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Steph lay naked between the sheets waiting for Jack to come to bed. It was Saturday night, their designated date night. The kids were spending the night out. Jack and Steph had gone out to dinner at a new restaurant in town, and sat at a table in a two-level room with brick walls, a black iron staircase, and a curved ceiling painted to look like the night sky. It had been as if they’d been dining on a Venetian terrace. It had been a nice night.

Jack came into the room, naked. His dick was swollen, but not fully erect, dangling forward. A marathon runner, Jack was in pretty good shape. His body was not sculpted, but, crossing past middle age, his body looked better than many thirty-year-olds. Steph was similar. Although she did not run like Jack did, she took long walks with the dog every day and kept her body up. They both had imperfections, but still looked good to one another, which is really all that matters.

Steph listened as Jack opened the drawer where her toys were hidden, and wondered what he was grabbing. She didn’t object. She knew Jack was always after her pleasure, sometimes to a fault. When he stood, he was holding the Hitachi magic wand he had bought her a couple years ago. They had never used it. It just looked so big and clunky that Steph had always been hesitant about it. But he was bringing it to bed, along with her favorite purple rabbit vibrator. Maybe they’d use the wand, maybe they wouldn’t. Jack plugged it in and set it on Steph’s bedside table.

Jack peeled the sheets back, and reached under his pillow. He pulled out a sleep-mask blindfold that had been given to him in a toiletries bag on an overseas flight and reached to put it on Steph.

“What are you doing?” Steph asked.

“Just had an idea,” Jack replied. “Play along for a minute?”

Steph relented, not responding, and Jack placed the blindfold around her head, and over her eyes. Once he covered her eyes, he reached under his pillow again, and pulled out a scarf. With Steph blindfolded, he dangled the scarf over her body until the corner of the blindfold dragged lightly across her belly, and over her breast. She shivered at the tingling, almost tickling sensation.

“Jack,” she said, “what are you doing?”

“Like I said,” Jack said. “I had an idea. Just play along for a bit?”

“Okay. For a bit.”

“Roll over,” Jack said. “To your belly,”

As she did so, it occurred to her that he was telling more than asking. Once she had rolled over, Jack took her wrist, slipped the end of the scarf around it, and tied her wrist to the headboard.

“Jaaack?” Steph said.

“Shhhh,” he answered, and, a moment later, he had tied her second wrist to the bedpost. It wasn’t firm or tight. She could probably pull out of it easily if she wanted — it was more of a game. Jack knelt astride her with his knees alongside her hips so that his dick rested along her buttocks, nestled atop them. Steph realized that Jack had gone from swollen to fiercely hard, fully heated and erect against her flesh.

Jack reached back to grab one of the round pillows and slipped it underneath Steph’s belly and hips, so that her ass was slightly raised. She felt exposed but also, she had to admit, sexy. Jack grabbed a bottle of lube off the headboard, squirted some onto his hands, rubbed them together to warm the lube, and brushed some along Steph’s pussy, parting her lips with his fingertips and sending sensations through her body.

“Do you remember the dream about Mr. Black that I told you about?” Jack asked. “I have another one to tell you about.”

“Yes,” Steph answered. She did remember. She remembered that she’d been naked in a darkened restaurant, and Mr. Black had used an outfitted chair to send vibrations against her pussy and fuck her with a dildo that emerged from and receded into the chair. She’d fondled his hard dick with her feet under the table, and he’d given her the waiters, Marcus and Isaac, for dessert. Finally, as she had ridden Marcus to orgasm with her mouth full of Isaac’s cock, Mr. Black had slid his cock into her ass and guided her into orgasmic oblivion with the friction of two cocks filling her gently together. And, as Jack told her about the dream, he had used the little purple butt plug on her, along with  her purple rabbit and his cock, to simulate the cocks of the three men in her dream. Afterward, he had said that the dream ended with him realizing that he was Mr. Black. Yes, she definitely remembered that dream.

“So anyway,” Jack began, “like that dream, this one began strangely.” 

You called me at work to say that Mr. Black had called you and would be taking you out to the theater that night. For whatever reason, that seemed unsurprising to me, and I told you that I would be working late and would see you when you got home.

Shortly after you hung up the phone, the doorbell rang, and you received a package with five boxes, along with a note. 

Let me pause a second. The dream has a certain colorscape to it, if that makes sense? Kind of like Gotham City? Not like it is a comic, but more darkly cinematic. And our residence in the dream was like James Gordon’s residence in the Gotham television show. Mr. Black is fabulously wealthy and powerful from unknown sources and lives in a cavernous mansion like Wayne Manor.

