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little cry that turned into a hybrid of my name mixed with a moan. Her juices flooded my mouth, and I drank greedily, determined to catch every drop. It seemed to be a never-ending flow, and even after she’d come on my tongue once more, she was still plenty wet and ready for my cock.
    I wasn’t ready for that yet though. There were toys I wanted to try. I’d played with some of these with other girls, but never one as seemingly wholesome and fresh-faced as my sweet little stepsister, who clearly wasn’t all that sweet. She was a kinky bitch, and I was just the dirty bastard to match her.
    I lifted one of the butt plugs, selecting a small one, because I assumed she had never played with them before. Her eyes were wide, her expression shadowed with apprehension, but she didn’t protest when I pressed the smooth purple cylinder into her slick folds. After it was nice and lubricated with her own juices, I carefully pulled it out and brought it to her little rosette. As I pressed the smooth head against her puckered hole, she seemed to take in a deep breath and tense. “Relax and bear down. It’ll be easier that way.”
    A small nod indicated she’d heard me, and I could feel her muscles relaxing and the ring of resistance pushing outward as I slowly slid the cylinder inside her. Her greedy little ass took it easily, sucking it in to the base, and I smiled at her. “You’re a natural at this,” I praised.
    Suddenly, it wasn’t the little purple cylinder I saw in her ass, but my big, hard cock taking her anal virginity. I felt positively caveman-like at the idea of being the first one to take her there, to mark my territory and make sure she never forgot me.
    She was shaking and gasping, clearly enjoying the experience though it was foreign to her. She watched with evident surprise as I unfastened her wrists. She rubbed them lightly, though I knew I hadn’t confined her tightly enough to hurt or cut off circulation. “Are you okay?”
    She nodded, giving me a shy smile. “Pretty darned okay.”
    Her charming answer made me laugh, and once the amusement had fled, I told her, “Turn around and get on your knees. Put your head on the pillow and your hands behind your back.”
    If she had protested, I certainly would have listened. This was fun and games, not my way or the highway. Apparently, Mia had a submissive side she wanted to embrace, because she obeyed my directions without question or hesitation.
    When I thought my cock couldn’t get any harder, it had grown again at the sight of her on her knees with her ass in the air, hands behind her back. I could see her sweet pussy dribbling juices everywhere, and the sight of the butt plug filling her ass sent a pulse through my dick.
    I couldn’t wait any longer, and it took my last ounce of self-control to fasten the handcuffs around her wrists. I wished I had my camera, though I suspected she wouldn’t consent to that anyway. Damn, it was a tragedy, because the sight was a masterpiece that I would love to immortalize.
    I got on my knees between her thighs, my cock homing in instinctively to her cunt. Heat extended outward, and she was slick and dripping on my bare skin.
    That was a wake-up call, since I’d never had sex with a woman without a condom before, even during the occasional relationships that I would consider long-term—meaning it lasted at least two weeks. With my history, and the line of work I’d once been in, I had gotten into the habit of using protection every time all the time. With her, I just wanted to plunge in blindly, and that was scary to my logical side, though the caveman side of me I hadn’t really embraced it until now was urging me to fuck her hard and come inside her until my cum was streaming out her pussy.
    Summoning some self-restraint, I asked, “Are you on the pill or anything?”
    When she nodded, my cock could have sung “Hallelujah” all by itself. Still, I hesitated. “I’ve had a recent checkup, and I know I’m