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“I’ve thought about you, Gina,” he rasped as his fingers rolled a condom over his straining length while he pushed his way into the stall, forcing me to retreat, my breasts heaving in excitement rather than affront.

Garrick yanked my skirt hem to my waist, the delicate mesh of my panties shredding with the savage pull of his fingers. His lips covered my gasps as he thrust his length into my tight sheath. The firm globes of my buttocks filled his massive palms as he lifted me from the floor and wrapped my quivering thighs around his waist. Seating himself on the open toilet, he pumped and rocked his hard shaft within me while his mouth devoured mine, sucking any protest or response from my lips.

Releasing my bottom, he made short work of the pearl buttons on my blouse and the front clasp of my bra. Filling his hands with my swollen breasts, he kneaded and teased the sensitive peaks to taut arousal before slipping his hands beneath my skirt again.

Thick fingers eased apart the mounds of my ass, spreading the round cheeks and caressing the tightly puckered hole with his broad fingertip. Pulling his cock free, he eased the same fingertip into the damp opening of my body, liberally coating his fingers with the juices of my body before retreating and returning his straining cock to my clasping pussy. As he thrust full length within me, I felt the wet fingertip force itself into my anus. A second thick, wet finger pushed its way inside as my climax spiraled through me.

I rode his hot length, the feel of his thick fingers sending a shiver of arousal through me. As my spasms gradually eased, I realized his shaft remained as firm and aroused as when he first entered me.

Against my ear, I heard his chuckle, an almost evil sound as his hips began to pump.

“I’ve been thinking about you a lot,” he assured me, his fingers sliding deeper as his cock rocked against my pulsing sheath.

Four more times he brought me to climax before his own finally sent his seed jetting into the condom, the warm pulses easily felt in my throbbing channel. The announcement of 66 Qwillia Rain

the store closing had just finished echoing in the tiled confines of the bathroom when he withdrew his semierect shaft and eased my skirt over my ruined panties. Shakily I adjusted my blouse over my mouth-dampened nipples as he removed and disposed of the condom before easing his cock back inside his pants.

His hypnotic smile and caressing eyes drew me like a moth to a flame. I exited the restroom before him and waved a quiet goodnight to the clerk waiting at the door. Without turning around, I knew Garrick was close behind me.

Through the dimly lit streets, I was aware of his vehicle following mine all the way back to my apartment. Across the parking lot, up the stairs, and down the shadowy hall, I felt him, but I never turned to be sure he was there. At my door, I paused. A voice within me queried if I was being a fool, allowing this complete stranger into my home a second time.

What ramifications would there be on my growing closeness to George? How would he react if he discovered this indiscretion? Gideon was one thing -- a quick fuck for fun, orchestrated by George, never repeated since our only interlude. This was completely different.

But was it? Again, that sense of ownership whispered across my mind. The partnership that had sprouted between George and Garrick those last few hours of our weekend sent tantalizing images spilling through my head. In the golden depths of Garrick’s eyes he held the same element of possession as George.

The secret, sensual side I had discovered after that weekend laughed, egging me on in this forbidden encounter. Even as the word slithered through my thoughts, I wondered, was this truly “forbidden,” or was it merely the next step in completion?

The lock slipped open beneath my key. I stepped through the door, kicked off my heels, and wasn’t surprised when powerful hands forced me forward into my dark apartment. The light from the security lamps in the parking lot of the complex drifted Meeting a Neighbor’s Needs

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through the half-open vertical blinds. Behind me the rasp of a zipper, rustle of latex, and the adjusting of fabric preceded Garrick’s approach.

Without warning, he shoved me over the back of my sofa, and the sudden momentum lifted me from my feet. Before I could find my balance, he pushed up my skirt and buried his cock in my wet pussy. He thrust and pumped, the air forced from my lungs by the pressure of his heavy body over me, the sofa frame pressed into my stomach. I came, my face buried in the cushions of the sofa, my cries muffled by the smooth fabric. His dominance, so like George’s, had my pussy wet, desperate for more attention.

Pulling out, his shaft hard and hot, Garrick drew me up and turned me to face him.

