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to take you this morning, finally my turn to come,” he said against her mound.
    She squirmed against his hot mouth, wishing he’d just be quiet and work. An unbidden image of him standing at the head of the bed, pressing his cock between her lips, had her moaning for more. His other hand slapped her ass hard enough to make her cry out, the soft fur glove that covered his hand soothed away the sting.
    His teeth nipped at the back of her thighs. The bed dipped when he sat up. His firm hands spread her cheeks. Cool air caressed her exposed anus. One finger slid down between her cleft and circled her tight hole. She squeaked and tried to move away.
    He slapped her ass again. “Don’t move. Don’t ask questions. Just trust me.”
    She calmed, hoping he wasn’t going to put anything in her ass. He lowered himself fully over her body, gave her a peck kiss to the corner of her mouth, and retreated. In his place, he set something soft and silky against her cheek. The heavy scent of rose filled her senses. The petals tickled, but she focused on the perfumed smell.
    The velvet head of his cock pressed against the entrance to her ass. She forgot about not wanting him inside of her and strained to meet him as he slid fully into her, stretching her as far as possible. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Her moan of pleasure filled the train car.
    “You’re about to get the spanking of your life,” he said against her ear. As he pushed himself upright, he slapped her backside even harder. Two pains at the same time, both burning, both forcing her to go deeper inside herself to accept what he offered. His hand smacked her ass to the same rhythm of his strokes. Her face buried in the pillow, to lessen her screams, as he fucked her hard and fast. She arched her burning ass towards him, begging for the pain.
    He panted above her, muttering things she couldn’t understand. The fur glove stroked over the welts, cooling her. She couldn’t keep up now as he started on the other cheek. The scent of the rose distracted her; he knew it was her favorite. She groaned in pleasure, lost her ability to meet his thrusts. Her hips stopped moving, her muscles tensed as she tried to hold back her orgasm. He removed the rose from her face, and a thick rubber object was placed against her lips, he pressed it past her teeth without saying a word. She latched onto it and sucked. She groaned, needing to come, but not without permission.
    The sting turned into a slow burn inside of her. Sucking on the rubber dildo left a terrible taste in her mouth and did nothing to cool her ardor. Somehow the thought of sucking cock, while being drilled from behind, was more than she could take.
    He must have registered her thoughts because his guttural command of “come” sent her spiraling over the edge. He dropped down onto her, his chest flush with her back, their hips meeting in time. Their sweat mingled as he joined her in a final orgasm. He clung to her wrists; his feet slid against the bed as he tried to push himself deeper inside of her. All she could do was lay there and shudder beneath him. Helpless to pull him deeper inside her. Helpless to do more than sigh her satisfaction and drift back into sleep.
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    Steven stared down at the woman in his arms. She nuzzled her cheek against his chest, her yawn interrupting his thought. He’d turned the three-way lamp on low, so that when she awoke, she could have her senses back. Fifteen very long years of interest in the lifestyle, and he was finally getting his feet wet.
    She ran her hand down his chest. “I’m hungry.”
    He laughed, sitting up to retrieve some snacks from the bag and two bottles of lukewarm water. “Yeah, me too.”
    When he handed her a package of dried fruit and crackers, he couldn’t take his eyes off her. She gave him a nervous smile and averted her gaze to concentrate on opening the packages. He felt lame. Like a schoolboy losing his virginity. Her dark brown hair was matted