Anyway, back to the packages. In the first box was a little black dress that fit you perfectly, form-fitting but not too tight, showing off your breasts. 

Jack reached beneath Steph’s chest and briefly stroked her nipples before he continued.

In the second box was a pair of black, strappy, peep-toed heels. In the third was a black, lacy Victoria’s secret bra that fit with the dress. In the fourth was an onyx black choker necklace. In the fifth was a special cream. Along with the boxes was a note, ‘I will pick you up at 7:00. Do your toes in red. Shave your pussy. Use the cream - it will guarantee no irritation. Wear these items and nothing else. - Mr. Black.’

Sure enough, at 7:00, the doorbell rang. You felt butterflies. This man had a compelling hold upon you, almost spell-like. When you opened the door, Mr. Black took your hand, pulled you to him, kissed your cheek, and then stood back to look at you. ‘As I anticipated,’ he said, ‘you look exquisite. Come.’ He took you by the hand, led you out of the building and to his limousine, opened the door, and walked around to enter the other side.

As the car pulled away, Mr. Black turned to you. ‘You did follow my instructions, correct?’ You looked at him confused as to which instructions he meant. ‘About what to wear?’ he continued. ‘And what not to wear?’

‘Oh,’ you replied. ‘Yes,’ realizing he was referring to his instruction not to wear panties, since everything else was obvious on sight.

‘Well, then?’he said, and you looked back at him, again not entirely certain what he meant. He leaned over close to you, pressed his lips to your ear, touched your earlobe with his tongue and whispered, ‘Show me.’

As Jack recounted the story, he moved back on his knees between Steph’s legs, nudging them apart, and his hands crawled up her inner thighs, caressing her flesh.

You looked up toward the driver’s compartment, where the chauffeur was seated, concern on your face. Seeing your concern, Mr. Black responded, ‘Don’t worry. It’s Marcus. I bet you’d like him to see, woudn’t you.’  He said it more than asked it. He knew that in truth you would. And it turned you on that he knew that.

You took Mr. Black’s hand, placed it on your thigh, parted your legs, and guided his hand to the junction of your legs, where your freshly-shaved pussy greeted his fingers. You exhaled a gasp at his touch as he whispered in your ear, ‘Very sexy, Steph. You feel quite sexy’ For several moments, Mr. Black’s fingertip lightly caressed your aroused, bare pussy. You closed your eyes and absorbed the sensations flowing from his touch.

Jack’s fingertip caressed between Steph’s pussy lips, and she closed her eyes even beneath the blindfold, as her hips responded to his touch.

When the limousine pulled to the curb outside a small warehouse in the theater district, you saw that it was a location with which you were unfamiliar. ‘This is a small, private theater I acquired recently and had outfitted for a show.’

Marcus came around to the door and opened it. Mr. Black took you by the hand and led you through the side door into an entry hall with four doors into the inner theater. 

When you entered, you were surprised to see a small gathering in the entry hall. ‘I’ve invited some of your friends to join us,’ Mr. Black said. There, in the room, having drinks and small appetizers from a small bar at the side of the hall, were Amy and Phil; Mark and Anne, from Catan’s Masquerade; and a couple you recognized from the masquerade as Catwoman and Tribal Man. They were introduced to you as Cheryl and Dave. All of the women were dressed similar to you, with black dresses and black chokers, and the men wore tuxedos. It became clear that nobody knew what show would play in the theater, and there  was a buzz of excitement over this private arrangement.

In one of the other strange aspects of this dream, the gathering of couples, though a pleasant surprise, somehow did not seem particularly out of the ordinary. Mr. Black handed each couple a card, instructing them that they should enter through the one of the four doors that corresponded with the number on their card.

After everyone had consumed a drink or two, the lights turned on and off several times, indicating that it was time for the audience members to take their seats.

When Mr. Black opened one of the four doors into the inner theater, he led you into a small, darkened chamber with two seats. A soft light shone over a small, round stage. ‘We are in one of four, private seating groups for this stage,’ Mr. Black informed you. ‘There are three identical chambers surrounding the stage, with walled partitions between each. Are you ready for the show to begin?’

