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Alex was gone by the time Kelly woke that morning. Opening her tired eyes, she checked the ornate china plate she kept on the nightstand and smiled in satisfaction at the thick envelope he left behind. By the look of it, he had tipped her quite handsomely for her services.

This was her standard practice. Unlike most women in her business, Kelly never asked for money up front. Her 'lovers' knew she charged five thousand dollars for a night in her bed. Once satisfied, they discretely placed the money on the plate on their way out.

To some, it might seem that she could easily be cheated, but the men she entertained were unlikely to be so crass. Most of them were extremely wealthy. For such men, a few thousand dollars was a small price to pay for her skills. Even more importantly, it was her discretion that they were purchasing. More often than not, she was tipped several hundred more.

It was easy money for her, but that really wasn’t why she did it. Her legitimate modeling work had already made her wealthy enough, and there were still plenty of photographers and internet sites willing to pay top dollar for her image. For her, it was more about the excitement and pleasure of the act than the cash she received. Even if she did someday choose to quit, sex would still be a necessity for her. Her natural desires were simply too strong for her to do without the company of a man for any real amount of time.

Stretching out her tired muscles, she rose from the bed and made her way across the carpeted floor. Sliding her drapes to the side, she sighed as the heat of the sun washed over her and warmed her nude body. The beach below was empty, but even if it had not been, she wouldn't have bothered covering herself. Nudity felt natural to her and she really wouldn't have minded at all if someone saw her standing naked in her picture window.

The unending pattern of incoming waves filled her with contentment and she smiled happily as she took in the ocean view. There was something magical about the beach, and this view was the main reason she chose to buy this particular home. 'What a beautiful day,' she thought, idly contemplating a peaceful walk along the shoreline.

As she showered off the residue of the previous night, Kelly's thoughts drifted back to Alex. There was something different about him, something she really liked. Though most of the men she saw were nice enough, the fact that she was a prostitute always lurked just under the surface. Last night though, Kelly experienced a man who gave himself to her completely. It almost made her feel bad for taking his money.

"Hell, for the way he made me come, I should have paid him!" Kelly laughed as the thought slipped out and she shook her head. "Well, maybe not. He was a great fuck though."

Those thoughts continued to play deliciously though her mind as she slipped on a pair of shorts and a tight fitting tee. She couldn't deny her attraction to him as she brushed out her thick, brown hair. She thought about what it would be like to have a man like him truly be a part of her life. Never before had she been with a man who might make her want to settle down, but now, she suddenly realized that was exactly what was going through her mind.

“Get a grip girl. It was business, that’s all," she scolded herself in the reflection. Of course, it was only an idle thought. Alexander Wentworth was far too important a man to get seriously involved with a girl like her. He was the kind of man who would decorate himself with a sophisticated debutante, not a professional call girl. Not even an expensive one.

'Hazard of the job, I guess. Anyway, after the fucking I gave him, he’ll be back.' The thought of seeing him again instantly made her pussy damp and a playful smile appeared on her full lips. 'Hopefully, he won't wait too long,' she added mischievously. 'When he does, I'm going to do things to him that will make last night seem like a friendly peck on the cheek.'

Kelly almost blushed at the dirty and lurid thoughts racing through her mind. Thoughts of things she wished he would do to her and thoughts what she would love to do with him. They were thoughts that brought a smile to her face and left a wet spot in her panties.

Her musing was suddenly interrupted by a knock at the door. "Oh, my God! That's got to be Kari! How could she have gotten here so early?"

According to the message she'd left, Kari's bus wasn't due to arrive for hours yet, but Kelly disregarded that fact in the rush of anticipation she felt as she hurried toward the door. It had been eight years since she had last seen her sister and Kelly was eagerly looking forward to seeing what kind of woman Kari had grown up to be.

