Chapter 3 - Friday B - Heather

Chapter 3 - Friday B - Heather

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Heather sits quietly, waiting for what's next. Staring out the window, her mind lost in the events of the past week and more, she watches the world go by on the quiet street. Her body is still tingling from her unexpected explosion, and as she thinks of it, she brings her hand up, her fingers touching the bejeweled collar on her neck lightly. Her clit buzzes pleasantly as she caresses the soft satin around her neck, and she draws a deep breath as she feels herself getting carried away again. How can this simple thing have such a powerful effect on her? She sees the black town car pull up in front of the house and Marco steps out. Heather stands as Madeline lets him in. He stops short as he enters the parlor.

"Oh my god..." he says, his mouth hanging open.

"She is quite the vision," Madeline remarks.

Heather blushes a hot crimson as the two of them simply stare at her. Finally, Marco blinks and steps towards her, offering her his arm.

"Fuck Heather," he laughs. "You are gorgeous!" he continues, not even noticing the f bomb.

Heather giggles a thank you and then turns and hugs Madeline warmly.

"Thank you Madeline!"

"You are most welcome Heather... you have been a delightful guest!"

Marco leads her out the door, helping her down the stone steps, opening the Town Car door for her. She steps into the car, and Marco drives her away.

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I sit at The Wexford, an elegant little bar on the west side, not too far from The St. Laurent. Madeline has already let me know they are on their way. I sip at my drink, exhausted from two days of hard negotiations and much work. Yet I don't feel the fatigue... I'm excited and eager... like I haven't been in a long while. Madeline has told me of Heather's transformation, and I am eager for the wondrous nymph I have discovered.

When Marco leads her in, I am stunned and utterly unprepared. She is flat-out gorgeous. Everyone in the tavern immediately notices her and the world seems to stop. Her green eyes sparkle and her smile dazzles as she sees me. Her soft blond hair is piled on top of her head elegantly, wisps framing her beautiful face. She steps around the end of the bar, walking towards me... she is truly a dream... a lovely vision. The shimmering gold halter hangs from her smooth, tanned shoulders, draping over her chest... sexy... enticing... breathtaking, her breasts tantalizing, moving beneath the delicate and brief folds of satiny gold. As she steps towards me, her hips swaying, the skirt moves seductively, swishing silently on her long, smooth and perfect legs, accented perfectly in high heeled sandals. And between the two simple garments she wears, the gap reveals her narrow waist and her flat and toned stomach.

She is absolutely divine and she is only for me... the diamond studded collar at her neck tells me so.

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Patrick simply stares at her as she walks into the bar and Heather blushes hotly, his eyes moving up and down her body. A tingle shoots through her as he openly admires her, his eyes hungry and wanting... but it's more than lust... it's... admiration and appreciation... and he is happy. She wants him to want her... to like her... to think she's sexy... and she feels all of it... his lust, his desire, his utter delight in her. He stands as she approaches and she almost runs the last few steps. He takes her into his arms in a warm embrace.

"oh my god, Heather... you are so beautiful!" he whispers into her ear.

"I did it all for you Master," she whispers back. "I am your good girl."

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I step back, holding her hands and again my eyes move over her, but now taking in all the little details. The moon on her shoulder, the trails of stars winking at me all along her golden, tanned skin.. her arm, her shoulder, under her eye, and between her breasts, the Ogham script. The small diamond winking from the left of her nose. The chain hanging at her waist, seductive and sexy, attached to the piercing in her belly button. The diamond studded collar she clasped around her neck, telling me of her submission to me. Heather's skin glows and her eyes dazzle and her lips tantalize. Every small detail added by Madeline and her staff have transformed my sweet girl into the ravishing and sultry woman standing before me now.

I bring her right hand up and slowly spin her. Heather moves gracefully, pivoting under my arm with a giggle. As she slowly turns, I can see her entire back and sides, softly muscled and well toned, the stars shimmering exotically. The thin skirt flutters tantalizingly on her hips and firm, magnificent ass. As she faces me again, I lean in, giving her a long, soft, lingering kiss before helping her into the tall chair next to me.

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Heather laughs as he twirls her. And she knows he is taking all of her in, admiring and appraising her. And she feels the eyes from the small crowd in the bar, all eyes on her, all eyes admiring and appraising her. But she doesn't care, doesn't pay any of them any attention. She is all for him. She is only for him. She feels sexy... and desirable... and wanted... from everyone but most importantly... from Patrick.

She slips up onto the chair, crossing her legs carefully, not wanting anyone to see more than they should, but wanting him to see anything he wants. She fights the urge to tug the skirt on her thighs, but she doesn't. She knows he likes her long legs and she wants him to see all he wishes. She is drunk in this moment... in pleasing him with her appearance.

"Patrick... thank you for the wonderful treat at The St. Laurent today. Madeline and her girls were so wonderful. I feel like a princess!"

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"Heather, you are way more than a princess." I smile, moving my chair close.

I place a hand on her thigh and I feel her trembling, her own hand covering mine... not to move it away but to hold it there on her soft and supple skin. She smiles sweetly at me and looks down, blushing again.

"Heather, you have nothing to blush about. You are the most beautiful woman in the entire city."

Heather looks up into my eyes for a brief moment and then looks down again. She turns her head slightly, glancing at the room, all the eyes flicking towards her, some discretely, some openly looking.

"Sir, I'm so happy you brought me here to be with you... but... " she breaths, leaning in slightly, looking up, her green eyes endless pools... "I'm nervous..."

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His hand is hot on the skin of her thigh, and he squeezes her leg softly.

"You belong here Heather and should not be self conscious at all. Madeline called me while you were on the way. She told me to tell you that you are the most beautiful and gorgeous woman she has had the pleasure to host at The St. Laurent."

Heather feels a rush of joy mixed with happiness... and relief. Patrick orders her a drink and she thanks the bartender with a smile, taking a long sip, feeling the hot liquor burn down her throat, but at the same time, settling her nerves. She leans in again, wanting to kiss him but feels her halter fall away from her body, revealing perhaps more than she would want, and stops, holding the revealing garment against her breasts with her hand. She looks into his eyes and whispers.

"Rule Two: I am yours. I shall consider myself your property. I belong to you and only to you. My mind, body and spirit are yours, sir"

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I smile and lick my lips, looking down between her breasts, the swells of her breasts barely covered by the shimmering halter. She sits up, shyly looking at me, but her eyes are clear. I look down again, and admire the thin lined tattoo between her breasts. I bring my hand up and lightly touch the spot with my finger, tracing a slow line along the sexy ink. Heather shudders, closing her eyes, taking a deep breath before letting it out.

"I like this tattoo Heather.... Good Girl..." I smile, knowing this particular script, having long wished for a woman to wear it for me.

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"... Good Girl"

Heather gasps softly as the words leave his lips. Her body reacts immediately, her nipples instantly erect, her pussy lips opening. She closes her eyes and draws a long, slow breath. When she opens her eyes, he is simply staring at her, a devilish smile on his face... he knows exactly what he just did to her. She giggles again, relaxing quickly.

"Heather, I love the tattoos... and the nose stud... and the dress is... breathtaking."

She holds our her arm, turning it to see all the little stars, then lifts her left leg, seeing the stars dancing down her skin. Patrick watches too, and she loves that he likes the exotic look. She sips her drink again, then looks around the room. Several women and men are watching her but look away quickly. But two men in the corner return her stare... one winks and licks his lips. Heather frowns and rolls her eyes, spontaneously flipping him off. The man laughs and salutes her, going back to his conversation.

"Oh my god, Sir!" she says, putting her hand over her mouth. "I've never done that before!!"

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I watch the exchange, thinking I will need to intercede, but then Heather completely disarms the man. She is much stronger than she was when I first met her... less timid and uncertain. She is starting to believe in herself and her beauty..

"Well done!" I laugh. "Let's send them a drink!"

"Oh my gosh, Yes!" Heather laughs.

Patrick orders a couple shots from the bartender and Heather turns to sip at her drink. I nod at Marco at the end of the bar to keep an eye on the two men, but I figure they are harmless. I know he already is watching, and his eyes tell me as much. Marco misses nothing.

"Did you enjoy your time with Madeline and her team?"

"Oh my gosh! They are amazing, sir!" Heather smiles. "And I know... Madeline told me... do you own the St. Laurent?"

"No!" I laugh. "It's all Madeline's."

"... but sir... that building, the pool... everything... it had to cost a fortune!"

"Yes, it was quiet an investment... but just an investment, and well repaid," I smile.

Heather smile fades. "Have you sent other girls to Madeline before?"

"Well yes." I say, seeing her face fall. "But not what you think. Sylvia, Hannah, and a handful of other women who I have encountered in life that needed pampering. One day I want to send Gretel and the twins. And I've visited as well for a relaxing day here and there They know how to spoil a person there."

Heather laughs, relief washing over her face.

"But they seemed to know so much about what you like...?" she questions.

"Yes, but I've known Madeline for a long, long time, and she knows her business and asks direct questions. And she is subtle and listens to everything. Plus, I've been working with her on today for over a month..."

"A month sir? But you only just met me!?" Heather says, another question in her eyes... she wants to know.

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Heather sits up as he takes her hands in his, his eyes soft, but full of purpose. She knows he is finally going to tell her how this all started.

"You volunteer with the City Humane Society and several of their operations, correct?"

"You know I do... sir" she smiles back.

"Remember the pet auction event this spring...?"

"Yes..." she answers, "but that was months ago, sir!"

"Yes... you wore khakis shorts, a blue polo and the moment you looked at me, I was slain... it was like a thunderbolt..."

"really, sir?" Heather asks, looking down her body at this sexy woman she is now, but remembers her plain appearance that day.

