Jasmine flower

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Jasmin Marchand had her full lips wrapped around Mark Archer's erect penis when her cellphone rang. He was sitting on the couch in his living room in a T-shirt and his glasses, his sweat pants in a puddle around his bare ankles and Jasmin was kneeling between his legs with her head bent determinedly to her task. She continued to bob her head up and down on his shaft, her hands leaving their stroking duties to search for the chiming handset in her purse as it hung down from her shoulder.

She was licking up the leaking pre-cum from the head of his penis when she brought the phone up to look at the name of the caller on the screen. 'Bianca' it said. Impatient Bianca, wondering how come 'dropping off a message' was taking so long. Jasmin hit the answer button and took her mouth off him. "I'll be right down. Give me a minute!"

"Well, hurry up!" Bianca laughed. "We want to get to the cute guys before some other women snatch them up!"

"Uh-hmm." Jasmin hummed in acknowledgment, her tongue going up and down his cock before Bianca had gotten out her second word. Her eyes locked on Mark's amused face as she hit the hang-up button and continued what she was doing. She licked, sucked, kissed even as she stroked his shaft with her hands, and she fondled and licked his balls and repeatedly took him back into her mouth until he gave a sharp cry and jerked as his cum began to enter her mouth in spurts. She closed her eyes and swallowed automatically ...

Two and a half months since their first fateful night of hard sex and a weekend she had spent naked and being fondled, kissed, licked and fucked in her apartment and then his, their 'arrangement' had not burned itself out. And sex with Mark had become a rather regular part of her life. At least two days of every week, sometimes three, once or twice four, involved at some point, Mark's dick or tongue sliding inside her pussy and a significant number of orgasms before they took their leave of each other. Her last two month's entries into her journal made it read like a sex novel and she had not showed it to her therapist since she made the fateful decision to enter in that first night with Mark ... in rather explicit detail. Afterwards, Jasmin found herself entering as much of every encounter as she could. Thankfully, after two pointed inquiries and a few indirect suggestions, much to her relief, Dr. Patterson had quietly let the matter of her journal lie.

This was the second episode of sexual contact between them that day. He had taken her from behind that afternoon in the hotel on 53rd, hard and fast, coming less than five minutes after their entry into the room. Jasmin, easily orgasmic, had still managed to come within that short time. There was often no time to fully undress when she got to the hotel during their lunchtime rendezvous so she usually just hiked up her skirt and opened her blouse, spreading her legs or bending over for him, her panties and bra often off before she left her office. This time, she had successfully gotten her top and office pants off, but her panties she had simply pulled aside, impatient for him to enter her after three days without him being inside her. He had travelled on business and after the second day, with a higher than normal workload, she had become a bundle of nerves and thoughts of him stroking inside her suddenly to began to invade her mind at inopportune moments throughout the day.

The blowjob she was administering now was an apology of sorts. She had arrived less than five minutes earlier to give it to him, telling him to sit down and shut up after a quick licking kiss on his lips at the door. She had then hung up her coat and quickly gone to work. Usually she liked to take her time but she had people waiting for her downstairs so she was doing what she knew would overwhelm him quickly so she could swallow him and get back to the car.

It would be her birthday at the stroke of midnight and he had obviously planned to have her already impaled on his cock at the moment the clock struck twelve. But Jasmin's girlfriends had already arranged a night out dancing to celebrate and she could not cancel. Mark had not complained or said anything beyond a neutral "That's okay" when she told him over the phone. It was when he had called to tell her to meet him at the hotel that morning. Jasmin thought he was disappointed - his fucking of her in the hotel had a touch of ... anger to it, which her naughty side had liked more than she wanted to admit. She was feeling some regret too - she was looking forward to being with her friends, some of whom she had not seen in more than a year - but greeting a new year in her life with an orgasm was something her naughty side would have liked as well. Very much.

As soon as she was certain he was done cumming, Jasmin took her mouth off Mark's penis and stood up, job done. Without another word, she went to the last-minute-check mirror by his apartment door, examining herself before she went back out for any tell-tale signs.

There was a small droplet of cum on her chin and she quickly wiped and licked it off her finger. She reached into her purse for a tube of lipstick and gloss and layered them both on her lips - having left her earlier application on Mark's now semi-flaccid member. She examined herself in the mirror one last time, fidgeting needlessly with long black hair that was still tight in its bun. She was wearing a low rise long black skirt with a slit up to her upper mid-thigh and a white cotton wrap-around shrug top with wide sleeves and a neckline that showed a moderate but noteworthy amount of cleavage. Matching dangling ear-rings and an ankle bracelet, together with a black choker with a gold pendant around her neck completed the picture along with her tiny white handbag and white strappy leather high-heels. She was wearing disposable green contacts on her brown eyes and they looked back at her as she gave herself another once-over.

Jasmin wondered if her friends would notice how her nipples were sharply poking through the lace of her demi-cup and the cotton of her top. She wondered even more if she should have simply straddled and ridden him to his release. Her pussy was alive with heat but it would be some minutes at the earliest before he would be able to 'rise to the occasion.' Jasmin turned around to find Mark standing and pulling his sweat pants up, and she walked up to him.

"I'll be back as soon as I can. 2 o'clock?" she said, putting her arms around his neck and pressing herself against him.

He kissed her. "Sure. That'll be okay."

Jasmin was still enjoying the next kiss, and the way his hands were stroking her bared hips, when the phone started ringing again. She broke the kiss, sighing. "Be ready for me, Mr. Archer." she said, looking pointedly at his crotch and running her hand over it. Then she touched herself through her skirt. "Cause I'll be ready for you."

He grinned nonchalantly, the all too familiar predatory gleam in his eyes. "Sure."

She nodded happily. It may be nothing more than an 'arrangement' but she would keep him happy if she could. It was definitely worth it for the consistently great - mindblowing, in fact - and satisfyingly regular sex she was having with him. She wore her coat and was answering the phone as his apartment door closed behind her. "I'm coming, I'm coming!"