Underneath her excitement though, Kelly worried about why she was coming at all. Kari was clearly upset when she left the message on her phone, and Kelly was very much afraid that she and her domineering father must have had a serious falling out. The very fact that she dared use the phone at all, instead of writing as she normally did, indicated that something was seriously amiss. Her father certainly would never have allowed it. Kelly was sure of that.

Kelly vividly remembered her own falling out with her father. She had lost her virginity at the tender age of sixteen, and from that moment on had reveled in her newly awakened sexuality. She had been young and foolish though. She knew that now. She was indiscreet in her actions, and aroused suspicions in the adults around her. Finally, perhaps inevitably, a nosy teacher had caught Kelly fucking her boyfriend in the girl’s restroom.

At the time, Kelly was horrified at being caught and begged her not to tell. It was a wasted effort. Salt Lake City was a town of harsh religious belief and Mrs. Grant called Kelly’s father despite the frightened girl’s pleas.

He had said nothing to her on the long ride home. He was cold, refusing to even look at her. Once home however, his anger became apparent. He said terrible things to her and beat her unmercifully. Even as a teen, Kelly was spirited and willful though, and she remained defiant through it all. The more he pushed, the more she refused to accept that physical love was wrong. She just couldn't accept that it was a sin to share her body. Even through her tears, she resisted his accusations and ultimately, he declared her lost to him.

Her father disowned her and commanded to leave the family home. Her only solace was that Kari was at school at when this happened. That her younger sister hadn't been there to witness her disgrace was the one blessing Kelly found comfort in. She desperately hoped Kari’s visit would under better circumstances.

It was with these thoughts that Kelly walked down the long flight of stairs and across the foyer of her large beach house. When she opened the door, her smile quickly vanished. Instead of Kari, the person standing at the door was detective Carl Roman of the Malibu police department, a man she absolutely detested.

“Hiya, Kel,” the police officer said with a smirk as he walked, uninvited, into her home.

Kelly's anger boiled over and she slammed the door behind him. “What the hell are you doing here Carl? Payday isn’t until next week.”

His snarky tone instantly vanished, replaced by a voice dripping with contempt. "Don't get cute with me, cunt. Payday is whenever I say it is."

She glared at him with anger burning in her green eyes, fuming in impotent rage. He was a mean and arrogant son of a bitch and she hated everything about him. Worse, he had her right where he wanted her.

Three years ago, Detective Roman had been investigating one of her clients on a bullshit drug charge and had followed him to Kelly’s home. Intrigued by Kelly's stunning looks, Carl had started watching her, and it didn't take him long to figure out what she did for a living. One night, when she wasn't home, he jimmied the lock to her house and found her client book.

Carl pulled a cigarette from his pack and put it in his mouth. “You don’t mind if I smoke, do ya Kel?”

“I would rather you didn't." Kelly snapped. She was already angry and getting more so by the minute.

Striking the match, Carl lit the cigarette and inhaled deeply. Then he blew it out and dropped it on her expensive carpet. “Sorry, but I think better when I'm smoking.”

“Great. I hope it kills you, but I'd rather you'd dropped dead outside. You’re going to stink up my house with that thing.”

Carl responded by flicking an ash on the floor. “You should leave an ashtray out, Kel," he replied evenly. "It’s easier on the rug,” he replied, obviously enjoying her anger.

Kelly walked to the kitchen, and returning with a small bowl, handed it to him with a poisonous glare. “Here, put your ashes in this if you must smoke that filthy thing.”

“Thank you kindly,” he said as the sarcasm dripped like molasses from his voice. Then he took the bowl from her hand before flicking more ash on the floor. He was clearly baiting her, but when Kelly didn’t bite, he grimaced and decided to change tactics.

“I’m hungry. Are you planning on making some breakfast?” he asked, needling her with his mock innocence.

“Fuck you Carl! Just get to the point. What are you doing here?”

“Does that mean no breakfast?” he prodded again with a reptilian smile.

“What the fuck do you want Carl?!”

