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leaned against the doorframe, hoping the stellar results of her recent stress test were accurate. Her heart was beating a mile a minute.
    Obviously, the space had been originally used as a study or library. A stone fireplace dominated one wall, and built-in bookshelves covered another from the ceiling to the floor. Books filled the upper and lower shelves, but the two in the middle displayed an impressive collection of vibrators, butt plugs and dildos. The only piece of traditional furniture, an armchair, was next to the window. An elaborate, padded, part bench, part table-like apparatus, unique to any she’d seen on the internet, sat in the middle of the room.
    “You didn’t think this might be something worth mentioning to me earlier?” she asked, sweeping her arm to indicate the entire room while staring at the bench.
    “And ruin the dramatic reveal? No way.” Garth ran his hand along the side of it. “I designed and built this myself. It has a number of attachments and can be maneuvered into all sorts of stimulating positions.” He demonstrated by slightly lowering the table portion and adjusting the knee rests. Garth patted the top. “See? Perfect angle for both of our enjoyment.”
    “There’s a strong possibility I’m going to come from just looking at it.” Moisture trickled down the inside of her thighs as she crossed the short distance to Garth. “May I?” she asked, resting her fingers on the waistband of his jeans.
    Garth gave an affirmative nod. Anne carefully unzipped his fly then slowly drew his pants and briefs together down his hips, exposing his magnificent penis. She stared at his crotch, licking her lips, as he stepped out of the garments and kicked them to the side.
    He grasped a handful of hair at the back of her head. “Suck my cock.” He punctuated the order with gentle downward pressure.
    Her mouth watered. Giving blowjobs turned her on big time. Anne cupped his heavy balls with one hand and held the base of his rock-hard shaft with her other. She ran her tongue over and around the bulbous head. The salty, slightly bitter taste of his pre-cum was the headiest of aphrodisiacs. Anne took him into her mouth. Garth stayed still as she adjusted to his length and girth.
    “That’s it, sweetheart. Damn, that feels so good,” he encouraged when she hit her stride, sucking him to the back of her throat on every trip up and down his cock.
    He flexed his hips in perfect rhythm with her ministrations. His cock thickened, twitched, and his breathing sounded labored. She released his balls and grabbed his ass cheek for better leverage.
    “Ah, yeah,” Garth groaned, twisting his fingers in her hair and thrusting more forcefully.
    Anne allowed him to take control, to hold her still or guide her as he saw fit. Garth told her in no uncertain terms exactly what he felt as he fucked her mouth, how she looked bent over his cock, taking everything he had to give. Knowing how much she pleased him inflamed her senses.
    He pumped twice then moaned loudly. She whimpered in protest when he wrapped his fingers around hers on his dick, holding them in place, and gave a quick tug at the back of her head. When she was upright, he tilted her head back to look at him. What she saw stole her breath away. His irises were pitch-black. His cheeks were flushed, and a single bead of sweat slowly rolled down his the side of his face.
    “Why did you stop me?” she asked quietly, surprised and more than a tad disappointed in not being permitted to bring him to release.
    “I’ll be re-visiting your wicked little mouth soon enough, sweetheart, but this time it will be your pussy milking me dry.” Garth turned her toward the bench. “Are ya game to give it a go?”
    “Hell yes!”
    Being placed into position on the bench was an erotic experience in itself. He steadied her as she knelt on the knee rests then he moved behind her. He caressed her shoulders, down her back and over her ass cheeks before tickling along her