Lifting me as if my weight were insignificant, he slid into my sheath again, then walked into my darkened bedroom, his eyes locked on mine as his every step sent his staff plunging deeper within me. By the time we reached the bed, I was poised to climax again, his broad hands lifting and lowering my body on his thick length counterpoint to his every step. The pulsing grip of my pussy heralded the beginning of my orgasm just as Garrick withdrew and dropped me on the mattress.

Refusing to be denied despite my slight size, I grasped his open trousers and yanked him down on top of me. My thighs clasped his waist as I squirmed and shifted until his wet cock slid home, filling my empty sheath with a forceful heave of my hips. He strained to break my hold, but my hands slipped beneath his pants, gripping the flexing muscles of his tight ass until the short nails left deep impressions in the skin. I held on, riding the waves of my completion until I could feel his own spurting release and hear his gasps above me. He sank his whole weight onto me, making breathing difficult, and the uncomfortable wetness of my climax dampened the spread beneath me.

Drifting in a peaceful lassitude, I felt Garrick withdraw and move off of me several minutes later. Keeping my eyes closed, I stretched and turned, aiding him as he began removing my clothing. Stripped naked, I opened my eyes long enough to watch him watch me, my thighs spread, my breasts full, the nipples tightening in the chill air of the bedroom.

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“Scoot to the end of the bed,” he rasped, his voice husky from spent passion. I watched his flaccid penis grow full and firm in the nest of black curls visible through the open wedge of his trousers.

Doing as he requested, I turned to position my hips at the foot of the bed. At the top of the thick posts of my bed, I had recently installed a latticed canopy and draped swags of fabric tied with thick cords. Somehow, while I’d been drowsing, Garrick had fashioned loops in the loose ends of the cords. Before I was aware of his intent, he’d slipped the loops over my ankles and tied my legs to the posts, feet in the air, body spread wide. Surprised, I lurched upward, but was unable to reach the ties. Bracing myself up, I watched as he smiled coolly, slipped out of his pants, shirt, shoes, and socks, and approached the bed, his arousal bouncing with every step. Meeting his smile, I lowered myself to my elbows and pushed my pelvis up, unashamed of the damp curls surrounding my open pussy.

Stroking his hand up and down his hard cock, Garrick taunted, “Is this what your hot little cunt wants?”

“Mm-hmm.” I moaned, easing onto my back and slipping my hands down to circle the wet mouth of my channel. Smearing the damp evidence of my wet juices over the swollen pink petals spread wide by my position, I played with myself, watching in satisfaction, as his breathing grew heavier.

“You’re gonna have to work for it, Gina,” he advised me, stepping to the edge of the bed, the hot tip of his penis stroking the back of my dancing fingers. Leaning to the side, he brought up a small duffle bag I was unaware he’d brought into the bedroom.

As I watched, he drew out cuffs of thick leather with heavy buckles attached to solid links of chain. These were more serious than the set I’d purchased months earlier. My eyes followed him as he secured the chains to the frame of my bed and laid the cuff on the mattress beside me, before doing the same on the other side of the bed with the second manacle.

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“Will you put them on?” he asked, stepping between my thighs again to tease the moist flesh with the warm head of his penis. As I waited, debating whether to play his game, he smoothed his fingers over the bulbous tip of his staff. Glistening ruby flesh winked in the dim light of the bedroom, and my breasts drew into taut mounds.

Slowly, I eased my hands to the bed, resting them beside the leather bonds. Taking his time, Garrick fastened each cuff into place and then leaned down to tighten the chains so my hands were drawn to the edge of the mattress on both sides, pinioning me, but not uncomfortably. Again, he leaned over and withdrew an object from the bag. This time it was a polished cherry wood box, a little wider than it was long and about half as thick.

“Garrick.” I moaned, my imagination conjuring lurid images of various torture devices.

Astonishingly, instead of growing apprehensive, the anxiety fueled my arousal. I could feel my sheath spasm in anticipation, and the moist fluid seep from the spread lips, trickling into the seam between my buttocks, pooling around the puckered opening. My breasts thrust into the air as I squirmed on the bed.

A devious chuckle slipped past his lips as he set the box on the bed beside my head, his long, lean body caressing mine as he slipped the latch free and eased the lid up. Nestled in black velvet lay four of the most massive cocks I’d ever seen.