Kelly had completely lost her composure, which was exactly what Carl was waiting for. He took another drag on his cigarette and blew the smoke in her face. “I happened to drive by last night and saw a brand new Jag in your driveway.” The smile on his face indicated that he already knew more than he was admitting.

Kelly was still glaring at him and answered his sarcasm with her own. “And I bet you just had to run the plates, didn't you?”

“Of course I did. I had to make sure that it didn't belong to some dangerous psychopath.” Carl began to slowly walk in circles around Kelly, eyeing her bare legs and shapely ass.

“Imagine my surprise when I learned the Jag belonged to Mr. Alexander Wentworth himself. I doubt that Mr. Wentworth’s rather conservative business associates would approve of his paying a prostitute to fuck him every Saturday night.”

Kelly’s eyes burned with contempt. “Let me guess, you feel that a secret like that should be insured. ”She thought she knew where this was going and angrily grabbed her purse. “How much is this one going to cost me?”

“Actually, I was thinking of something a bit more personal.” Carl stepped up behind her and squeezed her ass through her shorts, causing Kelly to flinch noticeably.

"Don't touch me like that!"

“Come on, Kel. I'be never had any thousand dollar pussy before," he replied evenly. "Don’t you think I’ve waited long enough?” The stench of his breath washed over her, smelling of cheap beer and cigarettes as he ran his hand down her bare thigh. “So, what do you say, sound fair to you?”

Kelly clenched her teeth together. “Get your hands off me Carl. I’m not your damned play-toy.” She slapped his hand away and he released her, but didn't move away.

Inwardly, Kelly had been expecting him to demand sex from her eventually. He'd been blackmailing her to the tune of a thousand dollars a week ever since he'd gotten his hands on her client book. In all that time though, he had never so much as touched her. Even though he was married, she figured he would have been all over her long before then. She was beginning to think he was gay.

“C’mon Kel, aren’t you forgetting what you are. You’d fuck anybody who can meet your price. However, if you don’t feel like playing, I suppose I could just call the tabloids. I’m sure they would be interested in a story of a high-powered businessman's infidelity, told from a cop's perspective. I wonder what his wife would say.”

“He’s not married, you asshole!” Kelly spat venomously.

“Who cares? I’m sure he doesn't want the publicity. Besides, it undoubtedly would make the rest of your clients nervous. Of course, if you're a good girl, it can remain our little secret.”

Kelly sighed in defeat. She hated this man with a passion, but he was at least partially right. Her chosen career path had brought her together with many men she found to be unlikable or unattractive. She was a pro, and as much as she disliked doing it, she'd learned to separate her emotions from the act when necessary. Consequently, the idea of having sex with him didn't bother her much if she had reason to do it. What really pissed her off was how goddamn smug he was going to be afterward.

For his part, Carl had made a career out of blackmailing prostitutes and sensed with a cops instincts that this time, she wasn't going to resist. He had dreamed of getting into her pants for months, but until now, he worried his demands might have pushed her too far and destroyed the gravy-train he'd made out of her. Now though, she seemed ready to succumb to him completely and an evil grin framed his face as he cupped her breasts through the thin material of her tee. Roughly, he tweaked her nipples until she winced in pain.

Satisfied that she understood her place, he buried his face in the back of her neck and whispered in her ear. "You either let me tap that sweet little ass of yours or I sell your book and ruin your client’s reputation. You're a whore, Kel. It can't be that hard a choice."

As he stole her client book in an illegal search, Carl couldn't use it as evidence in court, but he damn well could sell it to any tabloid in the country. That book contained the names of some of the most famous celebrities in Hollywood, as well as some of the most powerful businessmen in the state.

Being exposed as clients of hers would create a hugely salacious story in the press and would ruin many of their lives. That was something Kelly wasn't willing to let that happen. Not if she could prevent it just by fucking him anyway. That wasn't as abhorrent to her as it might otherwise have seemed and if Carl thought her a whore, what of it? The truth of it was; he was probably right. “Okay Carl," she finally responded. "I get the message. Just leave Alex out of this.”