"Yes. It was your eyes. I watched you all night. Even the plain polo shirt and simple khaki couldn't hide from me what you are now. You didn't know it, but everything that has lead us here, started that night. The more I learned about you, the more I liked you. It lead me to get a space in your building. It lead me to know all I could about you. Even that first "chance" encounter at Apollo, that you probably don't remember. I opened the door for you after you got your coffee."

"What?" she laughs. "And you're right sir, I don't remember..."

"I remember it like it was yesterday. I opened the door and you smiled at me, a genuine smile, said a polite but quiet thank you, and went on your way. You were wearing a simple pair of black dress slacks, a small black jacket and a blue blouse, conservative black heals, silver hoop earrings, a thin silver necklace, and a pony tail."

"Sir, I don't know what to say. I know you've investigated me thoroughly, but I didn't know you stalked me!" she laughs but her smile is soft and her hand on my leg tells me she understands.

"Yes. I admit it. I stalked you. Are you mad?"

"No sir..." she says quietly, squeezing his leg as his hand covers hers.

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I look around the room slowly, assessing any real threats, and make eye contact with Marco, but other than some over zealous staring, it's all harmless. The two gentlemen near the window even salute me and nod as they down their shots. With her back to the room, Heather doesn't see them, but I know she feels all the eyes. I place my hand on her smooth thigh again as I reach into my pocket. I hold my hand out to her and she glances down to see the thin gold chain and the golden ball attached to the end. I slip my fingers discretely along her waist, moving over the skin of her tight, flat stomach and I feel her trembling. Opening a small clasp, I attach it to longest of the three strands hanging from the naval jewelry, directly below her belly button, letting the heavy, solid gold ball hang. Heather looks up at me with a question in her eyes.

"Heather, please slip the ball into your skirt," I instruct.

She peeks quickly over her shoulder, but doesn't hesitate. Inconspicuously, she holds the ball in her right fingers and pulls the waist of her skirt, letting the ball fall down inside. As the ball settles beneath the skirt, she looks up at me with a giggle.

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Heather feels the heavy ball pull at her naval, but not uncomfortably so, then rolls down her skin, bouncing off both thighs before nestling between them... and she knows exactly what will happen when she uncrosses her legs... the ball will fall right where he knows it will. Her clit trembles as she thinks of the heavy orb and what it will feel like. She leans in, whispering in his ear.

"Sir, I am yours completely."

As she leans back, she looks up into his eyes, holding his gaze, her stare solid and certain... and she knows that she is exactly where she should be, just as Madeline told her.

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Heather's eyes completely shatter me and it's my turn to blush and gasp. I begin to remove my hand from her thigh, but she places her hand over mine, holding it there. We enjoy quiet conversation and our drinks, and I simply enjoy her, being near her, absorbing the exquisite creature she is. She tells me of her day at the St. Laurent with an eager light in her eyes and the minutes pass unnoticed. Yet, after a while I check my watch and signal Marco. He exits, calling for the car. I finish my drink and stand, offering my hand to Heather. She puts her hand in mine and slips from her chair, taking my arm as I lead her from the bar. I can feel the eyes of the entire place on us and I grin, knowing that she is mine.

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As Heather stands, the heavy gold ball drops and swings, bumping directly against her clit like a hammer striking an anvil. She gasps and takes his arm to steady herself. As he walks her through the bar, she feels all the eyes, all the stares, but also feels the ball moving against her body. Yet she knows the constant reminder of the ball is just another way that Patrick is laying his claim on her this night... and she likes it.

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We step out onto the sidewalk as Marco pulls up the car. The air is pleasant, a light breeze pulling at Heather's sexy outfit. I help her into the back seat, letting my eyes devour her long legs as she settles into the seat. Our eyes meet and I take her hand and kiss the back before closing the door. I jump into the other side and as soon as I sit, Heather melts into my side, pressing her body against me. I feel her head face me and I turn as her lips find mine, kissing me hard, passionately, eagerly. Her hand slides up my leg and I feel her fingers grazing over me. In a moment, my cock is throbbing under her touch.

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Heather feels him cock become instantly erect, throbbing under her touch. She kisses him harder and presses her palm against his shaft, feeling his low groan more than hearing it. He kisses her long and slow, his tongue opening her lips, and she gasps. She draws back from him only an inch, staring into his eyes.

"sir... I want to serve you... in every way..." she whispers as her clit purrs with need.

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Her eyes are unwavering and my cock throbs wildly... and I want to let her continue, to lay back and let her serve me, just as she intends... but I don't want this first act to be in the back of a car, I want to enjoy it, not rushed and crazy in this wanting moment.

"Heather... I want you to serve me, more than I can tell you... I've dreamed of this moment... yet, I don't want to rush, I want us to have all night to enjoy each other..."

Heather puts her hand to my face, kissing me softly, her eyes telling me she understands without saying it. She snuggles into my side, tucking her head into my neck, carefully removing her hand from me.

"I hope you calm down before we arrive at dinner..." she giggles sweetly.

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Heather teases him but she needs to calm herself too. Her pussy lips opened the moment she touched him and she knows if she doesn't calm herself quickly, she will start to ooze. She has never been this sexual before, never this wet, never this wanting of anyone... ever. And she knows he is right... she wants to wait too... to take her time... to truly serve him. With a long sigh, she sits up and opens the moon roof. Standing, she lets the wind whip through her hair, feeling it tug at her halter. She laughs as the top billows but Patrick is the only one who can see. In a moment, he is standing next to her, laughing, raising his hands over his head, whooping loudly. Heather looks at him, surprised and whoops too, raising her hands, feeling the wonderful breeze rushing over her.

Marco drives expertly, taking the turns with care, keeping his distance from other cars so as not to interrupt their fun. Patrick turns to face her and drops his hands. Suddenly, Heather feels them sliding up her sides and to her breasts under the halter, below the roof line.

"SIR!!!" she squeals. "That's not fair... if I can't touch, neither can you!"

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I laugh out loud as her hands push mine playfully away. My grin is wolfish and I lean back, whooping again loudly. Heather squeals and laughs and we howl as Marco moves across the Brooklyn bridge, before exiting on Furman Street. Marco pulls into one of the many gentrified buildings along the shores of the east river. I open my door and walk around the car slowly, opening the door for Heather, helping her from the car. Heather thanks Marco for the ride and wraps her arm in mine, as I lead her into the building. We take the elevator to the 12th floor and the exclusive Volterra eatery. Heather's eyes are wide as we enter the opulent space, dark woods, marble and soft light throughout. Tomaso greets me with a hug.

"Patrick! Welcome back. It's been too long!"

"Tomaso! Hi! Yes, it's been a long while. But I promise to visit more often. May I introduce Heather?"

"Buonasera bellissima!" he says, taking Heather's offered hand, bending over it in a flourish, kissing the back.

"Grazie Signore!" Heather say softly.

"Aaahhhhhhh! Patrick! You have brought a true woman to me!" he laughs!

"No, I'm sorry Tomaso. I'm a fraud! I heard that on the Godfather!" she giggles.

"Even better... an honest woman... the only one I know of!" he booms.

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Patrick places his hand on her bare back and waist again, just as he did this week, and the shiver runs through her... again. Tomaso starts them through the establishment and Heather is acutely aware of his hand on her skin, his presence right beside and slightly behind her, guiding her, displaying her yet at the same time protecting her. Her senses are heightened, feeling the small jewels bounding against her breasts under the wispy fabric of the halter, the others at her waist tickling her as she moves, feeling her breasts swaying, feeling the short skirt swishing on her thighs, feeling the ball bumping pleasantly around her clit, feeling the night air against her bare pussy. She is practically naked, yet she knows he picked these things for her to wear, and she is happy to be his eye candy, to be his property, to be his. She is his possession, the black satin collar marks her, but it's so much more. A shiver runs through her as she brings her hand up, touching the satin at her neck for a moment... she wonders how it came to be that she is his woman... and what's more, that she wants to be his woman, wants to wear his collar.

Tomaso leads them through the dining area and out onto the rooftop patio overlooking the East river and the Manhattan skyline. Each table is placed to allow all patrons to have at least a portion of the view, but still privacy with strategically placed plants and vine draped lattice, but he has saved the best for Patrick, placing them into the north corner, providing a panoramic view of it all... the city skyline, the river, the bridge, the setting sun... they can even see the Statue of Liberty off in the distance to the left. Patrick pulls her chair out in a gentlemanly gesture, bending behind her, kissing her neck softly.

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"Heather, you are the most gorgeous creature I have ever seen..." he whispers. "It appears Madeline and her angels agree with you!"

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Heather shivers at his words as he sits beside her, putting his hand out on the table, palm up. Her fingers tremble and her heart flutters as she places her hand in his, as she knows he wants, like his good girl should. It is a very public gesture that is quickly gaining deep meaning for her. They quietly enjoy the view and soon a waitress brings water and a single menu, handing it to Patrick. As he starts to review the items, Heather looks back at the waitress as she leaves, wondering where her menu is, but one isn't offered. She looks to Patrick, but he only smiles and continues to read.

"Heather, would you like to try the Pasta Alla Norma or the Parmigiana di Melanzane?

"Sir?" she looks at him with a question.

"I wish to take care of you all evening, in all things. I intend to free you from all decisions and anxiety associated with any choices and selections. It is like I described in our first correspondence."

"Ok," she smiles shyly, not really knowing either dish. "the Parmigiana I think...?"

The waitress returns and he orders.

"I'll have the Stracci di Antrodoco and the lady will have Parmigiana di Melanzane. We'll start with bruschetta and the house red. Tomaso knows the one I like."

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The sommelier brings them a fine bottle, displaying it for Heather, asking her if she approves in a quiet, reserved manner. She looks to me, questioning, and I nob slightly.

"Yes, I think this will be very good." she smiles sweetly at him, putting her hand on his softly.

