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cock, eagerly
working up and down the length of it. His eyes closed and he groped
sightlessly for her breasts. They egged each other on, inching
closer to the moment they’d each been dreaming of since they first
locked eyes. I want you inside of me, Claire pleaded with her eyes,
I need you inside of me.
    As if he could hear her, Parker slapped
Claire’s hands from his dick and, pinning her arms on the table
over her head, drove into her. She moaned through her gag—he was
enormous. Though she was wetter than rain-slicked asphalt, she
wondered for a moment if she’d be able to take all of him. He
rocked his hips against her eager pussy, sliding into her inch by
inch. She could tell that he loved her tightness, her youth, her
lack of experience, as much as she loved his command.
    She felt his rock hard dick at the very core
of her, and thought that he might actually rip her in two. He took
hold of her hair and, staring into her eyes, said, “Cum with
me.”
    He didn’t need to tell her twice. He began to
thrust fast and deep into the furthest reaches of her body, and she
rolled back to the edge of a staggering orgasm. She dug her fingers
into his back and screamed as he threw his head back in
unadulterated bliss. They tumbled through the hair together,
clawing to take as much of the other as they could, as he came into
her. His seed flowed into her, coating her, and she wished that she
could stay like this, enveloping him, accepting him, forever.
    He rested his weight on his forearm and
gently lifted the homemade gag from Claire’s mouth. A look that may
have been sheepish danced across his sweaty brow. Claire’s mind and
body were reeling. She new, right then, that nothing in her world
would ever be the same.
    “Well,” she said breathlessly, “Can I still
have that job?”
    He laughed, and she could feel the vibration
of it through their still very intimate connection. “Naturally. I
have to keep you close, don’t I? So that whenever the urge comes
upon me... there you’ll be.”
    “Sounds OK to me,” Claire said, smiling up at
him, “But what should I... uh... say to Cheryl about those
papers?”
    “What do I care?” Parker laughed, playfully
tugging at a lock of her hair, “You’re a smart woman. Figure it
out. As long as your solution means that I get to fuck you dirty as
often as possible, I’m for it.”
    Claire shook her head, amazed. She had no
idea what was going to happen next, but she was fairly certain that
it was going to involve the man of her dreams teaching her some
very nasty lessons. She couldn’t wait to start her new
education.
     
     
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Chapter 3
    * * * * *
     
     
    “Stop, stop!” Savannah exclaimed, “You’re
going off the script again!”
    “I’m sorry, Savannah,” Claire said,
exasperated, “But I can’t pull this shit off the way you do! I
would sound ridiculous saying that sort of thing.”
    “Oh, please,” Claire said, rolling her eyes,
“What’s so ridiculous about telling a guy that you want his
hulk-sized member to pulverize your snatch, huh?”
    “Jesus Christ...” Claire moaned, “I came to
the wrong person for sex advice.”
    “Wrong,” Savannah said, “You couldn’t ask for
a better coach than me.”
    The two best friends were in Claire’s shoebox
apartment in Brooklyn. Claire’s boyfriend Tommy was out with his
pathetic excuse for an improv team/free-verse-beat-boxing
association/amateur tattoo artists club, so the girls had the place
to themselves. Claire had called an emergency meeting with her
confidante Savannah because she needed some advice, seeing as the
day before had taken a very sexy turn for her.
    Through a confusing arrangement of
coincidence, fate, and overriding lust, Claire had found herself
smack dab in the middle of an illicit affair with her boss’s
husband, Parker. After a chance meeting on the subway and
subsequent week of intensely erotic daydreams, the two had reunited
when Parker sneakily had Claire sent to his