‘Yes,’ you answered, impressed by Mr. Black’s ability to secure such a space. He pressed a button, and there was a soft electronic gong, as the light flickered over the stage for several seconds, alerting the guests to be seated and the show to begin. He had not only secured the theater, but apparently had control over the show itself. Much like he had controlled their dinner date.

Moments later, a small platform rose up slowly through a recessed circle in the center of the stage. A man stood upon the platform. He was completely naked and his skin glistened under the light. Recognizing the taut muscular form and the large penis dangling against his thigh, your breath caught when you saw that it was Marcus. He looked very erotic - like a black Adonis - standing there nude, upon the stage, with the lights on him.

Steph pressed herself against Jack’s hand when Marcus appeared naked in the dream, rocking her clit against his fingers.

Marcus’ platform turned in a slow circle, so that each guest could observe every angle of his form. Erotic reactions aside, his body was truly a work of art - just the right amount of musculature on a near-perfect frame.  Moments later, a second form began to rise slowly through the stage. It was a woman. She, too, was naked and, as she came into view, you recognized her as one of the painted women from the masquerade. There, she had been painted in yellow. Mr. Black informed you that her name was Abigail. Marcus stepped behind Abigail, and she back against him and, again, the platform slowly rotated in one revolution.

Classical music began, and Marcus and Abigail began to dance. He pulled her to him, and she pressed her body to his, looking up into his eyes before spinning away in a ballet across the stage. The movements of the dance revealed the details of their forms as they moved gracefully across the stage. It was a stunning, artistic and erotic performance.

When Marcus pulled Abigail to him a second time, his large, strong right hand cupped her left buttock, and her fingernail traced a line down his chest, to his hip, and down to his penis, where she wrapped her fingers around it. He began to slowly swell. Despite yourself, and after having been with Marcus at Mr. Black’s dinner party, you were surprised to feel the slightest pang of jealousy.

Jack slowly caressed Steph’s clit, and she exhaled slowly at the sensation.

Abigail turned her face up to Marcus, and his hand gripped her buttock more tightly as their mouths moved to kiss. Just before their lips met, Abigail spun away, dancing, and Marcus danced after her in pursuit. He caught her from behind, and pulled her back against him, one hand reaching around to cover her breast, the other reaching down between her legs. She gasped as she pressed back against him before wrangling from his grip  and dancing away from him yet again. 

When he caught her, he pulled her tight to him once more, and their mouths immediately met, their lips parting and tongues dancing quickly together. Marcus gripped her buttocks again to pull her firmly against him, and her breasts mashed against his chest. Her fingers reached down to his dick, and, in a succession of strokes, pumped him to full rigidity. Again, you felt a mild pang of jealousy. And I knew you felt it. And it turned me on.

Jack turned on the rabbit vibrator, and brushed the vibrating rabbit ears against Steph’s tender clit. Her hips moved in response.

Somehow, and for whatever reason, Abigail wrestled once more out of Marcus’ arms and, in doing so, stumbled to the floor. He glided over to her, took her hand, and pulled her up to her knees in front of him. She looked up at him, and he down at her. She slid her fingers around his upright cock and stroked it slowly from the crown to the base as she looked at him and smiled impishly, delighted by the chase, and even more so by being caught.

Abigail leaned forward, her eyes still looking up at Marcus, and the tip of her tongue licked from his balls to the top of his shaft. As she did so, Mr. Black slid his fingers up your thigh, and parted your labia with his fingertip. Feeing the warmth and moisture of your obvious arousal he said, “Yes, I thought you might like this. And you are a bit jealous, too, yes?”  Of course he knew.

As Abigail’s lips slipped around and descended over Marcus’ cock, you answered Mr. Black’s question with a silent nod. You were jealous, and it was hot that he knew that. Mr. Black’s fingers expertly caressed your pussy, warmth flooding you further as you relaxed and opened your legs to his probing touch. Abigail closed her eyes as her lips sealed around Marcus’ cock and stroked him. Overwhelmed by the sensory overload from the view in front of you and Mr. Black’s fingers delighting you, you reached your hand to his lap to grope his cock with your hand, almost as if to anchor yourself. Your fingers fumbled to unbutton his pants, but did so quickly, and wrapped around the bare flesh of his heated cock just as his forefinger curled into you, sending a surge through your body.

Mr. Black’s big dick throbbed in your fingers as you stroked him. His fingertip raced against your clit, and you squirmed in your chair. Marcus’s long, black cock disappeared in and out of Abigail’s probing mouth before she held him in her hand and licked down to his balls.