“I’m touched by your concern Kel, but I knew you would see it my way.”

"Fuck you, Carl. You probably won't be able to get it up anyway."

Carl smiled at her insult. "If you can't get me hard, what does that say about you? You're supposed to be the best, right?"

His hands groped her and roamed freely over her body as he spoke, fondling her breasts and caressing sides. His touch was eager and insistent, and Kelly began to become aroused despite how she felt about him. She didn't’t want to enjoy this, but the libido that usually served her so well was already betraying her. Her nipples hardened at his touch, and her heartbeat increased as his hands fluttered down over her thighs.

Still standing behind her, Carl unsnapped her shorts and pushed them off her hips before pulling her tee over her head. He held her tightly with an arm under her breasts, pulling her naked back into his chest as he removed his belt and let his pants fall to the floor. Just touching her young beauty was making his cock throb, and he fumbled with the rest of his clothes as he hastily shed them.

Kelly felt his cock pressing into her lower back. It was hot and throbbing with excitement and she felt her pussy begin to lubricate in expectation of being penetrated by it. As much as she hated this man, she knew what was coming. Deciding that there was no point in resisting her own pleasure, she reluctantly gave in to the excitement of knowing she was about to be fucked.

She was almost embarrassed by how quickly he was able to arouse her, but aroused she was and she decided to make the most of it. As he removed the last of his clothes, Kelly turned around and took his stone hard cock in her hands.

"Wow, I'm impressed. You can get a hard-on. I bet your wife hasn't seen this in a long time." Stepping out of her shorts, she led him by his dick to the couch.

"You're such a bitch, Kel, but you are a sexy bitch, which is more than I can say for my wife." Carl was almost disappointed that she was going along so willingly. He wanted to humiliate her and would have loved the chance to dominate her physically. Somehow, her willingness to be had felt anti-climatic to him.

He preferred a woman to whine in fear or to cry softly as he took her. The soft mewl that escaped her lips as he roughly fondled her breasts may have been music to most men, but to him, it just proved she was the whore he considered her to be. Anger flashed in his mind as he leaned in and took her distended nipple into his mouth. He bit her as hard as he dared, hoping she would wince, but the tremble that passed through her was not the kind that could enflame his darker desires.

Deep down, he wanted to mark her, to scar her soul and to bruise her flawless skin, but he knew that there were limits to the pain he dared inflict on her. Still, she was beautiful, if overly responsive to his touch, and he held her body close as licked and sucked her tender flesh.

He wanted her to cry and to feel her try to pull away, but instead, she stood motionless, simply bracing her body against his as he sucked on her tits. It was incredibly frustrating. He loved using his mouth on a woman, but without the fear, she felt like an empty meal to him. Determined to make her feel used, he pushed her roughly toward the couch. “Sit down and spread your legs bitch!”

Carl couldn't believe how erotically she moved. Despite the hate he knew she felt for him, she was purposely enticing him. There was none of the fear he normally felt from the women he coerced, and Carl silently cursed her for denying him that victory. Still, the mere sight of her exquisite body made his mouth water as he watched her slim and curvaceous figure stretch out on the sofa. If he couldn't find a way to hurt her, then he would do his best to leave her feeling used and as unfulfilled as he possibly could. Kneeling down between her thighs, he inhaled her aroma and ran his tongue up between her tender folds.

Misunderstanding his motives, Kelly sighed in surprised contentment as he began to suck on her sex. Supine and catlike, she spread her legs wide, giving him complete access to her juicy pussy. “You want to taste me, you fuck? Then go ahead and lick my pussy. I'm sure it will feel better than your pathetic little cock! Go on, stick it in there! Let me feel your tongue on my clit! Show me that there’s a man hidden somewhere inside that cheap-ass suit!”

Kelly’s voice was strained as the warmth of sex spread from her thighs to the rest of her body. She grabbed Carl’s head with both hands and pulled him close, grinding his face into her pussy.