The line in front of the club was not quite as long as they had feared. Jasmin, Bianca, Nadine, Anna and Charlotte climbed out of their taxi and quickly walked across the street to join the queue. It took less than five minutes for them to reach the front but by that time, Nadine had been forced to fend off two especially strong advances from men on the line while Bianca had allowed one to strike up a conversation with her. The rest of her friends had simply exchanged knowing smiles - Bianca was an incorrigible flirt. Nadine, Anna and Jasmin were still catching up - the three of them had not been together in the same place for almost two years.

The taxi ride down to the club had been full of teasing and laughter, Bianca loudly demanding to know if Jasmin's 'message' had been for a 'cute boyfriend' she was keeping for herself and did not want to share. Luckily for her, Jasmin's telltale nipples had been well covered by her coat so she could easily laugh off her friend's question that was so dangerously close to the truth. The only thing was that Mark was not her boyfriend, even though it was quite obvious that they were exclusive sex partners. She did not particularly know why she kept her 'arrangement' with Mark a secret from her friends. Perhaps it was more that her naughty side liked the fact that she had a secret lover - or a man with whom she just had lots and lots of pure, unadulterated hardcore sex with loads of foreplay thrown in for good measure. The fact was, despite how often they were on top of each other within minutes of being alone, he seemed to enjoy foreplay sometimes even more than the sex, which she certainly could appreciate.

Jasmin had fallen silent after that for a short moment, thinking. She enjoyed Mark's company, true enough. But he was far too cool, collected and liable to turn commanding, even if in a strangely attractive way that reverberated with the side of her that liked a man taking charge in bed. He did not drink, smoke or really do anything that risked his losing control. He was simply not her type for a relationship no matter how great a sexual match he was, she decided. She prefered the somewhat brash, persistent and passionate type.

But, she had to admit, they had nice, long and interesting conversations, usually after they lay spent on the couch or in bed, and he easily made her laugh. They had even gone to the movies twice. Both times after having sex at her place and discovering nothing to watch on TV. They had fucked afterwards, of course, foreplay beginning in the theatre and ending on his couch both times as his apartment was closest to the cinema. And if she were being completely truthful, there were times that they had actually had lunch and talked during a lunch break meeting. After sex had been gotten out of the way, of course.

And there had been an evening that she had simply had fun without having sex with him ... first. She was working at her desk in her apartment after work when her laptop had flashed blue at her, shut down and simply refused to restart. Jasmin knew her way around computers but her computer simply refusing to start was completely new to her. Panicked that she had lost blueprints that she had been working on for three weeks, she had called her firm's IT guy only to be told that he was not in the city and that he was not going to be at work the next day. Ready to burst into tears, she picked up the phone and called the nearest person she knew who may know a thing about bringing a laptop back to life; Marcus Nathan Archer, her nerdy engineer fuck buddy.

He had told her to come over with the computer and every program disk she could carry, and as she watched and learned, he had extracted her hard drive, rescued her data, helped her wipe the disk clean and re-installed a fresh operating system on her laptop. It took time for them to re-install every application and upgrade and while the computer hummed away, they talked and joked around like the first time they had dinner outside the Thai restaurant on the High Street. He ordered pizza and they talked, and even played video games in between checking to see if the re-incarnation of her computer was going well. He upgraded her video card and RAM while he was at it and by the time she was ready to leave, she was three hours behind her schedule, but her laptop was better than new.

Three minutes after she left for her apartment, he answered a knock at his door to find her there again. This time, her laptop and its case was left by the door as she made herself forty five extra minutes behind schedule, getting licked and caressed and having her pussy plunged into until she squealed out in ecstacy for the second time on his couch. She had left her panties behind and gone to put in some more work at home before she went to bed, still wanting more and masturbating furiously before she went to sleep. Luckily, he had dropped by the following morning for twenty heated minutes before he continued on to work.

The bouncers all smiled at the ladies, and wished them a good night when they got to the door, waving them all in with only a cursory check into their purses. Bianca took her new beau in with them and smiled naughtily when they took off their coats and he whistled appreciatively at her. She was wearing a mid-riff baring halter top with a wide keyhole opening into her cleavage and tight low-rise leather pants that clung to her like a second skin. She was wearing no bra and her nipples made clear impressions on the stretchy fabric of her top. Anna and Nadine were both in short skirts and thin loose tops while Charlotte was wearing something long like Jasmin's with a crop top corset. The man in the cloakroom booth also whistled when he saw Jasmin without her coat and he winked lewdly at her as she handed it to him and took the token out of his hand, giving him an amused smile. They descended the stairs down to the strobelighted club floor.

Bianca went straight to the dance floor with the man she had brought in while the other girls went to get a table and drinks. They laughed and chatted, talking loudly over the pounding music, watching Bianca tease the man until it was obvious he thought he had struck it lucky before she lifted on her toes and bussed him on the cheek and then sharply turned around and walked over to their table, leaving him gaping with an uncomfortable looking bulge in his trousers.

"That was mean, Bianca!" Anna admonished.

Bianca turned around with her drink to look at the guy who was still staring at her and kissed at him. "Oh ... I'm probably taking him home tonight." She waggled her eyebrows. "But I think I should see if there's anything better first, don't you?"

"I thought we were here to celebrate my birthday?" Jasmin said with a grin.

"It's not yet your birthday, Jasmin." Bianca retorted, making a show of looking at her watch "You've still got two hours left! So until then, I'm man-hunting!"

They all laughed. Bianca was just a shade away from completely slutty and she knew it.

"I don't know." Nadine said with a sly wink, "... but maybe you should be man-hunting too, Jasmin?" Nadine was in the second year of a long term relationship that, from all indications, was about to yield an engagement ring.

"Yep!" Charlotte agreed. "Nothing like saying hello to a new year with an orgasm."

As they giggled together, Jasmin felt the heat rushing to her cheeks at her earlier thoughts being echoed, squirming in her seat. Mark would probably agree. Suddenly, despite how much she was enjoying herself with her friends, she was hoping the time to leave the club would come sooner rather than later.