“Are you ready?” Mr. Black asked. You looked at him, not understanding. “Ready for what?” you thought, but did not have to say. He saw your confusion and understood. Holding the same remote control he had used to commence the performance, he pressed a button, and a set of stairs emerged from the stage wall, leading from the chamber in which you sat up to the stage. 

Mr. Black nodded toward the stairs and said, “He’s ready for you,” You looked at him, surprised, wondering — no, knowing — what he must mean. Of course this was what he meant. He had known your jealousy when you watched Abigail with Marcus. And when you then turned to look at the stage, Marcus was facing you. Abigail stood behind him, looking over her shoulder at you, holding his cock in your direction and slowly, steadily stroking his glistening shaft.

You felt weak. You had no idea how Mr. Black held this spell over you, but there was no doubt that he did. You had no choice, and somehow you liked that. Dazed, and as if you were having an out of body experience, you felt yourself rise, walk to the steps, and then, one by one, ascend them. Everyone would see you, but you somehow did not care. In fact, you may have even been aroused by it.

Abigail emerged from behind Marcus, walked over to you, took your hand, and guided you to the center of the stage, where Marcus stood. You were spellbound. Abigail stepped behind you, unzipped the back of your dress and unfastened your bra, and slipped them off your shoulders so that they slinked down your body and fell in a pile on the floor. There you stood, in your black heels, choker, and nothing else. Your nipples were rigid and grew even moreso as Abigail’s fingernails traced lines from your shoulders, down your back, to your hips, where they circled to the front and her palms spread over your hips and glided upward until they covered your breasts. Your breath caught as she oh-so-lightly fondled your nipples.

Marcus pulled you to him, Abigail stepped aside, and his lips touched your mouth the way they had at the restaurant, with a kiss that made all of your senses come alive. His dick pressed against your belly, your breasts against his muscular chest, and your tongues danced along one another as the kiss deepened and intensified. In one fluid motion, Marcus gripped your buttocks and lifted you off the ground, your legs wrapping around him. He held you tight against him as your tongues merged and glided, and the breath rushed from your body. You could feel your clit brushing against his abdomen as you rocked against him amidst the intense kiss.

You heard a very soft whirring sound. Marcus stepped from the center of the stage, and a round ottoman emerged in the center. Rounded couches rose along the circular edge of the stage, with gaps in the couches coinciding with stairs leading up from each chamber. In front of the couch rose an armchair. Mr. Black climbed up from his chamber and sat in the armchair. Marcus set you down on the ottoman, finally breaking the kiss. The air was sucked the air from your body as Marcus stood in front of you and his glorious cock dangled toward you. It loomed before your eyes as a raw symbol of primal manhood.

You knew what he wanted, and were quite well aware that you wanted it, too. You looked up into his eyes as you repositioned yourself on the ottoman, moving to your knees, holding eye contact with him as your fingers wrapped around his steely cock and oh-so-gradually stroked him. You maintained eye contact as you placed little kisses upon the crown of his dick and down around and along the sides of his shaft to the base. His cock felt heavy, thick, heated and hard. You looked quite purposefully up into his eyes as the front side of your tongue touched the junction of the base of his shaft and his balls. You closed your eyes as you deliberately licked up to the crown of his cock and spread your lips over and around it. 

Just as you gripped his shaft in your hand and started to sink your lips around his head, you felt fingertips grazing your silky, shaved, warm pussy lips and knew immediately from the touch it must be Abigail. Although it registered in your brain that a woman was touching you, it didn’t occur to you in that moment to object. You were submerged in the experience, and it felt mind-bendingly good. As her fingers began to caress you with an expertise only a woman could hold, you moaned upon Marcus’s cock. Your hips moved against her caresses and your hand and mouth worked in unison over and around Marcus’s pulsing heat.

Jack turned the rabbit vibrator, and pressed the head against Steph’s warm pussy, sliding it into and filling her as she closed her eyes and absorbed the sensation. He slowly fucked her with the vibrator and her hips moved against it as he continued.

As your entire body and mind absorbed the sensations that arose from Abigail’s finger-fucking and Marcus’ throbbing cock, you became aware that Amy and Phil, Mark and Anne, and Dave and Cheryl had climbed their stairs and stood in the gaps between the couches. The men stripped their wives so that they, like you, wore only heels and chokers. The women, in turn, undressed their men. Each cock pointed at you. Each was rigid.  Rigid because of you. The women stood behind their men and slid their fingers over and around the steel-hard cocks as all eyes focused on your naked flesh. Though none had touched you, you could physically, palpably feel the way they looked at you, and the breath was once again sucked out of your lungs.  