“I’ve been wondering, Gina, ever since I was here last…” Garrick’s voice whispered over my straining breasts.

I couldn’t tear my eyes from the lifelike models beside me, while the rustle of foil and the snap of latex announced his presence of mind to don protection.

“Just how much cock…” He reached into the box and withdrew the first device, the smallest of the four. “…you can handle.”

The fake cock was huge, or so it appeared as he smoothed it over my cheek and around my parted lips. Easily three inches in diameter and seven inches in length, the prosthetic was a vibrant red, with raised veins along its length and a smaller handgrip at the base. A 70 Qwillia Rain

rounded head gave it the appearance of a man’s member, and the uniform width and color added to the design.

Dipping his fingers between my thighs, he teased the aching channel, coaxing more fluids to spill free, coating his fingers. Smoothing the replica down my torso to the spread folds of flesh between my thighs, he eased his wet fingers free and smeared my juices over the toy before slipping the tip into the wet opening of my pussy. He plied the dildo with phenomenal expertise, pushing the textured dildo to its full length within my clamoring sheath. Between the cheeks of my ass, he eased his cock in and out of the moist crevice, pausing to probe the tight whole as he pumped into me with the prosthetic.

“That looks good, baby.” He moaned as my hips pulsed upward, striving to hold the toy tight within me. “You take that so good. I want to see if you can take more.”

Pulling the toy from me, he laughed at my cry of protest, but he was quick to fill my depths with the hot, hard length of his own body. Placing the toy aside on the bed beside me, he rocked his cock deep within me, reaching farther than the toy had. My hands pulled at their bonds, but the leather and chains held tight.

A rustling by my ear told me he was selecting a second toy. Lifting heavy lids, I gasped at the second selection. This plastic column was longer and definitely not based on human proportions. At the pointed tip, it was easily two and a half inches wide, but as I viewed the rest of the shaft, I realized it grew wider as it grew longer. This toy was at least eight inches long, but at the base, it was easily four inches thick. The slick sides and cherry red color reminded me of a dog cock. Meeting Garrick’s grinning countenance, I realized he knew what I was thinking, or could at least guess.

“I thought I’d see if you liked taking Jackson. He was my brother’s Bull Mastiff.” His hand slipped between my thighs, swiftly replacing his withdrawn cock with that of the replica of a dog’s.

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Feeling the thick base press the opening of my pussy wide, I lunged against my bindings and lurched upward, my hips pulsing in time with the powerful thrusting of Garrick’s toy.

“I wonder if it would look better if it were Jackson,” he mused as he cast aside the second wand and thrust his own cock inside me. His penetration was deeper again, matching that of the second dildo, caressing the aroused muscles of my channel. “Watching you beneath him would get me so hot, Gina.” His voice was a caress against my ear as he chose a third dildo.

“Now, this one,” he said, pulling his glistening length from within me, drawing a protesting cry from my lips. “Only a few women have been able to handle this one.” He moistened the ebony staff with the wetness bathing his length. His eyes glowed as he fondled the huge member, grinning wickedly at my gasp of dismay. The longest yet, this dildo was at least twelve inches in length and four inches around. The huge, bulbous tip looked like a vertical smile, with a cleft dividing it into two equal curves.

As he pushed the cock in, my head fell back and my spine arched, thrusting my breasts into the air. Taking his time, he eased it deeper, waiting as my body fought, then gave way to pressing intrusion.

“Ooh, yes,” he breathed, his eyes fastened to the ebony staff as it disappeared within the folds of my body. “That’s it, baby,” he cooed. “That’s it, take it, take it.”

I could feel it pressing against my womb, the split tip butting against the cervix.

Arching away from the pressure, I shook my head. “I can’t. No, no more,” I begged.

“Just a little more.” He ignored my protest.

Garrick toggled the wicked cock, and somehow it eased beyond, slipping into what felt like a tiny area behind my cervix. The muscles in my pussy clasped the rocking ebony cock, my breasts swelled, and the tips tightened to painful peaks just before my climax rocketed through me. My cries echoed in the room, mingling with the husky laughter Garrick 72 Qwillia Rain