Carl lathered her sex with his lips and tongue, pulling on her labia and nipping at her soft flesh. Her defiance burned him deeply, but for the moment he was satisfied in simply having a chance feast on her body. He stabbed his tongue roughly into her crease and slid it up and over her clit. Then he pressed his mouth over her mound and sucked her fluids right out from the inside of her hot hole. He soon settled on an agonizing pace, his lips and tongue tracing the same path over her pussy and dragging over her clit, over and over again.

There was no gentleness in his touch, but even in his uncaring urgency, Kelly felt bolts of pleasure striking into her body. She writhed as he sucked her, jerking in his grasp as his teeth occasionally rasped on her lips, but all in all, her blood grew hot and a delicious pressure began to build in her belly. “Oh yeah! Bite me, you fuck! Holy shit! I'm amazed you know what the fuck you're doing.”

Insulting him was strangely satisfying and her voice became filled with contempt as his clumsy efforts continued. Professionally, she would never have allowed herself to verbally abuse a man in this way. Telling Carl what a miserable excuse for a human being he was added fuel to her burning lust though, and soon she was moaning in ecstasy as he sucked the juices from here inflamed channel. The wonderful sensations of his tongue swirling over her pussy began to stoke that fire, and she was beginning to think that this wouldn’t be so bad after all.

Succumbing to his rage, Carl reached up and grabbed her breast, squeezing it roughly. He pinched her nipple viscously and pulled on it, twisting it hard.

Kelly bit her lip, wincing at the surge of pain, but still her blood ran hot and her chest heaved in excitement. The pressure in her belly built and her body trembled as her orgasm began to rise in the distance.

“Ah, that hurt, you fuck!" she hissed as her thighs clamped down on his head. "Is that what gets you off? Then go ahead, make me wince. At least I'll feel something from this, you worthless piece of shit! Keep licking me and suck on my clit! Fucking hell, I can't believe it. You're actually gonna make me come!”

Kelly felt like she was about to explode. Her pussy was steaming and her nipples were as hard as pebbles. Her body jerked hard, but just before she hit a glorious orgasm, Carl abruptly stopped licking and sat up.

“What!" Kelly almost screamed in frustration. "What the hell are you doing? Don’t stop now, I’m too close!” Kelly tried to pull him back down on her pussy, but he just pushed her away.

Carl felt a rush of satisfaction as her emotions finally ran against her. He might not have been able to frighten her, but seeing that look of undisguised need on her face was almost as satisfying.

“This isn't’t for your pleasure, bitch." he hissed. "I just wanted you to be nice and wet before I fucked you. Now, lie over the arm of the couch and spread those pussy lips wide like a good whore!”

She tried to protest, but he grabbed her by the hips and easily flipped her small body over the arm. Then he stepped between her thighs from behind.

Filled with rage, Kelly began to fight against him, but the feeling of his cock pushing into her wet hole caused her to stop struggling. The sensation of his rampant cock invading her body quelled her complaints and she gasped at being so suddenly filled. The effect of him grabbing her long hair and pulling her back sent shivers racing up her spine. Her pussy spasmed and clenched, gripping him hard as he powerfully pumped his dick in and out of her quivering body. Kelly's complaints turned to moans and Carl yanked back on her hard, making her gasp.

“You like it rough don’t you, bitch? That’s what you live for, isn’t it? To be used as a fuck-toy by men you don’t even know!” Carl was pounding her hard, thrusting his hips back and forth and jabbing his cock as deeply into her as he could reach.

Kelly was a gentle woman who preferred sex to be slow and sensual until her passions reached uncontrollable heights. This was anything but that. It was a hard, uncaring fuck that was as mindless as it was feral. He showed no real skill and clearly had no thought of giving her any pleasure from it. Even so, it's animalistic heat felt wildly good to her, and she gripped the couch with white knuckled ferocity as he hammered his throbbing cock into her.