"Speaking from experience, Charlotte?" Bianca asked, smiling.

"Larry rode me to my last birthday ..." Charlotte's own relationship was six months old and she was full of stories of what she and her Larry got up to. "It was great. We started screwing at exactly 11:55 and at exactly midnight, he started singing 'Happy Birthday' to me!"

They all laughed again.

"So what about it, Jasmin?" Bianca asked, eyes flashing. "Are you going to find you a man to sing you 'Happy Birthday'."

"Let's just dance first, alright?" Jasmin said firmly.

An hour later, Jasmin was sipping from her glass and dancing with a slim and very handsome man who obviously wanted to get much closer to her body. Anna was dancing far more closely with a man with dark hair, his hands on her waist and her hand behind his head. Charlotte and Nadine danced with each other, clearly broadcasting that they were not available for dancing with a man any closer than arms length. Bianca on the other hand had herself wrapped around the man she had come in with after dancing closely with two other men. It seemed she had made her choice about looking for something better to take home tonight.

The man Jasmin was dancing with suddenly stepped closer and just as suddenly frowned as she felt someone lean forward from behind to speak softly into her ear. "Hey."

Jasmin turned sharply to see Mark in a well tailored blazer, designer shirt and dark jeans, with his ever present glasses. She was careful to keep her face neutral as she started to dance with him, inadvertently but completely ignoring the frustration on the face of the man who been dancing with her just a few seconds earlier. Mark was not as handsome as the man she had just left but the sight of him had caused a tightening in her breasts that had her lips parting in heat. The warmth in between her legs intensified as he moved with her in an easy step, finding herself a little surprised that he was not atrocious on his feet. He held out his hands and she took them as they continued to dance across the dance floor. Jasmin remembered that he had asked her which club they were going to in the hotel as he pulled her panties back up on her and she had told him.

She put her glass down at some point, and moved into his arms, crushing herself against him like Bianca was doing with her new found beau after an appropriate amount of time so her friends would not suspect that this was not the first time she was seeing him. Charlotte and Anna gave her winks and a thumbs up, but Nadine obviously could not see why she left a better looking man for who was dancing with as she also shrugged and raised her eyebrows. Jasmin felt his hands settle on her waist, his thumbs stroking the sides of her stomach and she threw her arms around his neck. She felt the mass of his manhood begin to engorge and press against her belly and she trembled as her pussy began to flood with lubrication.

She wanted to kiss him but she was not certain her friends would not guess that he was not just chance met at the club. He was effortlessly stirring up what she had foolishly started when she went to give him that blowjob. Why did she not ride him instead? She was tempted to just lift up her skirt and let him inside her pussy in the middle of the dancefloor - it would still be dancing, wouldn't it? Fucking was dancing too; bodies moving to a particular beat till they both exploded in a crescendo of ecstacy ...

He leaned forward to whisper in her ear "I'm going outside. Come meet me. Five minutes." He suddenly moved away from her and kissed her hand like a French noble. Then he turned and left for the bar, away from the door.

"Who was that guy?" Nadine asked when she went back to her friends - he had virtually carried her across the dancefloor away from them.

"I don't know." Jasmin lied, breathing a little flustered.

"Well, he obviously had quite an effect on you." Charlotte said quietly enough for only Jasmin to hear over the loudness of the music, eyeing her chest and turning away with a smug grin.

Jasmin realized her nipples poking sharply through the cotton of her top and sighed, directing a small frown at her friend. Cum was coating her inner thighs, and she knew she may not be able to last another two and a half hours before she had to get to Mark or go into the bathroom to 'relieve' herself. Perhaps more than once.

But he would be outside in five minutes, waiting for her.

She really had no choice.

"Need to go to the bathroom." Jasmin said quickly. "Back in a sec."

"Okay." Nadine said while Charlotte only raised her eyebrows.

Jasmin went toward the toilets at the rear of the club, keeping an eye out until she was behind a pillar and then swung around, pushing herself through the press of dancing bodies on the side of the club away from her friends. It did not take her long but it seemed to last forever as she had to excuse herself and fend off the hands of more than male who tried to grab at her hand. One made to lay a hand on her ass and she slapped at the offending hand with a snarl. She reached the door at last and stood on her tip toes to make sure her friends were not, by some strange coincidence, looking in her direction. She saw them, and smiled affectionately. None were. Nadine and Charlotte were dancing with each other still, Bianca was being held from behind by her chosen man and Anna was chatting amiably with the dark haired man she had been dancing with, holding a glass in her hand.

Quickly, she ran up the stairs and went past the cloakroom to the entrance. There were even less people lined up. But no Mark.

"Leaving so soon, Miss?" one of the huge bouncers, with the scar over his eye, asked. "The night's just starting."

"I'll be right back." she said, smiling at the large man before she continued looking around for Mark.

"Cool." the guard answered, turning away to pat down the man in a couple before he let him in.

She suddenly saw Mark to her right, leaning against a car little distance away. He saw her and, expressionless, slowly got off the car and walked on until he disappeared around a corner. Jasmin, casually started walking after him, feeling her heart beat faster the closer she got to the corner. She turned it and nearly cursed out loud when she did not see him immediately. But then she saw looking at her from the mouth of a darkened alleyway twenty yards away from her. He grinned and moved into it, out of sight. Jasmin moved quickly to follow him and entered the alleyway to discover that it was an empty dead end, the only illumination a flourescent light bulb far up on a fire escape six stories up and the silver light barely reached down to the second floor. Feeling her pussy begin its familiar contractions in anticipation, her naughty side cheering her on, Jasmin decided that it was more than private enough. Mark was leaning on his side against the wall, looking at her with his familiar predatory gleam.