Her smile and touch has an immediate affect and the sommelier comes alive, explaining the virtues and lineage of this particular bottle, describing it's tasting notes, even pouring a small sip for Heather.

"Sir, I'm sorry, I haven't much experience in fine wines. But I would love to learn... what is your name?" she glances up at him, again her sweet smile completely engaging and charming without effort.

"Alberto, signora!" he smiles widely, not used to being more than an after thought for most wealthy patrons.

"Please sit if you have time Alberto." she invites.

I watch as Alberto pulls out the chair beside her and sits, engaging her in the tasting, walking her through each stage of the sip, the tastes she could perceive, all the way to the finish. Heather laughs and chats with the older man who clearly knows his wines and how to taste. I have not seen him before, but make a note to speak to Tomaso about him and pay my compliments. Heather is clearly enjoying his knowledge and I love how she seems to innocently charm everyone she meets. Smiling, I simply watch her dazzle the old man.

"Excellente signora!" Alberto smiles broadly as she finishes tasting the fine wine.

"Please Alberto... call me Heather."

"Excellente, Heather!" he smiles, taking her hand, bending over it with a simple flourish, kissing the back lightly in an elegant and all together wonderful gesture.

Alberto pours a glass for Heather, then for me, smiling, before setting the bottle carefully to the side, bowing slightly before retreating.

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"Oh my gosh, Patrick, sir... he was so charming!"

"Heather, you had him eating out of the palm of your hand!" he laughs.

She turns and smiles at Patrick, blushing. He returns her look and places his hand on the table again. Glancing down, Heather brings her hand to his and purposefully places it in his. As he clasps her hand gently in his, he leans, and kisses her cheek gently.

"... good girl..." he says softly under his breath.

Heather shivers and sits back into the chair, looking out over the river, watching the sun set behind the buildings as he watches her in silence. She feels his eyes on her, and she feels anxious... not nervous, but eager... and wanting of what the evening holds. Sipping her wine quietly, she is fidgety, unsettled in how Patrick simply stares at her. Crossing and recrossing her legs, feeling the orb playing there on her skin, she takes a deep breath, feeling her chest rising, her breasts moving under the halter, knowing that he sees it all. She is very sensitive to her apparel... the brief halter exposing her side, her entire back, much of her cleavage... the short skirt sitting low on her waist and high on her thighs, revealing her smooth stomach and long legs. She glances at him, and he is looking. She wants him to look, she wants her appearance to please him.

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Heather shifts and seems jittery as I let my eyes wander over her. After meeting Heather this morning, Madeline suggested the halter and skirt, assuring me I would be pleased. And I am... very. The halter is simply covering her breasts, that is all. I am able to see the side of her wonderful left breast, one of the many stars winking at me from her skin, all her cleavage, and her entire back is bare save for the thin string holding it together. The moon and stars adorning her skin are playful and tantalizing. The nose stud winks at me alluringly, a look I have always loved. And my eyes frequently pause on the thin black line of Ogham script between her breasts. "Good Girl.' I will have to compliment Mara for the fine work. Heather stirs again, shifting in her seat, recrossing her heavenly legs, carefully smoothing the hem to cover her very upper thighs and what I know lays bare beyond.

"Sir... Rule Two: I am yours. I shall consider myself your property. I belong to you and only to you. My mind, body and spirit are yours," she says quietly into the night, knowing that she is not to share herself with anyone else but me other than what I allow.

I return my eyes to her lovely form, tracing my eyes along her left leg, the stars making a wonderful celestial trail on her incredible and glowing skin. I move up and beyond the skirt, seeing the waist chain, the small diamonds sparkling against her body just about the skirt and the naval ring. The look is alluring and sexy, just as I was hoping it would be. And the stars continue from under the skirt, then disappear again under the halter, emerging again along her left breast. Heather is exquisite... and she is mine.

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Heather feels incredible pride and beams as his eyes move over her. The more he looks, the more elated she is. She has never considered herself beautiful or gorgeous, much less sexy. Yet the hunger in his eyes, and the looks from so many people as they walked through Volterra, men and women alike work to convince her otherwise. Perhaps she should believe them. Perhaps she is... hot.

As the waitress brings their bruschetta, her mind wanders to the rest of the evening. She knows how she looks tonight pleases him greatly. And she loves looking good for him. And the week and more gone by, she has discovered a buried sexuality she didn't know she had. He pulled it from her so easily, with little to no effort. She shivers briefly remembering the violent orgasms, her incredible wetness... but mostly, she remembers the feel of his cock against her skin as he ejaculated over her body... and she wants more. She glances at him as he samples the bruschetta squeezing his hand.

"Heather?" he asks, looking at her.

"Sir..." she blushes, hesitating.

"Yes, my sweet...?" he smiles, bringing her hand to his lips, kissing it softly. "Please tell me what's going on behind those beautiful eyes."

Heather sighs, closing her eyes, feeling like a school girl. But she gathers her courage and opens her eyes, feeling a quiet calmness settle over her. Leaning in towards him...

"sir... I do want to serve you, in whatever way you need or want. I want you to know that I meant everything I messaged you yesterday..."

A shiver runs through her as she gets the words out, knowing exactly what she means... knowing he knows exactly what she means too.

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I feel a ripple of sexual anticipation rip through me and my cock hardens. I take a breath and struggle to remain composed, but I know she must surrender to me before she can truly be mine.

"I know my sweet. You wish to be a good girl." I say calmly, disguising my excitement with effort. "What have your studies showed you? What is it you desire?"

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Heather's mind races through all the videos and links he shared, all the research she has done. In all of it, the idea of cock worship seems the most submissive thing she could ever do. Heather feels a shock rip through her body as she pictures herself kneeling before him, opening his pants, releasing his throbbing cock. Then her mind goes back to one of the first links he asked her to review, she remembers watching it at the library. The girl, kneeling between her man's knees, looking up at him, talking to him as she prepares to serve him, talking as she strokes and sucks and licks him, talking to him all the way until he explodes in her mouth, on her face, on her body.

"Sir..." she whispers, not looking at him, just speaking out into the night. "I want to kneel before you and serve your cock, with my hands... with my lips... with my body."

Even as she finishes the words, she still can't believe they came out of her mouth. A few short weeks ago, she never would have said anything like this. Yet, it's exactly what she wants to do... she wants to serve him... tonight. And to her amazement, she is absolutely calm. Her body is excited, her nipples hard as rock, her clit hums eagerly, yet she feels entirely free in it.

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I feel a tremendous wave of anticipation and want wash over my body, a wild, strong tremor sweeping through me. Heather looks at me with her endless green eyes, passion burning deep inside, but with quiet, confident purpose too and I know I am lost. My journey started at that fateful charity event. It started as a conquest, a taking, but it has become something well beyond what I ever envisioned.

Heather sits up in her chair, turning towards me. As she leans in, I turn to face her, her eyes intense, blond strands falling delicately about her face, the small star on her cheek shimmering, the small clear stone in her nose sparkling... she is like a divine being. As she leans in, she sets her left hand on my arm, while her right rests on my knee, then slowly slides up.

"Sir... " she blushes, but remains steady. "I want to feel you again... and to feel your seed... and to taste you."

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Heather feels completely sure of what she is doing. Her fingers slide discretely along the inside of his thigh, knowing her position is allowing her halter to fall away, allowing him to see her breasts. His eyes flick down, sees what she is offering him to see, but as her fingers brush over his fully erect cock, he looks back into her eyes. She can feel his excitement, the tension, his tremendous want and need. She grasps him through his trousers, feeling him throb and pulse powerfully. She wants to seduce him, wants desperately to please him, to serve him.

"I am going to please you tonight..." she says quietly, licking her lips, trying to do and say exactly what he desires of her.

She feels entirely inexperienced, but confident, remembering vividly how all those women treated the men on the videos he asked her to watch. Patrick never does anything without purpose and intent, and those scenes weren't just random... they were instructions, telling her what he wants and finds exciting. His cock twitches eagerly, telling her she is right, that he does want this from her. Slowly, never letting her eyes leave his, she leans in and kisses him very softly, just brushing his lips before leaning back, withdrawing her hand, yet still holding his eyes, seeing the thrill there. She knows she is his, she wants to be his. But she realizes in surrendering herself to him, he belongs to her too.

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I am left gasping as she releases me and slides her hand back down my leg, yet her eyes hold mine firm. She knows exactly what she's doing and she knows that just as she is giving herself to me, that I am hers in return. I take a long, slow breath, leaning back, trying to relax after her incredible teasing, and Heather giggles. I laugh and sip at my wine, acknowledging what she already knows.

I ask again about her day with Madeline and her staff. Heather turns, beaming, jumping through the incredible pampering and care at The St. Laurent. She praises Mara and the rest of the staff, each by name and absently brushes a hair out of her eye, letting her fingers trail over her cheek and over the collar at her neck. The diamond studded satin wraps snugly around her delicate neck, looking quite elegant and sexy. Heather glances at me, noticing what I'm looking at.

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"Rule Four: I shall be marked as yours. These markings will be labels, or directly on my skin, or as an adornment, or other marking as you desire, sir."

Heather has felt the collar... his collar... the entire evening, ever since she slipped it around her neck and felt the lock snap closed. She knows she can't remove it, that only he can do that. And she wants to wear it, is happy to wear it. She turns to face him again, looking into his dark eyes.

"sir... I belong to you and will wear your collar as long as you wish me to."

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I look into Heather's eyes and then look down over her perfect body, barely concealed in the revealing gold satin. She leans back into her chair, sitting up straight, crossing her long legs, her eyes sparkling... she is displaying herself for me... proudly... eagerly. She is everything that I have hoped for... and so much more. Sitting back, I enjoy the moment... the sun setting over the city, the lights winking across the water... the breeze is light and pleasant, the wine fantastic... and beside me sits my dream. The shimmering gold halter and skirt display her pure perfection, and yet, I know a garbage bag would look sexy on her. I reach over and brush a stray strand of her soft blond hair off her cheek and she smiles at me, bringing her hand up, tucking the strand behind her ear.