Her body pulsed and tingled from his brutal onslaught and she knew he was really getting to her. If he kept this up, she was going to come all over his cock and she snarled at him, seeking to deny him the satisfaction of knowing how good it felt. “Carl, you're such a fucking idiot! I could have made this incredible for you if you'd just let me! You fuck like you've never seen a pussy before!"

An angry snarl twisted on his lips as he sank his cock deep inside her. He was giving her the hardest fuck he could remember and her ongoing defiance raked his ego raw. Lifting his hand, he slapped her ass hard and snarled through gritted teeth. "Really, bitch? Maybe you'd rather have it in your ass!"

The loud smack of his hand landing on ass coalesced with the sudden sting, causing Kelly to jump in his grip. Her mind was glazed with need and before she could react, she felt his hand press against her ass. Then an even hotter sting radiated through her body as his wet finger forced its way into her rear passage. Kelly gasped and her eyes grew wide as her body clamped down hard. Lewd and unfamiliar sensations began rippling through her, making her jerk with pleasure as he slid the invading digit in an out of her dark hole.

Initially, the burning pleasure of being reamed flooded her mind, bringing her even closer to a huge orgasm. The feeling of his finger stretching her ass was a wonderful compliment to the rough fucking he was giving her, but when he pulled his slippery cock from her aching pussy and placed it against her puckered asshole, Kelly panicked.

Never in her life had Kelly taken a cock in the ass. In the beginning of her sexual awakening, the subject of anal sex had simply never come up. Later, she decided to save the virginity of this one part of her body, hoping that someday she would meet a man for whom she might give up all others. She wanted that man to be the first to have this part of her. Carl most definitely was not that man!

Knowing that he wasn't going to stop just because she asked him to, Kelly had to think fast. She squeezed her muscles tight, trying to deny him entry. His bulbous head rubbed insidiously against her asshole, pressing inward hard, but not quite getting past her ring. His grip on her hips was growing painful and his hands were leaving red imprints on her smooth skin.

Carl gritted his teeth and growled at her. “Loosen up bitch, or I'm going to ram my cock right through you!”

Kelly's heart was pounding in her chest. She could feel him slipping in and knew he would penetrate her soon. His straining cock was dripping with her pussy juice and it was acting as a lubricant, easing him past her defenses. She could feel his cock slowly making progress, working its way into her rear entry, and she out screamed in pain. “Ah, No! … Wait, please, I’m not ready! You’re just too big for me!”

Finally hearing her panicked screams sent Carl's lust into high gear. An evil, maniacal grin spread over his face as he savored his victory. All he had to do was get his cock in her ass and he knew he'd break her once and for all. “That’s too goddamn bad, bitch!" he sputtered. "You’re going to take it anyway!” Carl steadied himself behind her, drawing back for a final hard thrust that he was sure would rip past her ring. As he shifted his position though, his grip on her body relaxed.

Feeling his hold on her loosen, Kelly quickly slipped out of his grip and dropped to her knees in front of him.

“Okay, you win, all right? You can have my ass, but you have to let me get us both ready.” It was a bold-faced lie, but without waiting for him to respond, Kelly slid her mouth over his gooey cock and bathed it with her tongue.

Carl thought that he was already hard enough, but feeling her stuff her mouth with his dick was too much for him to resist. He groaned as she swallowed him whole, figuring he would let her suck him for a few minutes before making her stop. By then, he would be hard enough to stick his dick right through a block of concrete.

Kelly’s experience at fellatio had taught her how to keep a man from coming even when he himself could no longer control it. She had also learned how to make almost any man come in seconds. Cupping his balls in the palm of her hand, she squeezed them gently. Then she started humming as she swallowed his cock completely, letting him slide past her tonsils and down to his roots. Kelly bobbed her head furiously as she squeezed and fondled his hairy nuts until the inevitable happened.

Ah, shit!!” Carl wasn't expecting such an intense assault on his cock and he instinctively thrust into her wet embrace as he started to come uncontrollably. His semen boiled out of his balls, filling Kelly’s mouth and sliding easily down her throat.