Jasmin let out a moan and nearly ran at him. She pushed him up against the wall and began to kiss him, hands going down to feverishly unzip him out of his pants. He kissed her back, kneading her breasts through her top, licking at her lips and her licking and sucking hungrily back as she reached into the fly of his jeans and boxers to pull out his dick. He froze as she began to stroke his full length and then firmly pushed her away to the perpendicular wall that made the alley a dead end.

"No. Later, Jasmin." he said after a deep breath, swiftly returning his member back into his pants and zipping up.

Jasmin stared at him, confused and trembling. Then she smiled devilishly and began to hike up her skirt till it was bunched around her hips. She was wearing a particularly tiny thong and she moved the lace to one side, exposing the parted and wetly gleaming lips of her vagina.

"I need you, Mr. Archer." she whispered as she began to stroke herself, eyes locked on his. "I need you to fuck me." She plunged a finger into herself and shuddered as her other hand went up to cup and squeeze one of her boobs through her top. She fondled her soft flesh as she continued to piston her finger into her cunt. "Please?" She kept her eyes on his through her shuddering and the low moans in her throat. She smiled as he took a step towards her, the hunger in his eyes reflecting her own, and her finger exited her cunt and began to circle around her clit. She leaned her back against the wall and bent her knees so he could see her more clearly in the very dim light.

Mark reached her in a rush and Jasmin once again single-mindedly reached for his zipper. But she never got more than a quickly lost hold of it as he went to one knee in front of her, his head bending towards her glistening pussy. Jasmin gasped when his tongue touched her, and then whimpered as his lips followed to kiss her swollen clit and suck at her slimy wet folds. Jasmin held his head with her hands as he ate her, thankful for the wall and her heels, eyes squeezed shut and shaking and quivering as he worked her pussy with his mouth. She had begun to cry out softly when his mouth left her, making her whimper in protest. She opened her eyes when she felt his hands grip the French-cut waist band of her panties and she obligingly lifted her ass off the wall so he could slide them off her hips and again obligingly stepped out of them when they got to her ankles.

Her eyes were already closed in anticipation when he hitched up one leg to rest on his shoulder and he moved his head between her legs again. She heard him sniff her in deeply as he invariably did - something her naughty side had come to love - before he continued lapping, sucking and kissing at her cunt. She gasped aloud when his tongue rasped against her clit again and she had to bite her lip to keep from screaming when he pressed down on it with his lips. Her weight was now completely balanced on the wall and on one leg, the other leg resting over Mark's shoulder to keep her open for his marauding mouth. She struggled to open her eyes to look down at the man between her legs, his head moving as he inundated her with pleasure. It was one of the most erotic sights she had ever seen. And the fact that practically anybody could take three steps into the alley and see her with her skirt hiked up around her waist, getting her pussy eaten while standing up against the wall had her naughty side turning cartwheels in her head. It was just so wanton and wicked ... and it excited her no end. Abruptly, she closed her eyes again and bucked against his mouth as she felt her orgasm come rushing at her.

Jasmin let out a sharp squeal as she began to come, shuddering and shaking wildly as wave after wave of pleasure crashed into her. That she was on her feet in a none-too-clean alleyway having her cunt licked and sucked only seemed to enhance the intensity of her orgasm and she barely managed to keep herself upright as Mark's mouth continued the assault on her pussy. And so she was barely aware of him moving his mouth away from her until he slid ... 'something', up inside her.

It felt knobbly and ribbed, and about one and a half times as thick and long as a man's finger. Jasmin went as stiff as a board in startlement, and she looked down, somewhat alarmed, at Mark as he carefully fitted and tied what looked and felt like a tie-on string bikini with extra lycra straps around her waist and hips.

"What ...?" she asked, breathlessly, still recovering from her orgasm.

"I got you something." Mark said as he fitted and tied the last strap, and Jasmin realized that all the extra windings and tying were meant to keep the ... 'thing' ... inside her firmly in place - the 'bikini' and the 'thing' were, in fact, one and the same. He straightened and stood up. "Trust me?" He held her by the waist and bent his head to kiss her, pulling her close.

Jasmin kissed him back automatically, putting her arms around his neck, mind churning. She tasted herself on his lips and mouth and as usual she took her time to lick and get it all off. Strangely enough, despite her initial alarm, she realized she felt no anxiety. He had been inside her more often than all but one of the other man she had ever been with combined, and it certainly looked like he was going to be fucking her a great deal of a lot more. Quite simply, she had to trust him.

"But what is it ..?" Jasmin began to ask when she suddenly felt the 'thing' begin to expand inside her, growing longer and wider and twisting as it swole in size. "Oh ...!" It rapidly grew until it had pushed it's way three more inches into her pussy, and then just as suddenly it shrank, twisting the other way. Then it expanded again, twisting so she could feel the deliciously ribbed knobs of the 'thing' moving inside her, and Jasmin threw her head back, crying out at the exquisite pleasure it was inflicting on her. And once again, as she trembled in reaction, it shrank back to its original size. And then it was still.

"Let's go back to the club." Mark said when Jasmin opened her eyes, staring up at him, shock and wonder on her face as she realized just how twisted his mind could get.

"You expect me to go back with ... this 'thing' ... inside me?!" she whispered, scandalized.

"Yes, Miss Marchand." Mark said firmly. "And you're going to spend the whole night with it."

"But, my friends ...!"

"It will only come on when I'm this close to you." Mark cupped her butt cheek and grinned evilly. "And make no mistake, Miss Marchand. I do intend to dance with you for quite a while." He squeezed her soft flesh through her skirt, "This close."

Jasmin suddenly could envision exactly how she would be spending the next hour or so in the club. While she would be dancing with him, he would be masturbating her with his creation in plain sight without anybody being any the wiser. Except that she would be writhing, bucking, shuddering and possibly screaming in his arms in full sight of her friends and everybody else on the dancefloor. She felt the familiar hungry warmth settle in between her legs again. She should have been mortified at the thought, but instead it excited her. A lot.

"You are so nasty ..." she finally said with a smile of acquiesance, playfully curling her lip and wrinkling her nose at him.

