at all. She pulled Liv forward between her legs and shoved her mouth down firmly on to her wet pussy. She wanted to make this last, to build some more drama and excitement, but she just couldn’t hold back. The moment Liv’s lips mashed against her pussy, Merci’s hips thrust up against her and she climaxed.

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Chapter Fifty Two Chris

Merci was already coming before Chris had even planted himself behind Liv’s red ass and thighs. He was afraid that having won the race to orgasm, Liv would try to back out of taking him, but as she felt Chris behind her, the red head spread her legs wider in clear invitation. Chris pressed the head of his rigid cock against her hot dripping lips and thrust his long thick penis deep within her body. Hot juices squirted out around his erection. Chris was so surprised by this he stopped thrusting for a moment. Liv trembled against his dick, squirting out juices like a male ejaculation. He had never felt anything quite like it and he began to thrust again. Liv and Merci squirmed deliciously in front of him. His balls tightened in anticipation. Liv’s pussy—her whole body—trembled beneath him as he reached a hand beneath her to touch her excited clitoris. This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen. Years of build up for this moment and they were all exploding in the first few seconds. Merci bucked and screamed with pleasure as Liv shook her face back and

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forth between her dark wonderful lips. Liv’s own body continued to vibrate beneath him with little spasms of excitement that her pussy transmitted directly to his hard cock. Chris didn’t want to come yet, but Liv’s hot juices trickled down his scrotum directly on to his balls. “Oh, God,” Liv spoke the words directly into Merci’s labia. Then her pussy contracted vice-like around Chris’ erection and all three of them were shouting in joy.

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Chapter Fifty Three Merci

Merci lay in Chris’ arms while an exhausted Liv ministered to his penis with her mouth and tongue. It felt good laying there, her breast pressed against his chest, his arms cradling her body. She liked learning she had been right. And what further proof did she need then the long string of orgasms they had all just experienced? She could see it now. Merci, Chris and Liv belonged together. Now if she and Chris could just get past their weekend of excess, everything would be perfect again. Merci didn’t think she quite understood all that had happened with Chris tonight, but she had seen the picture of him tied to his bed and was willing for the moment to let Liv take the blame for everything. Her own ride with the ex-jocks she was willing to pass over as inconsequential. So she made mistakes when she had too much to drink. Who didn’t? Liv had Chris nice and hard again, and he pulled himself out of the redhead’s mouth and began to spread Merci’s thighs. She rolled on to her back to help him. He changed his mind, pushing Merci’s legs high in the air so that Liv could

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guide his hard penis into position. Liv’s tongue simultaneously touched Merci’s lips and the head of Chris’ penis. Then Chris entered her and Merci closed her eyes to enjoy the sensation of the fat head of his cock splitting her pussy apart. Then he began moving back and forth in her slippery passage while Liv’s tongue worshipped Merci’s clitoris with delicate little butterfly strokes. The energy mounted inside of her and Merci twisted her huge nipples to hurry herself along. It had and been one incredible night and the morning was just getting started.

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Author Bio

Veronica Tower was married to her high school sweetheart for five deliriously happy years and ten far less wonderful ones. Now she is taking the time to make up for lost opportunities. In addition to returning to school to pursue a degree in psychology, Veronica has committed herself to fully exploring her fantasies, both in writing and in person…

Other Books by Veronica Tower and Red Rose Publishing Christmas Wagers House Rules My Son’s Roommate Not Another Dateless Valentine’s Day One Night Stand One Night Stand 2 Tricky Business

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The Runaway Strip Poker Tricks Healing (forthcoming) Please Stop Filming (forthcoming) Rock Idol (forthcoming)

The Snowbound Series Snowbound 1 Snowbound Christmas Snowbound 2 Snowbound New Year Snowbound 3 Snowbound Valentine’s Day Snowbound 4 Snowbound Vacation Snowbound 5 Snowbound Treat

In Print from Red Rose Publishing One Night Stand Christmas Wagers (forthcoming) House Rules (forthcoming)

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My Son’s Roommate (forthcoming) Not Another Dateless Valentine’s Day (forthcoming) One Night Stand 2 Tricky Business (forthcoming) Tricks (forthcoming)

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