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Heather shivers as his fingers brush her cheek. She smiles softly at Patrick and looks out at the city as the sun slips below the horizon, the lights of the Manhattan skyline dominating.

"Patrick... sir... thank you for sharing this wonderful spot with me. I can't imagine a better view of the city."

"I'm glad you like it my sweet. Volterra has been one of my favorite spots ever since Madeline suggested it to me years ago."

"Please tell me you don't own it..." Heather teases.

"No," I chuckle. "But I've been tempted to invest. Tomaso knows his business and has never needed my help, although I've offered. Shall we take a look?"

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I stand and take Heather's hand, bringing her to the low brick rail to give her a better view. Yet my view is the better. I absently describe the skyline of New York... the tower, Empire State building, several others, Staten Island to the south, the Statue of Liberty. But as Heather stands beside me, I cannot help myself, my eyes wandering over her freely... staring really. And beyond her, the other patrons seated near the wall can't help but notice her, staring opening. The older gentleman at the next table looks long at Heather, then meets my eyes, smirks and nods his head.

Heather stands next to me in profile, pointing out at the night, the light breeze caressing the wisps of her hair, tugging at the halter and skirt. She looks at me with a question about the view, her green eyes deep pools for me to spend an eternity, her skin golden tan, smooth... and as I place my hand on her slender shoulder...soft. Heather smiles at my touch, a smile I find completely devastating.

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Heather shivers at his touch as he describes the view, the words melting on her ears... she honestly hears nothing he says. She knows he is watching her, she knows she pleases him, and she wants to please him. She also knows the other tables can now see her... and she knows he is displaying her, letting them look and admire, but also letting them know that she belongs to him. She moves forward a step, leaning her hips against the low brick wall, leaning out slightly, letting him... and them... see all of her. She keeps her legs straight, knowing more than feeling the skirt rising slightly in back, letting him see her long legs, letting him see her small, tight ass. Her halter falls away from her a bit, the wind moving the thin, revealing garment, and tucks her hand against her chest, knowing she should not show them everything... that seeing all of her is a privilege only for him... only for him.

Placing a hand on the wide ledge, she leans just a bit more, knowing he is looking, teasing him, tantalizing him... pleasing him. Keeping her legs straight, she bends at the waist, knowing the light skirt will lift and hang perfectly, showing off her smooth hips and firm butt. Heather feels all the eyes on her and feels intoxicated in the moment, bringing her hands up, lightly brushing her hair, posing for him. Then he is there, stepping behind her, wrapping her strong arms around her thin body, his lips at her neck, releasing a long low almost growling moan. In this moment, he is showing them all that she completely and utterly belongs to him... and she shivers knowing it's true.

"My sweet, if you continue teasing me, we will never make it home."

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I take her hand and step away from the wall, leading her back towards the table. With a quick pivot, Heather faces me, turning her face up to mine, her deep green eyes sparkling, her lips smiling slightly. She is seducing me, tempting me... teasing me, and if I don't resist her, we won't indeed make it back to the hotel. She brings her arms up over my shoulders, her hands behind my neck, pulling me close, looking up with her beautiful eyes, her lips finding mine, kissing me hard, passionate and eager. I pull her close, kissing her hard in return, feeling my blood rising, my cock hardening, knowing I must stop or go beyond what I can contain. With a great effort, I pull back from her sweet lips, and she again looks up at me... her eyes trying to draw me in, begging me. Suddenly, she laughs playfully, stepping back, leading me back to the table. In this moment, I know that as much as she is mine, I completely belong to her.

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Heather smiles as he seats her, but her body is reacting to how quickly he hardened against her body... her nipples fully erect, her pussy lips open, moisture already gathering. Taking a long sip of her water, she tries to calm herself. To her relief, Tomaso comes with two servers, laying out dinner for them. She takes several calming breaths but beginning to eat. Her dinner is delicious and she looks at Patrick, wondering how he knew that she would enjoy the dish. But she's not surprised, he seems to know everything about her, to the smallest detail.

They eat quietly, enjoying the food, the cool night air, more wine and the tremendous skyline across the shimmering water. Yet all the while, her mind keeps racing over what is to come. She pictures him laying back, his cock standing tall, throbbing, covered in his pre-cum... of crawling between his legs, running her fingers up his strong thighs... of grasping him, feeling him pulse in her hand... or bending over it, placing her lips on the tip... of tasting him... Heather gasps silently, feeling her clit throb, reacting to her imaginations. Setting her fork aside, she takes a sip of her wine, then wipes at her mouth with the cloth napkin.

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"Sir? Might I go to the restroom?"

"Of course, Heather. Are you feeling ok?"

"Yes, I'm fine sir."

Heather slips from her chair, walking away, her hips swaying seductively, the gold ensemble draping her body exquisitely, knowing I am watching her, and all the adornments, the moon, the stars, the jewelry. Sitting back in my chair, I sip at my wine, completely enjoying our dinner, yet what is to come tantalizes me, her teasing words painting a brilliant picture in my mind, a picture I want desperately.

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Heather let's her hips sway, knowing Patrick will watch her. She can feel his eyes on her and she feels sexy, the skirt caressing her skin, her breasts bouncing slightly under the thin, revealing halter. She knows many of the patrons are watching her, she feels it. And even though she feels very exposed, she feels confident and happy... she knows she belongs to Patrick. Shortly, she returns through the bar and sees Marco sitting with a large pasta dish and a glass of wine before him.

"Hi Marco!" she smiles. "I hope your dinner is good!" she continues, discretely setting a small note next to him, before continuing out towards the patio.

Two Arabic men near the bar watch her blatantly, but she just stares back at them, then rolls her eyes.

"bitch..." one of them spits contemptuously.

"What?" Heather turns quickly, approaching the man, slapping him firmly.

"FUCKING BITCH!" the man exclaims, his chair sliding back as he stands, yet he quickly sits, his eyes looking past her.

"Ma'am are you ok?" a quiet voice asks from behind.

Heather turns to see a small, well-dressed man standing behind her, a soft smile on his face, but his dark eyes watch the man. Heather notices the next table where three large Italian men sit, all staring silently, but menacingly at the the men.

"Yes, I'm fine, Thank you!"

The man takes her hand, kissing it softly, then gently places Heather to the side, stepping to the table where the two men sit quietly.

"My friends, your meal is done. Please enjoy your evening." he smiles coldly, gesturing towards the door. "Your bill will be taken care of."

The two men exit silently and quickly, clearly intimidated by this diminutive man. As Heather's eyes follow them, Marco stands only a few steps away, muttering something to the men as they hurry quickly past.

"Marco, please, return to your dinner, I will see to the lady," the man smiles. "Bourbon?"

"Yes Tony. Bourbon would be wonderful."

Heather is baffled as the man turns back to her.

"Patrick is a lucky man my dear... bellissima!" the man grins, speaking in accented English. "You are with Patrick, yes?"

"Yes, sir..." Heather says softly. "Thank you so very much. I should hold my temper..."

"You were magnificent and I admire you. If you are ever again in my neighborhood, you will need not worry about men like these infamati!" he says the last word as a curse.

Tony gestures with his hand, leading her to the bar and orders two shots. The bartender has them laid out almost before he asks. He raises his in salute and Heather laughs, tipping back the burning liquor quickly.

"Patrick works on a business deal this weekend, correct?"

"Yes, I believe so, but I don't know much of it. The board wishes to tear up the company, but Patrick wants to save it."

"Yes. I admire him for it. He is Irish, but we hold him in high regard. Do you wish to help him?"

"Yes, more than anything."

"Yes, of course. I do this as a favor for you my dear, as an apology for the insult you have suffered. Tomorrow morning, I will call on you. Please take this key as a gesture to my sincerity."

Heather looks down and immediately recognizes the Mercantile bank key, as Tony slides it on the bar.

Heather smiles softly, placing the key in her clutch.

"Tony... thank you!" she leans in and gives the charming man a light kiss on the cheek.

"Bello!" Tony laughs loudly, turning to the men at the table. "Careful with this one my boys. She is true signorina!!!"

Tony kisses Heather's hand again and gestures towards the patio. "Patrick awaits... and please, not a word of our arrangement"

"Certainly Signore!"

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I am about to go and look for Heather when she comes around the corner, smiling brightly. She lets her hips sway seductively, looking at me without flinching as she returns to her chair.

"I'm sorry sir, but I stopped to say hello to Marco. Several moments disappeared before I realized I had been gone longer than I intended. Please forgive me?"

Heather's eyes twinkle as she looks at me and I could never be upset with her. I place my hand on the table and she smiles sweetly again, placing her hand in mine. I sip at my drink for a few minutes and Heather simply sits quietly, watching me.

"Sir? How as your day today?"

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"I fear, not great. The board sits 12 members plus the chairman. Mark Anderson. The chairman has no vote, unless the board vote is split and has voted three times. Then he breaks the tie. Mr. Anderson has several board members in his pocket... I'm not sure what he has promised them, but he is dead set on chopping up the company, gutting the pension and tearing it apart. Thursday, I tried to persuade members to move, but none would. Today, I worked to secure financing, but I have a lot of work to do to save the company, even if I can."

"I'm sorry. Can I help at all?"

"I'm afraid not my sweet... unless you can crack Mark Anderson."

Heather smiles to herself, taking a sip at her wine. She wants so badly to tell Patrick that she can help him but she knows she can't. Yet she is excited knowing that she will talk to Tony tomorrow and maybe help Patrick save this company.