"Guilty as charged." he replied before his mouth descended on hers again.

They re-entered the club, ten seconds apart. The huge scarred bouncer smiled in recognition at Jasmin and waved her in without any ado. He, however, stopped Mark for a cursory re-search before he left him in. As he walked in, Mark watched Jasmin descend the stairs to the dancefloor, watching the seductive sway she put in her hips because she knew he was watching. When she got to the bottom, she looked over her shoulder and quickly kissed her full lips at him before she disappeared into the club's interior.

Their entire encounter had taken just over fifteen minutes.

"Where have you been?" Nadine demanded when Jasmin finally got to her friends after taking a detour around the other side of the dancefloor so she could look like she just came from the toilets.

"Little girls' room, remember?"

"Were you having a baby?" Bianca inquired, her new-found beau nowhere in sight for the moment. "Or taking a ...?"

"Hold it, Bianca." Charlotte raised an admonishing hand. "Let's not get too graphic!"

They all laughed, Jasmin thankful none of them could even begin to guess at what had really happened in those fifteen minutes she had been gone from them. The thought of it brought heat to her cheeks and her nipples began to swell to full hardness in renewed arousal, especially as she felt the 'thing' inside her pussy. Even lying dormant it felt good.

The five women began to dance together when a song they had all loved in University came on the speakers, singing the chorus out loud and gigling at each other. They danced together and laughed for the next three songs. But the next song brought back Anna's man of the night and Anna allowed herself to be led away with an apologetic grin to her friends. Nadine was the next to go off, surprised and delighted by her Alan showing up. She introduced him to Bianca and Charlotte before she led her man away.

Jasmin felt the hairs rise at the back of her neck when Mark suddenly put his hands on her bare hips. She did not need to turn her head to know it was him. But she still turned her head around to look at him as she started to casually grind back at him behind her. Her friends all giggled and she giggled back at them when suddenly, the 'thing' inside her swole and twisted. She gasped, eyes popping out, and as she trembled, it abruptly stopped.

"Are you alright, Jasmin?" Charlotte asked, looking a little alarmed.

"Yeah ..." Jasmin said, continuing to grind back against Mark as if nothing had happened. "I'm ... I'm fine." His dick was hard against her ass and she could feel it grow as he pressed his crotch against her softness. Cum was flooding her pussy around the intruder inside it and her nipples were halfway to standing at full turgid attention.

"Are you sure?" Bianca asked, concern on her face as well.

"Yeah, I'm sure." Jasmin assured them, wondering if she would be able to survive the rest of the night; Mark was going to be ruthless in torturing her with his diabolical creation. He was fond of doing just that; arousing and exciting her until she was reduced to near begging. He had once had her impaled on him on her couch and, exercising a control that still amazed her, held them both still until Jasmin was blubbering and pleading for him to start fucking her properly and let her cum.

Her two friends looked at each other, shrugged and continued dancing.

Three minutes later, Bianca's own man for the night found them, found her and dragged her off. Charlotte, finding herself alone without a male dance partner, finally allowed a man come close enough to dance with her - at more or less arm's length - two minutes afterwards.

Jasmin saw Bianca wrap one leg around her dance partner, salsa like, as they danced; obviously indicating that she was definitely taking him home that night, while Anna was already kissing her date on the dance floor. Nadine was being held from behind, smiling and grinding against her Alan, who obviously could not dance beyond a few simple steps.

Jasmin wanted to turn around and throw her arms around Mark's neck when he leaned over her shoulder to whisper into her ear. "Come with me."

She gestured to Charlotte that she was going with the man who had been dancing behind her as he began to drag her away. Charlotte eyed her sharply pointing nipples and gave her an encouraging grin and wink - obviously thinking Jasmin had found a man to sing her 'Happy Birthday' like her own Larry had done. Jasmin allowed Mark to lead her further unto the dancefloor into a somewhat darkened corner where the music was much louder than where they had left. Jasmin went into Mark's arms immediately and like he promised, he held her close and within seconds, the 'thing' was moving inside her cunt, swelling and twisting its ribbed knobs inside her as she cried out, gasped, and bucked in pleasure against him.

A minute into it Jasmin did not know if she would survive her 'dancing' with Mark. Her sex was sending all sorts of distracting sensations through her body from the twisting of the ribbed and straited 'thing' stroking through her as it swole and shrank inside her pussy. Mark abruptly made it stop and restarted it without warning throughout their 'dancing', making her shake wildly each time it started moving again. Her knees buckled more than once and the last time she had to bury her face in his neck, stifling her cries as he lifted her off her feet and held her writhing form. He turned her around to dance with her from behind and Jasmin continued to squeal and cry out as he grinded against her, one hand holding and caressing her by her bare belly. The music drowned out her cries and whimpers as the 'thing' in her pussy fucked her steadily while she danced with who was controlling it, hungrily grinding her ass against him to feel more of his completely engorged and hardened member.

His other hand, the one that was not on her belly, began periodically moving up to cup and squeeze one of her breasts and then just as casually return to her waist before going back up again. She was aware that anyone looking could see her allowing herself to be fondled like a wanton slut - but she was already beyond caring. In the end, she spun around and pulled his mouth down on hers, wrapping one leg around him and feeling his hand cup her ass and squeeze as she writhed at the 'thing' relentlessly continuing its tortuous swelling, twisting and contracting inside her, moaning loudly against his mouth.

Jasmin did not know whether to be thankful or to curse out loud when the 'thing' suddenly stopped moving inside her and Mark stepped back away from her after breaking the kiss. She was breathing hard, lips trembling, her pussy was pulsing with cum, her nipples swollen hard and pointing their full aroused one inch through her top. Horny did not begin to describe how she felt.

Mark smiled at her. Then he leaned forward to say in her ear, loudly over the music. "I'm going to fuck you, Jasmin Marchand." Words that have come to send a thrill through her each time she heard him say them. "But don't be too late."