Marcus moved behind you, and you knelt with your feet dangling off the edge of the ottoman. Marcus positioned you at a ninety degree angle to Mr. Black, the better for him to observe your entire body and the way it moved as the pleasure spread over you.

You felt the weight and heat of Marcus cock upon your buttock as he positioned himself behind and over you, and felt an intense eagerness for him to hurry up. You became aware that you were squirming. Time seemed to slow down when he grabbed his incredible cock and guided the head to your warm, shaved pussy.

You looked up to see that Dave had sat upon one couch, and Phil on another. Amy was stroking Phil’s cock as Cheryl sucked it. Dave was stroking his cock while watching his wife suck Phil. Mark had sat on the third couch, and Anne was kneeling over him. Her back was to his chest so that both were facing you, watching you while Anne sunk herself over Mark’s cock and the head of Marcus’ dick pressed to enter you.

Jack reached for the magic wand, turned it on, and slipped it underneath Steph so that she could move against its bulbous, vibrating head. Her body nearly immediately lurched from the intense sensation and she felt orgasmic waves rolling over her. At the same time, he held the head of the purple dildo against her, poised to thrust inside her. She strained at the scarves to press back against the dildo, but Jack held it just out of reach, and she quivered. Jack leaned his lips down to her ear, and whispered, “You want that big black cock? Do you?” She refused to answer, instead rocking against the wand as she pressed again back at the dildo. It remained just out of reach. Jack continued with the dream ... 

Marcus pressed his hips forward and filled you with intense heat. You felt yourself melting around him, and a surge of energy filled your body. Your breasts swayed when his hips made impact against your buttocks. Your skin smacked, and you nearly grunted, feeling the intense sensations deep in your belly.

‘Ooohhh,’ you moaned, and then spat out, “Fuck me!”

As if following a cue, Marcus gripped your hips tightly and his hips commenced thrusting. Each powerful thrust sent shockwaves through your body. His hips smacked against your buttocks, and his cock probed your depths. The sweet friction of his cock penetrating you sent tingling waves over your skin with each thudding impact.

You could feel your pussy squeezing him as his cock filled you, and you found yourself nearly seeing stars, faint from the intensity of sensation. When his strong hand cupped your breast and tugged your nipple, it was almost too much, and you felt like you were somersaulting over and over in sensation, losing control.

Steph was mesmerized by the dream and straining harder against the scarves. The tip of the cock teased her but refused to penetrate, and the harder she strained the more desperate she became. “Jack!” she panted.

“Yes?” he responded, and pressed just the very tip of the cock into her. She relaxed with the penetration, but then tensed up again when he pulled it all the way out.

“Jaaackk!” she panted again as he barely penetrated her again, and withdrew. She realized that although she was at his mercy, and it aggravated her, it also turned her on. “Please,” she added, barely audibly.

“What was that?” Jack asked, as he slid the purple cock halfway into her, and just as quickly removed it.

“Oh god,” she panted when he pulled it out, having been oh-so-briefly sated. “Please,” she added again, slightly louder this time.

“Please?” Jack responded. “Please you want Marcus’s cock?”

“Yes,” she softly answered.

“You want his big, black dick fucking you?”

“Oh god,” she answered. “Yes.” She paused, and then added, “I do.”

Jack thrust the purple cock into her, and she quivered in pleasure, pressing her clit against the magic wand as the dildo thrust and withdrew. 

For several moments, you were awash in the sensations, and everything was a blur around you as Marcus thrust and filled you. You pressed back against him, taking as much as he was giving to you. You could hear Anne’s moans of pleasure  while she rode Mark’s cock. You then watched as Cheryl straddled Phil, and Amy dropped her head over Phil’s cock, sucking him briefly before guiding his cock with her hand to Cheryl’s pussy. You realized that you were jealous of Cheryl even as Marcus was making your head spin with sensations.

After Marcus had made you cum at least twice, you looked to the side at Mr. Black. Abigail was stradding him, pressing her body to his, her breasts against his chest. Her pussy was gliding along his cock, which lay flat between them but had not penetrated her. Instead, she was dragging her clit back and forth across it. Your eyes met Mr. Black’s and you felt a deep, needful hunger. Abigail’s slender fingers slipped around Mr. Black’s rigid dick, and held it upright to her pussy as Marcus’ black dick created sweet friction, gliding in and out of you. As amazing as Marcus felt in you, you needed Mr. Black’s cock and didn’t want Abigail to have it.