====

Before long, Marco is driving them back across the Brooklyn bridge. Heather leans into Patrick, her head on his strong shoulder, but she keeps her hand carefully on his knee, not moving up his thigh. She knows she has teased him enough. Trying to keep herself calm, she sits up as they hit Manhattan, asking about the landmarks, but in reality, distracting herself... and Patrick. Marco reaches 5th avenue and turns north.

"Where are we going Patrick?"

"I leased a place on the Park. I have been in New York quite a bit over the last few months, and wanted a place I could come and go without the fuss. It's on the top floor, the 14th with a small pool on a patio looking southwest. I think you will enjoy it."

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From the moment Heather leaned into me, my pulse has been racing. I struggle to control my breathing and sense of calm. I know Heather is doing the same. The sexual tension is palatable. Marco pulls into the building and I get out on the street side, quickly moving around the car, helping Heather from the vehicle. I feel a tremendous rush as she steps from the car... she is a dream... her long luscious legs adorned in the tantalizing stars, her slender, toned arms, as she places her hand in mine, the large shining moon adorning her smooth and slim shoulder. Her skin is soft and supple and glowing. She steps to the sidewalk and places her arm in mine as I lead her up the stairs. We enter the elevator and as soon as the door closes, Heather presses herself to me, wrapping her arms around my neck, kissing me hard.

My cock responds immediately and I feel Heather's hand along the inside of my leg, pressing at me. She wraps her fingers around my shaft through my slacks and I throb powerfully. My arms wrap around her, pulling her tight. I feel her breasts pressed against me, her nipples rock hard and I kiss her hard in return, growling low and long.

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Heather feels his cock pulsing in her hand and she gasps into his mouth, feeling his strong arms around her, pulling her tight against him. The elevator dings and as the doors open, Patrick takes her hand urgently in his, leading her into the private entry. He presses the code into the door hurriedly and pulls her into the beautiful space. Patrick moves to embrace her, yet she puts a calm hand on his chest.

"Sir. I wish to take care of you... to pamper you... to... worship you..." her words catch in her throat... as she knows what she will be worshiping.

Patrick smiles, but his eyes are on fire, his need and want of her ready to burst from him. Heather takes a deep breath but feels incredibly calm. She takes his hand and leads him into the living room where a bottle of blue spot sits on the side bar. Marco was able to take care of her discrete request at the bar before her encounter with Tony. She places Patrick into a chair and turns to the bar, placing a single large round cube into a crystal glass before pouring a couple fingers of the brown liquor. Smiling, she hands the glass to Patrick.

"Sir, please enjoy your drink while I take care of a few things."

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I watch Heather as she moves to the bar, pouring me the drink. I notice the blue spot and wonder how she got it here, but figure Marco had something to do with it. She turns and moves through the french doors, into the large bedroom, looking back over her shoulder at me with a seductive smile before disappearing. My cock throbs still, but my pulse is slowly coming under control. I am eager and wanting, anticipating what is to come. Her words from earlier echoing in my mind. I hear her moving in the other room, but wait impatiently, sipping at my drink. I am mildly curious what she is up to but simply wait.

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Heather moves quickly, but not in a rush. Walking into the rest room, she gathers several towels and brings them to the bed. She pulls the blankets down carefully folding them before laying out the towels. Gathering the pillows, she stacks them against the head board, preparing a place for him to be comfortable. She gazes around the room, taking a deep breath, her anticipation and nerves growing by the second.

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It seems like an eternity but in a few minutes, Heather reappears, walking towards me with a playful smile on her face, her eyes smouldering. She stops a few steps from me. With slow purpose, her eyes never leaving mine, she reaches behind her back, pulling at the strings holding the halter. As the sexy top hangs, her hands move up behind her neck, pulling at the string, releasing it from her neck. Without a second thought, she lets it fall to the ground, revealing her perfect breasts to my eyes. Her fingers move to the snowflakes covering her nipples, peeling off one, then the other, tossing them absently to a nearby table.

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Heather watches him, watches his eyes on her body, on her breasts. His hand trembles slightly as he sips at his drink and the tremendous bulge in his pants speak to how excited he is. Her fingers move down to the zipper of the skirt, slowly pulling it down, letting the skirt slip on her hips, until, in a flutter of light satin, it falls to the ground. She steps out of it, kicking it aside, also forgotten. Slowly, tantalizing him, she removes the waist chain and it's heavy gold orb, the earrings, the bracelet and anklet, removing all except the naval and nose rings. Lastly, she steps out of the shoes, kicking them playfully across the room. Patrick smiles, laughing in his sexually charged tension. All that remains is the collar at her neck.

"Rule eight: Your comfort and pleasure shall be my top priority. To this end, I will provide comfort and sexual services as requested by you, or I may request to provide services. I will study and learn more about such techniques to continually improve the quality of these services."

Heather moves before him, kneeling, feeling her nakedness, feeling her excitement and anxiety. She is sure of what she wants in this moment, but as she sets her hands on his knees, her fingers tremble visibly. She raises her eyes to his, sees the fiery need and want, then, unable to help herself, looks down to the bulge in his pants, telling her of his sexual arousal.

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"...sir... I want to serve you tonight... to serve... your cock..." she says quietly, shyly.

I sip my drink again and can't help my fingers from shaking. The whiskey settles my nerves a bit, but her eyes, her soft hands on my knees, her perfect body keep me wanting and yearning. My cock throbs in my pants and I want what she offers, yet I wait. In this moment, giving into my carnal desires could ruin what needs to happen. She needs to give herself to me, to give me exactly what she is saying. In order for her to be mine, she must give herself to me first.

Her eyes look up at me, and I can see her desires there too, mixed with her innocence and inexperience. She wants what she has seen in the links and research I have asked her to do. She wants the world that I have shown her, yet her shyness gives her pause. I see her eyes flick down, seeing the large tent in my pants.

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Heather watches Patrick, uncertain, waiting. Her mind flashes back to all her research, to all those girls kneeling before their men. Those girls didn't wait, they teased, they talked, they let those men know what they were going to do. Her heart races and she is unsure in this moment. Tentatively, she runs her tongue over her lips... wanting to tease him, but in truth, half in doubt.

"Sir..." she hesitates.

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I watch her tongue move over her lips and I can feel her nervous energy. She wants to serve me, she wants me, but she doesn't know how to say it.

"Heather, my sweet, tell me..." I smile softly.

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Heather's heart skips a beat as he asks her.

"sir... I want to be your good girl..." she smiles sweetly, " I want to serve you like those girls did..."

Heather's mind flashes to images of woman, their lips sliding along long cocks, tongues licking at the hard flesh, jets of sperm erupting onto their faces and bodies, triggering her clit to throb. Slowly, she slides her hands up his legs, her fingers still trembling in anxious want and need in the moment. As she nears his cock, she can feel the heat, the throbbing. Letting her fingers lightly move over him, her clit pulses, her nipples are instantly erect. Slowly, she opens his belt, then unbuttons his pants, before tugging the zipper down. His boxers are hot, and a wet stain darkens the cotton at his tip. Her fingers slip over the wetness and she feels him there, his seed. Her body reacts quickly, her pussy lips opening, her wetness quickly gathering.

"Patrick... I am going to pleasure your cock. I am going to stroke you. I am going to lick you. I am going to suck you," she whispers, shocked to hear the words leave her mouth.

With Patrick's help, she pulls at his pants, slipping them down, removing his shoes and socks as well. She looks up at him again, smiling, trying to look sexy, trying to let him know that she desires him. Licking her lips, she feels a bit more sure of herself in it. Again, she slides her hands up his legs, feeling his smooth skin, his muscular body. She presses her palm flat on his bulging cock and feels him, hard, hot, desiring. Her fingers move along the waist of his boxers and pulls at them, bringing the waist down a bit, revealing the tip. He is wet and shiny, drooling small amounts of his excitement, just as she feels her own excitement drooling from her slit.

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My cock throbs wildly as she pulls my boxers down. She works my boxers down and my cock stands tall before her. Her eyes focus on it, her fingers grazing along the shaft, causing me to throb even more. Then, slowly, purposefully, she looks up at me, her eyes clear green shining in endless want and pleasure.

"I am going to please you sir... I am going to please your cock..."

Her fingers move to the base, wrapping around me, grasping it in her soft, gentle hand, standing my cock tall. And with her eyes locked on mine, she leans in, and I feel her breath lightly. Her lips open slightly, and she continues to lean in, her lips closer and closer until I feel her lips kissing the tip...

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Heather leans in, slowly, her eyes locking on to him... staring at the tip, shiny with his precum. She feels her clit throbbing as she parts her lips and slowly... slowly, she kisses his tip.

Several things happen at once... First, she tastes him for the first time, a strange and wonderful sensation. Second, her clit spasms wildly causing her hips to buck powerfully. Third, her body detonates.

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Heather looks up at me with a puzzled look in her eyes...

"Patrick? Sir?" she gasps and she is lost. "oh my god!!!"

Her entire body shudders and she gasps again, loudly, her hands grabbing onto my legs, hanging on as her body convulses brutally. Green eyes stare up at me in disbelief as her body succumbs to a sudden, ferocious onslaught.

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Heather gasps again as another spasm hits her, shaking her entire body. Her entire pussy explodes, releasing a heavy burp of her juices. The cataclysm is crazily intense and utterly destructive. She starts to collapse, but senses Patrick there, holding her up as her vision blurs, going black. Her body jerks again, and she feels as if her stomach is ripping open, sensing more than knowing that her body is ejaculating unlike anything she has experienced, even in the unbelievable recent days. Her mind is consumed by insane pleasure, incredible disbelief and sheer loss of control.

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As Heather's body erupts, I lean up quickly, grabbing her shoulders and pulling her in. Her entire body is shuddering and trembling and quivering. She is literally panting, looking up at me without really seeing, her mind lost in the internal tempest consuming her. She has gone from a slow, seduction to an astonishingly powerful orgasm in absolutely no time.