Jasmin could have hit him for the smugness of his grin. She continued to tremble as she watched him weave his way through the dancing crowd. Her cunt felt like a wet and raging inferno and images of Mark plumbing away inside her in every which way flooded her mind as she watched him move away from her. She unconsciously started to push her way through the crowd after him, when she felt a hand grab hers.

It was Bianca. "Who was that guy?" she asked, shouting over the music, curiousity bright in her eyes.

"I don't know ..." Jasmin lied again.

"Liar!" Bianca snorted disbelievingly. "I saw you two!"

Jasmin felt the heat rising on her cheeks and decided to try another tack; "He gave me his number." Not exactly the whole truth, but the truth.

"And?" Bianca smiled naughtily.

"I think I'm giving him a call when I get home." Jasmin grinned back. "Tonight."

"Great!" Bianca laughed, but then she pulled at Jasmin's hand and started dragging her away. "Come on, birthday girl. We're all waiting for you!"

Jasmin took a deep breath to calm herself, resolving to steel herself to get through the next - she looked at her watch; 11:56 - two hours. And then make her way as fast as possible to Mark's apartment afterwards. In her mind's eye, she saw herself being carried around Mark's apartment, naked and impaled on his cock as he carried her to his bed. Then she saw herself being taken from behind as she bent over the back of his couch and he pounded mercilessly into her ...

Bianca pulled her along through the throng of dancing bodies back to their table where Anna, Nadine and Charlotte were sitting expectantly, waiting for her. On the table was a small cake with a candle in the middle of it and 'Happy Birthday Jasmin!!!' written in icing on top. Despite the images of sex rushing through her mind and the haze of her arousal, Jasmin felt tears well up in her eyes as she hugged and kissed them all. They used Jasmin's watch to countdown to her birthday and when it came she blew out the candle as her friends loudly sang 'Happy Birthday' over the music to her. People watching clapped and the bartender sent down drinks. Nadine had brought her digital camera and they all took turns taking pictures of her with the others and then they got Nadine's Alan to take a picture with all of them in it and the cake. After, Jasmin cut the cake with a knife the bartender had kindly lent them, and she gave them each a slice, with one going to the bartender and another going to Alan. Afterwards they danced and laughed and then sat down again to talk before a song they liked got them up to dance again.

Throughout, Jasmin was intensely aware of the empty feeling in her vagina despite the 'thing' now lying quiescent inside her. She found herself squirming in her seat as she felt the cum coating her inner thighs at the nasty thoughts running through her mind. Mark was going to be inside her within ten seconds of her laying eyes on him, whether it be in his apartment, the parking lot, the lobby of his apartment building or on the street outside it. Her nipples were almost painful in how hard they were and it was all she could do to stop herself from rushing to the toilet to touch and stroke herself to relief.

By the time Nadine was telling the rest of them that she had to go, holding Alan's hand and exchanging looks with him that told all that they were not planning to sleep when they got to their hotel, Jasmin was having to forcefully push aside thoughts of dragging the nearest man into the bathroom with her. It may be only an 'arrangement' she had with Mark, but Jasmin had found that she was not willing to share herself with anybody else until it was over. But if he suddenly showed up again in the club, Jasmin was not certain she would be able to stop herself from spreading herself on the table right then and there, uncaring of how many people were watching. As she contended with the image of Mark fucking her in the club as she somehow balanced herself and spread her legs on a barstool like some pornstar, she promised herself that she would find a way to pay him back for doing this to her.

Charlotte stood up too and said she had to leave, which meant that Anna, who lived in the same part of town, stood up to go too so they could share a cab. Anna went up to the dark-haired man she had spent most of the night dancing with, and exchanged numbers and a chaste kiss on the mouth with him before she came back and hugged and kissed Jasmin on the cheek, wishing her a happy birthday and promising to call her later in the afternoon. Charlotte and Jasmin exchanged hugs as well before she left, waving and blowing a kiss at Jasmin and Bianca.

Jasmin stood up a few minutes later after squirming in her seat at the memory of Mark pleasuring her with his mouth in the dark alley. Images of Mark fucking her were flashing through her mind without any let-up try as she might to suppress them, and she was becoming so consumed with need she could barely think straight. "I think I should go too, Bianca. I'm kinda tired."

"Oh?" Bianca looked disappointed. She lived just a few streets away from Jasmin, which meant they should share a taxi. She darted a look at the man she had met while they were waiting on line when they first got in - he was standing at the bar having a drink and openly eyeing her. Bianca had spent most of her time in the club dancing wildly with him and much of the last hour kissing him.

"You can stay." Jasmin said, suggestively raising her eyebrows to gesture at Bianca's new beau. "I'll be alright."

Bianca grinned "Are you calling that guy?"

Jasmin shrugged and smiled mysteriously "Maybe."

Bianca gave her an odd look. "He's really not your type, though, right?"

"Maybe I'm broadening my horizons a little." Jasmin said, trying her best to sound flippant and keenly wishing Bianca would drop the subject.

Bianca shrugged her shoulders in a way that said 'whatever floats your boat' and directed a naughty smile at her friend "So you 'are' gonna call him? Tonight?"

"I said," Jasmin smiled back, relieved that the subject of her 'type' had fallen by the wayside. " ... maybe."

"C'mon! It's your birthday!"

Jasmin laughed and hugged and kissed her friend good night before she went up the stairs and collected her coat from the cloakroom. She went outside and waved good bye at the bouncers as she casually set off and headed for the alley where she had had her last encounter with Mark.

She got there quickly and disappeared inside it, going to the end. Looking around and up the fire escape to make sure nobody was around to see her, she lifted up her skirt and swiftly undid the lycra straps of Mark's contraption. She moaned a little as she withdrew the bulbous rubbery thing from inside her. She let her skirt drop as she looked at it. It's ribbed and knobbly striations gleamed wetly with her cum in the faint light and it smelled strongly of ... her. Jasmin felt her pussy begin to contract again around a much larger imaginary intruder and she trembled as she carefully wrapped it in tissue paper and put it in her purse. Still trembling, she walked out of the alley and headed back to the front of the club, hoping Mark had her panties with him - she had completely forgotten them once he had slid them off her and continued eating her out in the alley.

