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slide down his
shaft, inch by delicious inch, splitting my sex wide around him. My
slow, measured movements would frustrate him but I’d hold him flat
on the bed, drawing his cock in and out of my molten sex.
    The thick, black hair around
the base of his shaft would scrape against my shaved pussy until my
clit threatened to catch fire. Only the sticky wetness of Radford’s
pre-cum would stop my sex igniting at the friction of my soft skin
against his unyielding body.
    When the leisurely strokes of
my silken sex up and down his shaft became too much for him to
bear, he’d take control. In one swift movement he’d roll me over
and pin me to the cool sheets. He’d force my thighs wider and ram
himself into me. I’d protest and beg him to slow down but he’d hold
my arms above my head and pump harder, shoving himself deeper
inside me.
    His cock huge. His heavy balls
slapping against my arse. His taut body taking complete
control.
    In real life and fantasy, I pitched
into orgasm, falling down into a chasm of pleasure that engulfed me
in dark, sweet sensation.
    My back arched, my heart soared and
my pussy shuddered around my fingers. I cried out – the sounds
barely recognisable and distorted by rapture. Waves of fulfilment
crashed over me. My hips bucked against my hand. My fingers rubbed
harder and faster across my clit draining out the final shards of
sensation before I collapsed breathless against the sofa
cushions.
    I lay there, eyes closed, unwilling
to surrender my fantasy.
    Radford lay back against the
pillows, alone again in my imagination. Sweat glistened on his
skin. His chest heaved with exertion as if he’d run a marathon and
goosebumps stood out all over his hot body.
    Thick cum soaked into the hair on
his belly and made his fingers sticky. Fingers that still grasped
around a throbbing cock reluctant to lose its hardness. He rubbed
his hand through his cum and massaged it into his balls and cock,
liking the slippery sensation of it sliding up and down his
shaft.
    Just like my hot pussy.
    His full lips curved into a sexy
smile and I wanted to roll him over and start all over again. If he
was half as good in real life as he was in my imagination, sex with
Radford Byrne would be mind-blowing. Up against the wall in
chambers, our bodies had been a perfect fit. Imagine how well
they’d connect without clothes to get in the way.
    A second fantasy of stripping
Radford naked and fucking him in his office chair took hold but I
needed reinforcements for this. Dropping my clothes as I ran to the
bedroom, I fell naked onto my bed. I pushed my longest, thickest
vibrator deep inside my drenched pussy, guessing that even this
wouldn’t measure up to Radford’s cock.
    With my vibrator switched to full
power, and my imagination going into overdrive, I lay back against
the pillows and came twice more.
     
     
    I didn’t bother getting dressed
after my marathon fantasy session and spent the evening walking
naked around my flat in an agony of indecision.
    The problem before the jury was
balancing my golden rule against missing a golden opportunity. And
I argued every point, both for and against.
    Men like Radford Byrne don’t come
along every day of the week – and certainly not in those large
portions. It was all very well having principles, but there came a
time when laying down the law had to be interpreted literally by a
girl.
    When it came to the perfect
package, this sexy barrister had it all. A great body, a strong jaw
line, baby blue eyes and a cock that had already made my mouth
water.
    Added to which, he was
intelligent.
    My brain has always been my
biggest erogenous zone and I’ve long had a thing for
super-intelligent men. Believe or not, there are surprisingly few
around – big muscles and massive intellects always seeming to
cancel each other out.
    With Radford, however, he certainly
had it going on above the collar, as well as below the trouser
line, and I can’t tell you how big a turn on that was.
    My