"ffffuuuuuuccccckkkkkkk!" she gasps!

She desperately hangs on to me as a cradle her in, her lungs heaving as she gasps loudly over and over, unable to control herself. Her body convulses with overwhelming intensity as her eyes look up at me in a disbelieving plea... like she doesn't understand what's happening. And without warning, she cries out as her entire body spasms so powerfully that she almost rips herself from my hands.

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Heather is lost as darkness closes in, wrapping her in pleasure so intense she can't comprehend it.

"what is happening?" her mind thinks as she passes into oblivion.

She doesn't know how long she drifts in the swirling blackness, colors flashing wildly in her mind like bolts of lightning, wonderful and rapturous sensations coursing through her entire body. Vaguely, she knows he is there, cradling her in, kissing her, whispering into her ear, but she can't hear him, can't understand anything inside the storm swirling around her.

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Heather convulses and shudders for several minutes before going completely limp. I gather her in my arms, immediately noticing the incredible wetness between her legs. I carry her to the bed, laying her gently, sliding a pillow under her head and a thick towel under her lower half. She is so incredibly perfect. I stand admiring her sexy, star-lined body for a few moments before pulling the blankets over her sleeping form.

I return to the sitting area and smile seeing the wetness on the floor where she sat. My cock stiffens again as I think of what is to come, the incredible turn on her sexual capabilities hold for me. After another small drink, I step back into the bedroom, sliding into the bed beside her. Heather sleeps quietly, but as I move near, she reaches out unconsciously, pulling me in close, hugging me in her arms.

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Heather is vaguely aware of him near, yet the orgasmic bliss still holds her. Slowly, she returns to consciousness, opening her eyes, looking up at Patrick smiling over her.

"hello my sweet..."

She raises on her elbow, sliding to the side a bit, feeling the incredible wetness between her thighs as she moves her legs. Her face goes crimson in embarrassment.

"sir.... I'm so sorry... tonight was supposed to be about you..."

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I lean down and kiss her forehead gently and laugh softly.

"You are such an incredible woman, Heather!"

Heather looks up at me, smiling brightly, her eyes sparkling. I lean in again, giving her a light kiss. She wraps her arms around me again, snuggling in close under my chin... and I feel her incredible body soft and warm against me. My cock springs to life instantly.

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Heather holds onto to him, feeling completely happy and safe. He has seen everything that has caused her hurt and heartache in her past, and here he still is, accepting even the insane sexual reactions he has pulled from her body. She sighs remembering the incredible bliss her body released a short time ago and her clit pulses pleasantly. All from...

... kissing the tip of his... cock...

Heather's heart flutters as she goes back to the moment, the feel of her lips on his hot flesh, his taste, the pulsing throb of his member... her clits throbs as she relives that moment. She kisses his neck softly and slides her fingers along his arm, feels his body sigh deeply... and she knows instinctively that he is filled with need and want... and she wants to fulfill him... needs to fulfill him. She moves her hand slowly along his arm, to his stomach and lower... until her hand bumps into him, rock hard, the tip wet again with his precum. He throbs powerfully at her touch and he sighs out loud. She knows she needs to take care of his needs.

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Heather's fingers graze my cock and I gasp slightly, my cock pulsing strongly. She looks up at me, her green eyes sparkling and beautiful, before slowly sliding down my body. She slips her body along my side and pulls the blankets away, letting them fall to the floor, forgotten. Crawling between my legs, she trails her fingers slowly up my thighs, teasing my skin. Her fingers wrap around the base of my throbbing cock and she looks up past it, smiling playfully, her eyes lit with sexual desire.

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Heather sees the pure carnal lust burning in his eyes and feels a heavy flutter deep inside. She looks at his large penis in her hands, and carefully pulls it towards herself, taking great care, not sure how to handle him. She feels a wave of uncertainty at her inexperience and doesn't want to disappoint him, doesn't want to hurt him. Yet in many of the videos, the girl laid between the man's legs as she is now... Moving up between his legs a bit more, she props herself on her elbows, and lowers herself to him.

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"sir... I want to taste you... I want to please you..."

I watch with increasing anticipation as Heather holds me in her hands, lowering her lips to me. Her dazzling eyes look up at me, before her lips part, sliding the tip into her mouth. Gasping as I feel the warmth of her soft mouth on me, my cock throbs powerfully... I have waited for this moment for a long long time... she is giving herself to me... serving me. Her mouth is soft and tender and she moves very slow and deliberate, just her lips covering the tip of my eager cock. Heather looks up at me as she moves her lips a bit further until she takes my entire tip into her mouth, sucking at me very lightly.

"... you're such a good girl Heather..."

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Heather is lost in all the new sensations she is experiencing... his wonderful taste, his soft skin, the hardness of his shaft in her hands, the incredibly powerful pulsing. Her mind races over all her thoughts of what she would want to do in this moment, remembering in flashes all of the videos she has watched, but they are a flutter of blurred images and clutter. Her instincts take over and she uses her lips to caressing him, to tease him a little. And then she hears his words... "good girl" and she wants to please him, to be his good girl.

She slides her mouth a bit further onto him, feeling the head of his throbbing cock move over her tongue as her lips wrap around the first inch of his shaft. Another bit of his precum seeps into her mouth and she suckles as him, tasting it, savoring it. A shiver runs through her entire body and her clit throbs, but she feels much more in control than she did earlier. She loves having him in her mouth, more than she would have thought possible, and she is extremely excited, her pussy very wet, but she is still in control.

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Heather slides her lips a bit further down, sucking at me softly. My breaths are shallow and excited, and I know I need to control myself, to enjoy this moment. After a minute, I feel her tongue there, moving slowly side to side, moving over that most sensitive part under the head and I gasp loudly, my cock jerking in her mouth. She pulls back, releasing me to the the cool air and she smiles sweetly, her eyes bright and excited.

"I'm sorry sir... " she says shyly, uncertainly.

"You ARE a good girl, Heather... and you feel incredible... I am so excited!" I breath.

Heather giggles a little and moves her lips back to me, parting them a bit, but she pushes my shaft up, and kisses me tenderly under the tip. I hear the subtle sounds of her kisses along my skin as she turns her head, sliding down the shaft, kissing as she goes, all the way to the base. She lingers there for a few moments, then moves back up. I can hear her pleasant kisses as she nears the head.

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"... sir..." she whispers in a shy yet sweet voice..."... I love your cock... "

Heather blushes hotly as the words leave her mouth... but she does love it, more than she ever through she would. She moves her lips to the tip again, taking him into her mouth, and she pushes down at him, opening her mouth, sliding him further in this time, letting his cock fill her mouth until it she feels it there nearing the back. Her mind flashes to those girl who took cock all the way into their throats, but she doesn't think she will be able to do that... at least not yet...

She stares up and she knows he is enjoying her, she can see it in his dark and intense eyes, feel it in his pulsing cock, hear it in his deep and heavy breaths. Holding him in her mouth, she uses her tongue along the underside of his shaft, and he immediately sighs deeply again... he likes when she uses her tongue like this. She moves her head up an inch, then back down in a measured, unhurried pace, continuing to slither her tongue along him. And she continues to taste him as more of his seed oozes from his tip... and while she wants to go slowly and give him intense pleasure, she wants to taste it, for him to fill her mouth.

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I watch in pure sexual fascination as Heather services my cock. Her lips are smooth and soft, her tongue teasing under the shaft, her mouth incredibly warm and wet. My pulse is increasing rapidly, and I fight to control myself. Heather slides her head up and down just an inch at a time sending intense and extremely carnal sensations coursing up my spine. I grab at the sheets to either side of me, my breath coming in long and slow pulls, and I can hear the slight gasping as the air rushes between my lips.

"oh my god Heather, that feels so good..." I breath.

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Heather starts to move her mouth all the way to his tip, kissing at his flesh, then sliding back down, moving a bit faster now, feeling more and more comfortable in what she is doing. Patrick closes his eyes and she sees him clenching at the sheets. A thrill passes through her entire body... and she knows he is enjoying her, that she is making him feel good. She slides her mouth up and down smoothly, going at an easy pace. His cock is rock hard in her mouth, throbbing eagerly, and he is continuing to leak... and she is eager for more.

She can hear her lips moving on him now, a faint slurping sound in her ears... and it's incredibly sexy and hot. Patrick opens his eyes and watches her and Heather starts moving a bit faster... sliding up and down, opening her lips on him a bit, increasing the slurping sounds of her mouth. She sucks and drags her tongue along him and Patrick looks up, gasping loudly now... she knows she could take him soon, but she wants him to be delirious, to cum as hard as he ever has. Her lips slide up and she pauses at his tip, letting her lips linger, kissing him tenderly, letting him hear her do it. She backs from him, still holding him with both hands, and she smiles eagerly.

"Sir, I love your cock... you taste..." she hesitates, still amazed at the words coming from her... "... you taste so wonderful."

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Heather moves her hands up my shaft, stroking along my cock, the shaft wet and shiny with her saliva. Her eyes are hot and desirous, and I know she is enjoying me, enjoys pleasing me. Her delicate fingers hold my throbbing cock, but she is careful, not stimulating me, just holding me, relishing the feel of my thickness in her hands. My heart is racing and my blood is boiling and I simply want more.

"Heather, I want more... give me more... please!"

"yes sir..."

She moves her mouth immediately to me again, taking my cock into her mouth. She pushes herself down, moving my shaft deeper, and I know she is trying to take more of me than before...

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Heather pushes her mouth at him, feeling his head pushing at the back of her mouth, and she forces herself to go further, until she feels her gap reflex starting to hit... and she coughs heavily, pulling back hurriedly.