Jasmin felt the cum flowing out of her as she walked, her nipples pebble hard on her boobs. The 'thing' had not just made her want him more as she had thought it would - it had her on the edge of madness with desire. She reached for her phone in her handbag and automatically dialled a number as she put the phone to her ear - realizing that she had effectively made herself not a liar to Bianca about getting the guy she was dancing with's number and giving him a call.

"Hi." she heard him say nonchalantly - she thought she could actually 'hear' him smile.

"You'd better be ready for me, Mr. Archer." she snarled.

"Get here and see."

"Just be ready for me, you bastard ...!"

He just laughed.

She hung up and immediately raised a hand to hail a passing taxi. It screeched to a halt and she ran to it and slid into the backseat, calling out Mark's address. She squirmed in her seat throughout, the warmth between her legs growing hotter and hotter as she gave her imagination free rein. The image of her last 69 with Mark came unbidden to her mind. It had been on the floor of her sitting room and she had been on top, struggling to swallow the whole length of him as he repeatedly tongue-kissed her slimy wet slit. What she could remember most clearly was that she had had to repeatedly push her hair out of the way and move it behind her ears as it continued to fall over what she was doing. Frustrated, she had raised up, inadvertently pressing down her pussy on top of his mouth and swiftly tied her hair in a quick ponytail before she bent down to her task again. To her delight, he came less than five minutes later all over her breasts and chest. Feeling naughty, Jasmin had insisted on remaining in that position and sucking, licking and playing with his cock and balls until it was hard enough for him to fuck her. That he had already given her a series of orgasms with his mouth on her cunt had been an added bonus as he finally took her from behind ten minutes later as she leaned over the coffee table and then pounded into her as she wrapped her legs around his pistoning hips as she lay on her back on her hardwood floor. Interestingly enough, her ponytail had somehow come undone during all that subsequent activity.

Her breaths were making her breasts heave when the cab finally pulled up in front of the familiar apartment building. It was 1:41 - she was more than a quarter of an hour ahead of schedule. She wordlessly paid the driver and ran out of the car, leaving him grateful for the 30% tip as she went to hit the buzzer at the frontdoor for Mark's apartment. No answer. She hit it twice again, cursing, when the door issued out its own buzzing noise and swung open by itself. Jasmin went through and went swiftly to the bank of elevators, taking off her coat. It was less than twenty minutes to two o'clock in the morning so the elevators were all mostly on the ground floor. She ran into one and hit the button for Mark's floor repeatedly until the doors slid shut. All that was running through her mind was Mark's cock, sliding its way inside her wet sheath in any and all possible directions; from the front, from behind, from the side, from under her, from over her, so long as he ended up inside her.

Jasmin licked her lips, anticipation making her quiver as she watched the indicator flashing floor numbers closer and closer to Mark's own. She found herself fondling her own breast, squeezing her nipple before she realized what she was doing. She was two floors away when she simply took off her skirt, leaving herself in only her shrug top tied under her breasts and bare all the way down to her shoes. She saw herself in the mirrored walls of the elevator, her bush stark black against her caramel skin. The doors chimed open and she stepped out of the elevator, coat and skirt folded over her arm, and walked swiftly across the hallway and through a branching corridor to her destination, a door with the number #77 on it, totally uncaring if anybody peeked out their doors and saw her padding through their building naked from her breasts and belly down to her feet.

She hit Apartment #77's doorbell, hard and three times in a row, desire and need making her shake. The door opened, and letting out a loud moan she rushed at the man who opened it, letting her skirt, coat and handbag land in a pile by the door as it swung shut. Mark was wearing what he had been wearing when she had left him in his apartment, still recovering from her expertly administered blowjob. She barely noticed though as she leapt on top of him and somehow they ended up on the floor as Mark stumbled backwards, suddenly finding his arms loaded full of lust-crazed woman. He fell and landed on his rear end, Jasmin straddling him by his thighs and pushing him to lie completely on his back.

Jasmin immediately grabbed hold on his sweat pants by the waistband and began to yank them off him, growling deep and low in her throat as she single-mindedly pulled them down his legs and then threw them to the side. His cock sprang loose, fully engorged, erect and pointing upwards. Jasmin let out a sob of need and swiftly crawled over his body to get to it, straddled over him, desperation and anticipation making her lose sight of everything else but the thick shaft she needed inside her. She was over it in a heartbeat and she held it beneath her in her hand, smoothly guiding it into her opening. Even after weeks of hard and constant sex, her pussy was a marvel of tightness as she sank unto his pole, feeling her pussy contract around the familiar intruder inside her, cum flowing out of her as she cried out in delight.

"Oh Mark ...oh fuck!" she started to shudder violently even before he was fully inside her. She felt a flush starting from her belly and spreading up to her chest. The last inch of Mark's cock entered her as he grabbed hold of her waist, gasping his pleasure, and she cried out as the first wave of an orgasm flooded through her "I'm coooooming!"

She had been so close, penetration had simply pushed her over the edge. Jasmin threw her head back, her mouth open in a silent scream that ended in a choked high pitched gasp. She collapsed on top of Mark, her cotton enclosed breasts crushed against his T-shirt covered chest, gasping and moaning in ecstasy. Mark stroked her hair and the bare small of her back, holding her as if to contain the volence of her passion as she recovered from her orgasm. Her shudders and shaking reduced gradually and she was able to lift her head up and press her lips against Mark's. She stared into his eyes as she began to buck her hips.

"I'm going to fuck you Mark Archer." she whispered to him, smiling at his amusement at her repeating his words back at him.