After he came, Kelly threw her head back and made a show of swallowing his load. Then she moved back down on his enflamed rod and sucked noisily, draining him of everything he had left. Only after Carl completely spent himself did she remove her mouth. He was finished for the day. Kelly was sure of it.

“Sorry. I guess I just lost control of myself,” she said impishly. Kelly futilely tried to stroke his now limp cock back to life, but it was a wasted effort. For all intents and purposes, his prick was essentially dead.

Incredibly, Carl’s bravado deflated as quickly as his erection. “Ah, it’s all right, Kel. Okay. Maybe next time we can do...that.” Sounding much like an inexperienced teenager, Carl nervously cast his gaze around, looking for his clothes. “Shit, I gotta go.”

To her amusement, Carl was suddenly in a huge hurry to leave and he hardly even looked at her as he quickly put on his pants and gathered the rest of his clothes. As he fumbled with his car keys, he mumbled something about seeing her next week. In seconds, he was out the door.

Kelly was relieved that he was gone, but she knew that this was only the beginning of her problem. Now that he'd had her body he would only want more and it was only going to be a matter of time before he demanded another shot at her ass. Worse still, the next time he wouldn't be so easy to sidetrack.

That thought was for another time though. All of that rough sex and the lingering taste of cum on her lips had left her so hot that her pussy was just quivering with need. The son of a bitch had driven her to the edge half a dozen times and yet had managed to deny her the orgasm she so desperately needed to quench the fire roaring through her body. It was as humiliating as it was undeniable, and she hated to think what that bastard would say if he knew what kind of state he'd left her in.

Running a finger between her pink lips, she gasped again as it plunged it into her depths. The wet, squishing sounds her pussy made caused her to tremble and the delicious sensation of her walls being stretched filled her with a renewed need to be touched. With deliberate slowness, Kelly worked one finger after another into her pussy, strumming and teasing her wet folds with a steady rhythm. Her fingers sank into her pussy, filling her as if they were a thick cock. She rotated her hand and brushed her thumb over her clit, shivering as the sensations pulsed through her body.

The warmth of her touch caused a moan of pleasure to issue from her throat. Trembling as she remembered the intensity of Carl's touch, she raised her hips and ran a single finger onto her rosebud. The idea of taking a hard cock up her ass turned her on much more than she expected and she held her breath as she sank her middle finger down to the knuckle. The presence against the walls of her anus gave her a feeling of fullness that she was unaccustomed to and the fluids of her pussy ran down and over her asshole, lubricating her just as it had Carl's finger had.

Kelly slid her other hand up over her curved hips and caressed her breasts. She squeezed and fondled her tits, rolling her distended nipples between her fingers.

With one hand buried in her sex, and the other kneading her boobs, Kelly was bringing herself into a frenzy of lust. Her breathing was heavy, and her body was covered with sweat. She draped one of her long, shapely legs over the back of the couch and rested the other on the floor, spreading her thighs and opening her pussy wide.

Sliding her stiff fingers inside, she fucked herself furiously with long, hard thrusts. Desiring even more intense contact, she pulled her nipple up to her lips and sucked the tender bud into her mouth.

Sensations of pleasure were dancing over her skin like static electricity, a glorious St. Elmo’s fire of passion burning into her flesh. She closed her eyes and her body trembled as her climax approached. Kelly bucked as her body pulsed and then screamed out loud as her orgasm rolled through her. The convulsions were strong and her legs cramped as her body quaked with the tension of her release.

In moments, it was over. Kelly lay limp on her couch, her fingers still slowly drawing shapes in the wetness of her pussy. Her breathing slowed as sexual fatigue began to take its delicious toll. Kelly listened to her own heartbeat as its steady, insistent thrumming calmed and her body relaxed until she could barely move. In a daze, she walked naked up to her bedroom and dropped onto her bed, passing into the oblivion of sleep.