You pulled off Marcus, almost reluctantly, squeezing his dick with your pussy as you slid off of him. You climbed off the ottoman, and walked purposefully over to Mr. Black. He guided Abigail by the hips, lifting him off of her, and she made eye contact with you. She was jealous. She wanted him. But he wanted you. You looked over your shoulder at her as you climbed upon Mr. Black’s chair, lowered yourself to him, sunk down over him, and felt his heat fill you. And then you closed your eyes and forgot about Abigail as you moved over Mr. Black’s throbbing dick.

Jack reached to unfasten the scarves, freeing Steph’s wrists, and he sat on a stool beside the bed. Steph came to Jack and sunk immediately down over him just as she had done with Mr. Black in the dream.

As you rocked up and down over Mr. Black’s cock, you lifted one breast to your mouth and extended your tongue to lick your nipple, knowing it turned him on. And it turned you on to turn him on. You looked into his eyes and watched the arousal on his face while your tongue brushed against your nipple. He leaned to lick your other nipple and then held your breasts together to flicker his tongue from one nipple to the other. Your clit ground against his abdomen.

Listening to Jack speak, Steph echoed what he had described, lifting her breast and tonguing her nipple as she watched Jack’s aroused expression and felt him throb inside her. She held her breasts together for his swiping tongue and rocked on his cock.

For several moments your bodies moved together, lost in the sensations, mouths pressing together, kissing deeply and hungrily, and then breaking apart in gasps. 

You became aware that Mr. Black had indicated to someone, and, moments later, turned to see Mark behind you, his cock aimed at you. Beyond Mark, Amy, Phil, and Cheryl were still on the couch. Cheryl was on her knees, and Phil was pounding her furiously from behind. Amy lay back upon the couch, her legs spread, and Cheryl’s tongue stroked Amy’s clit while Phil fucked Cheryl. Dave stood alongside the couch, and Amy stroked his cock with her fingers as she rocked against Cheryl’s gliding tongue.

Returning your attention to Mark, you saw that Anne stood behind him, holding his cock and pressing it toward you. Mr. Black somehow knew how turned on you had been by Mark at the masquerade. Mr. Black pulled you down tight over his cock, his hands on your buttocks, and you felt Mark’s hands on your hips, as his rigid cock brushed your skin. It felt hot and hard.

For several moments, you moved your hips to grind on Mr. Black’s cock, and you reached behind yourself to hold Mark’s cock in your hand, feeling and familiarizing yourself with his hot dick.

As intense sensations of pleasure rolled through your body, Mr. Black held your hips still, and Mark pressed closer to you. Your hand fell away from his cock and you closed your eyes as he pressed the head of his cock to your ass. You shuddered and shivered.

At that moment, another strange thing happened.

You pressed your mouth to Mr. Black’s ear and whispered, “Oh Jack... fuck me...’ The rest of the scene faded away. We were in our room, here, at home, fucking like never before. You fucked me as your Mr. Black. And I took you as my lustful, wanton lady. My hot woman who lusted after Marcus’ cock and got turned on by all the eyes on her naked flesh, and could admit it freely to herself and to me. Where Mark had touched your ass with his cock, I held the purple butt plug.

Steph sunk down over Jack’s cock on the stool and held still. He pressed the lubricated butt plug gently against her ass until it slowly eased in and hesitant discomfort faded into velvety pleasure. Steph’s hips began to move again. Her clit ground against Jack’s stomach. His hands gripped her buttocks as their bodies moved in unison. They began to kiss with a fiery passion until the sensations overwhelmed her and Steph commenced a shuddering orgasm. Jack wiggled the butt plug with his fingers and the orgasm turned into a convulsion.

“Oooohhhhhh,” Steph moaned as the orgasm ricocheted through her shuddering body.

Steph’s moans and convulsions coaxed Jack’s orgasm to follow hers, and his cock pulsed inside her, erupting. Jack’s moans mixed with Steph’s, and their bodies continued to move slowly as aftershocks slowly receded and they relaxed, spent and sated.

“Mmmm...,” Steph gasped in Jack’s ear. “Mr. Black, you make me feel so wonderfully naughty. And if you keep doing things like this to me, I’ll call you whatever you want.”

“Oh,” Jack answered, “I will. We are only just getting started.”

THE END