"I'm sorry sir... I'm am not very good at this..." she whispers, looking down.

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I sit up quickly, bringing my hand to her face, stroking her cheek.

"I feel so incredibly good my sweet... you are fantastic!"

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Heather giggles, looking up at him. With her left hand, she pushes him back and he lays down, while her right hand holds him. She turns her head to the side and starts kissing his shaft, sucking noisily at him, as she saw all those girls do.... and Patrick gasps, his hands grabbing at the sheets again. She moves to his base, kissing all the way, then with a quick, seductive smile, her eyes locked with his, she drags her tongue along his entire length, along the thick vein on his underside, pressing firmly on his skin as she reaches the tip, knowing that is where he is most sensitive. His heavy breath tells her she did it well. Again she kisses her way down his shaft, lingering near his base before again licking his entire long, hard pole to the tip again.

"I like licking you... you taste so wonderful... " she smiles, "... and you're so hard..."

She is starting to feel more confident in what she is doing... and what she is saying. Licking him is turning her on incredibly and she can feel herself oozing and wet. She continues kissing at his shaft, licking him, suckling him, moving a bit more urgently as her own lust in the moment continues to grow.

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My cock throbs wildly as she licks my shaft from bottom to top... so magnificently hot and sexy and tantalizing. I press my head into the pillow, looking up at the ceiling, hearing her lips kissing my flesh, feeling her tongue sliding up my entire shaft.

"oh my god, Heather!!!" I breath.

My balls start to tighten and I know I can't hold out very long. I want to control it, to last longer, yet I've waiting for her for so long, have anticipated this moment for so long. I lift my head again, watching her eyes as she licks my fleshy pole from base to tip. Heather pauses, looking at me, and she knows.

"I know you are ready sir... " her eyes intense.

Quickly, she lowers her lips over the head and pushes her mouth onto me fast and deep, sucking me in.

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Heather pushes his shaft deep into her mouth and quickly withdraws, watching his eyes the entire time. They are dark and intense, but also distant and glassy. His cock pulses vigorously in her mouth and she moves quickly back up, then pushes down again. She bobs her head up and down now, moving smoothly, not rushed... moving with eager intent and purpose. His pleasure in this moment is her only consideration... she wants to make him feel better than he ever has... and she will be his good girl and give him all... everything.

Her lips glide along his rock hard shaft as she moves up and down... up and down... up and down. Her mouth is getting wetter and wetter and soon, she is slobbering at him noisily... in one of the most erotic sounds she has ever heard... like she heard on the videos, but now, it's her, her mouth sucking a man's cock... his cock... Patrick's cock... Master's cock. And it's not only her mouth that's wet, but her pussy is literally dripping, she feels it on her thighs and wetting the towel beneath her.

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I watch her lips sliding up and down my glistening shaft and my balls are seething. She is drawing gasping breaths from me and I know I won't last long... can't last long. Her mouth is warm, her lips silky smooth as she glides up and down. And all the while, she watches me, her eyes glittering and sparkling. I feel my legs starting to shake and my cock pulsates with the intense pleasure she is giving me.

"heather... oh... oh... " I gasp. "I am getting so close..."

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Heather hears his words and wants him to explode for her, but her instincts tell her to wait, to pause. Raising up his shaft, she sucks at him hard, hearing his head pop loudly from her lips. Her eyes lock on his and she smiles devilishly, licking at him, teasing him. Each time she licks at him, he gasps loudly, and she knows she could take him any time she wishes. But not quite yet... not yet.

"sir... I love your cock... it's so hard... and big... and thick..." she whispers, remembering how all those girls spoke to their men.

She moves her lips over the head, sucking at him strongly for a moment, before pulling back with a loud sucking sound.

"I love kissing you, tasting you..."

She kisses his tip, indeed tasting him, letting her lips suck at his incredibly soft and fleshy tip... a long and lewd and loud kiss, letting him hear it.

"Sir, I want to make you cum for me..." she whispers seductively, adding to the sexual tension.

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I look down at her in a cloud of lust and greedy need. My cock wants her mouth again, needs to feel her lips again.

"Heather... I want... oh my god..." I breath.

My cock twitches in her small hand still wrapped around the base and her eyes tell me she knows how close I am... but she waits... teasing me... tantalizing me... she has me in the palm of her hand and she knows it.

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He is gasping and breathing heavily... and it's because of her... and she revels in it... in serving him... in pleasing him. He has given her so many earth shattering orgasms in the short two weeks she has known him and she has been contemplating this moment for days. She is ready.

"sir... I want to take you... " she whisper up at him... but her shyness is still there... "please sir... maybe I?"

"yes please Heather..." he whispers with a gasp. "... please..."

As she moves her lips to him again, she knows she is serving him, giving herself to him... but she is also taking him, taking his orgasm from him... claiming him for her own in this sexually charged moment. Serving him, pleasing him, taking him... it is all she can think of.

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I watch in eager anticipation as Heather's lips move over the head of my aching cock. Her eyes lock onto mine as she slides me into her mouth, sucking at me, her tongue moving under the shaft, causing me to throb and pulse. My fingers pull at the sheet beneath me and I feel my balls tensing, my lust growing, my orgasm building fast. As the head of my cock pushes at the back of her throat, I sigh deeply and gasp out loud. Her eyes twinkle and she knows she has me on the edge... that she can take me at any time.

She pushes up a bit more, propping herself with her hands on my thighs, pulling her knees up under herself. Her hair falls around her face, covering all that she is doing. I feel her suck at me powerfully, then pull back, leaving my slick cock standing tall before her. Her hand slides under a towel and she tucks her hair into a pony tail. She smiles shyly and grasps the base of my cock again.

"Patrick... sir... master... " she whispers, shy but certain in what she is doing... "I want you to see it all when I take you... " and she blushes hotly... "when I make you cum..." she is crimson as she says these last words... "... cum in my mouth..."

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Heather looks down at his long and thick cock, more precum sliding from the tip and starting to move down his shaft. She slips her tongue from her lips, slow, teasing, lightly licking along his shaft, collecting his seed, tasting his seed. She smiles softly at him before opening her lips and lowering her head, taking him in her mouth again, tenderly, slowly, tasting his seed and loving it. Her mind is consumed with his cock, but somewhere in the background she wonders at how much she loves his taste, a notion that was completely unpleasant when thinking of any other men. She pushes her mouth down and takes him fully... as fully as she possibly can, feeling his pulsing thick meat fill her mouth. She feels her heart flutter at the pure sexual satisfaction she feels in having his there, deep in her mouth.

She glances up at him and see his eyes wide and wanting, needing her to take him and release him. And she is ready. She has watched the videos of what all those girls did when their men came in their mouths, has read what to do when a man floods a women's mouth... but she remembers his explosion onto her body earlier in the week, wonders how it might feel, knowing she can't possible handle it all... yet she wants to try... to please him... and she desperately wants to taste him and drink him.

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Heather closes her eyes and starts moving her lips slowly and smoothly up and down my cock, sliding all the way until just the tip remains in her hot mouth before sliding back down with no pause or hesitation... she knows what she is doing, driving me quickly towards orgasm. My cock twitches as she slips up and down, caressing my long member with her lips, her tongue slithering along the under side. I feel my body starting to shiver, my orgasm building quickly once again. The sound of her mouth slurping as she sucks on me is extremely erotic and turns me on even more. My balls are getting tighter and tighter, my cock jerking. My body starts to tense as she draws me out with her sweet, soft, warm mouth and my hips start to lift towards her, wanting more and more and more.

"sir... my pussy is dripping wet for you... I'm so happy and excited sucking your throbbing cock...!"

Heather senses my growing orgasm, opening her eyes, staring up at me as she moves her lips over me, continuing to move smoothly up and down my wet, veiny shaft. She starts sucking at me as she goes, a strong pulling sensation as she draws her mouth up, releasing as she moves back down again. Rearing back a bit, she lets my cock pop from her mouth, her lips smacking loudly at me. She stares down at my cock, then her eyes, lit with a wild, carnal sexual lust, flick up at me.

"sir... I want to take you now... I want you to cum for me...!!!!"

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Heather stares at his twitching cock for a brief moment before she moves back down, her lips sliding over his head but stopping with only a few inches inside her mouth. She slurps at him, her tongue sliding on his skin, her lips sucking at him. Patrick's cock feels like it's getting even larger and she instinctively knows he is so close. She slides up to his tip, kissing the soft but bloated head noisily, letting him hear it, letting him see it.

"please sir... please give it to me... I want to taste you... please fill my mouth!"

A shudder runs up her spine as she hears the foreign words coming from her mouth... but they are true... she want him to cum for her, she wants to taste him desperately, she want to feel him explode for her. Her lust for him, for his perfect cock, for his sperm dominates her thoughts and it's all that matters in this moment. She attacks his cock, sucking wildly at him, her lips kissing his head, along the shaft, her tongue flicking and licking before she takes him in again. Patrick presses himself back into the pillows, his body going tense, his legs starting to shake.

"HE IS GOING TO CUM IN MY MOUTH!" her brain screams!

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I feel her lips on me, her tongue flicking, the sensations along the most sensitive spot right below the head, causing my cock to jerk powerfully. My balls tighten and I feel my release coming and I can't stop it.

"oh my god Heather... " I gasp! "I going to cum! Let me see you take me... mmmmmmmmmmm!"

A spasm grips my entire body and my hips lift off the bed involuntarily, thrusting up at her. And all I can feel are her lips, her tongue and her mouth. I stare down at her, her lips wrapped around my shaft, her eyes flashing lustfully.

I cum... hard... harder than I ever have before!

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Heather holds him in her mouth as his body trembles, his hips thrust up at her. She knows he is going to cum...

His eruption is enormous, the first jet rocketing into her mouth, filling her. She gulps at the thick liquid, trying to drink it all but failing as another even larger blast erupts. She holds her breath, trying to take another heavy gulp, but she can't take it all... she chokes slightly, the cum overflowing... and she coughs, his cum leaking out of her lips, spilling out of her mouth, running down his shaft. His hips jerk up again and he pumps another thick shot into her mouth. She is completely overwhelmed and his seed seeps out everywhere and rains down onto his stomach, thighs and balls.

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As my cock fires my load into her mouth, Heather's eyes go wide in shock before my cock twitches and sends another rocket of cum into her mouth. She gulps at me quickly, keeping her lips around the shaft. I grunt loudly and my cock fires again, cum erupting from the tip, sending a thick, heavy rope into her waiting mouth. She coughs, choking at the sheer volume before the excess seeps out from her lips, sliding down my glistening cock. Immediately another blast erupts and it gushes out all around my cock, her mouth not able to keep it all in, even as she tries to drink it all, the thick white cum seeps out all around. My body starts shaking violently and I cry out, gasping loudly, arching back, pressing my head into the pillows.

"Heather, swallow it all... be a good girl... my good girl..." I gasp, almost passing out!

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Patrick spasms and twitches crazily, his cock pumping more and more seed into her mouth. Heather drinks at the hot liquid, but much of it escapes her lips, seeping out around the edges, running down his shaft, covering his lower stomach, his thighs, coating his balls. She holds his jerking cock, and she loses count of how many times he jerks in her fingers, how many times he fires his cum into her mouth. Heather is completely lost in the moment, the raw sexuality, carnal lust that consumes her. She tastes him, drinks him, and wants everything he has to give her.

As his cock slows the heavy ejaculations and simply twitches in her mouth, she sucks at him, pulling the last of his seed from his balls, but she wants more... She slides her lips down his shaft, slurping like a wild animal at the seed on his shaft, licking at the sticky fluid covering her fingers around his base, and then, she starts lick and suck on his skin... she can't get enough of him... she feels completely out of control, like an animal. And somewhere deep in her mind, she wonders at herself, feels the innocent and inexperienced girl that she is... turning into a lusty slutty woman like she saw in all the videos from her research... and she doesn't care.

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I am lost in the explosive orgasm Heather takes from me. All the pent up passion and lust and yearning comes bursting from me and utterly annihilates me. My vision blurs and goes black as I feel her mouth sucking and licking and devouring me. My body jerks and shivers and shakes as I lose all will and ability to restrain myself. Heather has completely taken me and I am overwhelmed and let her have it all. I am dimly aware of her, slurping at my skin, her fingers still wrapped around my shaft, her tongue licking at me, a loud slurping sound echoing in my mind as she drinks the seed off my body.

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She doesn't have sense of time as she gives in to her delirious thirst, marveling deep inside at how much she wants to drink all of his seed. She sucks and licks at his skin, his shaft, even his heavy balls. Somewhere deep in her mind, she is embarrassed of herself, ashamed at her behavior, but she doesn't care... her lust propels her, fuels her need and want... she IS his good girl and will serve his cock to the very last. Eventually, she has cleaned him entirely, consumed all of him, filling her stomach... and her clit thrums happily at the realization! She finally has fulfilled her duty to him and pleased him completely, absolutely.

Patrick seems passed out in his release and pleasure. Heather kisses his cock one more time, then moves to the bathroom, rinsing her mouth, brushing her teeth, knowing he likely wouldn't want to kiss her with her mouth filled with his seed. Next she wets a hand towel and returns to him, tenderly cleaning him, amazed at his cock, still semi erect after his tremendous eruption. She isn't very experienced, but knows it isn't common for a cock to stay hard after a heavy orgasm. Giggling, she cleans her dripping pussy as well... she's been tremendously wet ever since her lips touched him.

In a few minutes, she has cleaned up. Grabbing the blankets, she crawls up next to him, tucking herself against his body, covering their naked forms. She lays her head on his chest, listening to his deep and content breathing. She is floored and amused as she thinks of what just happened, what she just did, amazed at herself, this sexually charged vixen she is becoming. But she honestly loved it, sucking his cock, feeling him in her mouth... and when he came... a shiver runs through her and she closes her eyes.

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I return to the world slowly, having fallen asleep after the immense explosion of my body. She is there, laying against me, her sweet sexy body pressing into my side, her leg over my thighs, her arm on my hip, her hand laying on my cock. I am still stiff to my own amazement, feeling it stirring slightly. Heather shifts against me, sleeping peacefully and I stroke her soft hair, kissing her head tenderly.

How did I end up here, my hopes and dreams fulfilled in the beautiful woman laying with me? I think back to the moment I first saw her, smiling warmly at me at the fund raising table. I knew I was lost as soon as her deep green eyes looked up at me with that incredible sparkle. I place my arm around her, my hand on her bare back, feeling her against me acutely... her warm thigh, her soft breast, her head in my chest... her hand on my cock. I think to wake her, but close my eyes again, drifting into light pleasant dreams, filled with this beautiful woman. She is my dream.

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Heather wakes from a deep sleep, her body nestled tightly against him, her leg tossed over his, her head on his chest... her hand on him... his cock. Patrick sleeps deeply, his chest rising and falling steadily. She kisses his skin lightly and he stirs but continues sleeping. But in a moment, Heather feels him stirring in her hand, his penis stiffening rapidly, soon raging hard. Heather runs her fingers lightly along his length, not wanting to fully wake him but enjoying the feel of him, and her pussy starts to moisten immediately. Soon, Patrick's cock is throbbing under her touch and her slit pulses at the same rhythm. He shifts in his sleep, mumbling something and she withdraws her hand, not wanting to wake him.

She closes her eyes, but doesn't sleep, instead thinking of the past few weeks. It's hard to believe that this whole crazy journey started because she smiled at him at the humane society event. After he mentioned the moment he met her, she remembered something Janice, the event coordinator, said to her that night. Janice nudged her with a smile saying that she bet Patrick would make a large donation that night. Heather asked her how she knew and Janice only laughed, calling her a silly girl. Now Heather understands her comment... Patrick did make a large donation that night, plus bid on several of the silent auctions. Heather didn't think much of it at the moment, figuring a kind, wealthy man was motivated to help the sweet animals... she had no idea that she herself was his motivation.

The night is quiet, but still the noises of the city drift in through the closed windows. She carefully slips from Patrick's arms, walking over to the patio doors, stepping out into the night. She walks near the west edge, along the small pool, standing in the shadows of a cluster of potted plants. The city indeed doesn't sleep, noises drifting up through the night air. The moon is just a sliver as she stares out over the park. New York City. She's never been here before, and can't imagine how any other day spent in the wonderful city could be any better than this day. She smiles and suddenly laughs... she is completely naked, she simply didn't realize.

She pulls a chair quietly to the edge, leaning on the brick parapet, listening to the city, looking south, seeing the Empire State building... the Freedom tower far beyond, reaching for the sky. Two weeks ago she was leading her quiet boring life... now she sits in New York City, in a luxury condo, with a kind, dark and mysterious man... naked on an exposed patio.

'what happened to you Heather?' she thinks to herself.

But she knows what happened. Patrick happened. In under two weeks, he has completely transformed her life. A typical Friday used to be maybe some dinner with a friend, wrapped in a blanket on her couch reading a book, or watching some series or other on Netflix. Boring. He has woken something deep inside of her, and for the first time in her life, Heather feels truly alive. She takes long, slow, deep breaths, closing her eyes.

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I wake and find her gone from the bed. Instantly, I panic, turning on the light, and see the patio door standing slightly open. Slipping into a light robe, I slip quietly through the doors. I don't see her at first, but hear her take a deep breath, sitting over near the west side.

"Heather? Are you ok?" I ask softly.

She startles a bit, but smiles brightly at me as she realizes it's me.

"Hi Patrick!" she beams, standing.

I open my robe, pulling her in close, wrapping the light robe around her naked body. She feels wonderful and soft and warm against my body. She lifts her face to mine, kissing me softly.

"I'm fine, sir. I just woke up and wanted to look out at the city. I've never been here before."

"I'm sorry I can't spend the entire weekend with you my sweet. I really want to, but I have to figure out how to crack the board. It's proving to be one of the toughest business nuts I've ever had to crack."

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Patrick looks out over the city and Heather can see the concern and disappointment in his eyes. She reaches up and places a hand on his face. As he looks down at her, she lifts herself to him, kissing him softly, tenderly.

"We'll figure it out... together," she smiles. "I'll take of everything you need here and if I can help you at the board meetings, I will... ok?"

"Yes... thank you Heather."

Heather takes his hand and leads him back inside, laying him back into bed. She fetches a bottle of water and lets him take a few drinks before she take a few sips. Smiling, she pushes him back onto the pillows, crawling in beside him, pulling a sheet over their naked bodies. He feels incredibly hot against her body, and a shiver passes through her as she remembers their passion earlier in the evening. She lays her head on the pillow next to him, tucking her face into his neck, closing her eyes, happier than she has ever really been.

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I lay back on the pillows as Heather crawls in beside me, draping her soft, feminine form against me. I cradle her in, enjoying the simple pleasure of just laying with her. My eyes look out through the sheers at the city, and I let my mind rest, not thinking about the day to come, only existing in this moment, with her. I close my eyes and quickly fall into deep sleep.

1. Heather's clit buzzes pleasantly as she explores the satin collar, reviving memories of their previous BDSM session.
2. Heather, dressed in her submissive attire, with the diamond-studded collar around her neck, greets Patrick with a beaming smile.
3. Heather's obedience is apparent when she follows his instruction to place the heavy metallic ball into her skirt, anticipating the pleasure it will bring.
4. In Chapter 3 - Friday B, Heather continues her transformation into a submissive partner, eager to fulfill every desire of her dominant partner, Patrick.

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