She lifted up and sat so all of him was inside her at each downstroke as she rode him, squealing in delight at every movement of his cock inside her cunt. His hands reached up to caress her breasts and pinch at her poking nipples through her top, stroking her belly and hips with his fingers. She smiled at him as he teased the skin around the perfect slit of her belly button and she bent over to lick his lips, no let-up in her sliding up and down his dick. He grabbed hold of her ass cheeks and stroked her back with the other hand, making her moan with delight against his mouth. She lifted up again, and she began to go faster, head thrown back as she lifted higher up on him and slammed down. Her ass made a slapping noise each time her butt made contact with his hips. She felt him thrusting back up at her, matching her stroke for stroke. It was not long before her squeals became louder and louder and he was letting out grunts that complemented her cries at each slap of skin against skin.

Jasmin felt him start to shake in the tell-tale way that told her he was on the edge of coming and she looked down at him, smiling happily. She slid down to bury him deep inside her and started winding her hips like a belly dancer. "Come for me baby ...!" she said encouragingly "Uhn ... Come inside me ...!"

In response Mark's eyes opened, looking wild but calculating, and his hands moved swiftly; one went to hold her waist and the other went to where they were joined as one to press and to stroke his thumb at the pink nub of her clitoris, to bring her closer to the edge along with him. Jasmin went rigid, crying out at this new sensation, and Mark stiffened, both hands now at her waist as he thrusted one last time into her sheath. His dick exploded inside her, and just like he wanted, Jasmin threw her head back and screamed as the new sensation of his pulsing member showering cum inside her, in addition to his quick and rough stimulation of her clit, pushed her over the edge. Mark cried out in counterpoint to her wails until he silenced them both by pulling her down on top of him, his mouth seeking hers. She kissed him just as hungrily, making mewling noises against his mouth even as he groaned against hers, their bodies a shuddering mass of confused entangled flesh.

It seemed like an eternity before Jasmin was able to breathe again. She opened her eyes, aware of Mark's substantially less turgid member inside her and enjoying it like she always did before he left her. His eyes were already open and he was stroking her hair. They smiled at each other for a moment and Jasmin bent her head to kiss him softly, light and wet two-second long kisses repeated again and again as she held his head with her hands. She felt his hands start travelling and stroking all over body, her sides, her back, cupping her ass and her legs curled on either side of him. She purred even as she dropped another kiss on his lips.

It continued for another five blissful minutes, Jasmin now repeatedly kissing a different part of his face, before going back to his lips, thoroughly enjoying herself as he stroked her body and she lay on top of him, still engulfed inside her. Her eyes suddenly widened. His cock was moving, slowly expanding and lengthening inside her. Her breath caught as her pussy smoothly adjusted to him, her vaginal walls expanding and closing around the swelling visitor.

She stared at him, stunned. "How ...?!"

He only smiled "We are not finished yet, Miss Marchand."

Jasmin was at a loss for words, unable to recall ever feeling quite so exquisitely sexy in all her life, so she bent down and kissed him, hard, thrusting her tongue deep into his mouth. She was still into the kiss when he heaved and turned them over so he was lying on top, still inside her. The kiss broke and Jasmin automatically spread her legs wide in expectation. He was not completely hard but he certainly felt firm enough.

"Fuck me, Mark." she said, lips parted. "I want you to fuck me again."

To her surprise, he shook his head and smoothly slid out of her, making her gasp and shudder at his exit. He stood up on what she noticed were slightly shaky legs and looked down at her. Jasmin eyed his not-quite-fully-erect penis and sat up, a questioning look in her eyes as she looked up at him and licked her lips - she liked 'cleaning him up' with her mouth.

He stared hotly at her for a moment before he reached a hand out to her. "Come here."

Jasmin placed her hand in his and he pulled her up to enter his arms, and she threw her arms around his neck, enjoying the feeling of his dick pressing against her belly as she pressed herself against him. They kissed for a while and his hands explored her body again as she purred against his mouth. His cock firmed up even more against her and it was all Jasmin could do stop herself from grabbing a hold of it and stuffing it into one of her orifices. But since she had come twice already she decided she could stand to wait and see what he had planned. Nonetheless she lifted one leg and wrapped it around his, pumping her hips against him lewdly, telling him what she wanted.

"Naughty girl." he said, grinning.

"It's all your fault." she answered with a mischievous grin.

He silenced her by kissing her again and as she kissed him back, she pumped her hips even more lewdly against him. When he pulled away from her she was breathless, and her eyes fixed themselves on his now fully erect dick. She reached for it but he swatted her hand away.

"Be still." he commanded and Jasmin obeyed, his forceful tone inexplicably exciting her as it always did.

His hands grabbed hold of the bow of her top and he undid it and slid it off her shoulders. He went behind her and unhooked the clasp of her demi-cup and let it fall to the floor. He took off her choker and laid it carefully on the coffee table. He knelt at her feet and she balanced herself with one hand on his shoulder as he slipped her shoes off. He stood then and removed his T-shirt. Then with just his hands as she stood quietly naked in the middle of his living room, he began to touch her; caressing her belly and hips, kneading the soft flesh of her ass, cupping her heaving breasts, stroking her quivering thighs. He reached from behind her, from under her ass to stroke a finger against her cum soaked slit. She bucked and shook and his finger left her. He went in front of her and stroked the wet finger against her lips and she licked the cum off, breasts rising and falling, her nipples pebble hard and swollen in arousal.

In the next moment, she let out a gasp of startlement as he smoothly picked her up and began to walk with her in his arms to his bedrooom. As she put her arm around his shoulder, she realized again that she enjoyed being carried like this. It made her feel vulnerable and feminine, and very horny. Cum flowed steadily out of her pussy in anticipation, adding another layer to her already soaked inner thighs.

But Mark did not stop in the bedroom, he moved straight on through the open door into the bathroom with her.

Jasmin had made a disappointed sound when Mark had not stopped in the bedroom but as her eyes took in the filled tub with the scattered white and yellow rose petals floating on the lather, she brightened visibly, excited. She had taken showers with him before, but never a bath. The lights were turned down very low, but there were four huge aromatic candles lit around the oval of the tub, giving off a light hint of sandalwood, eucalyptus, lavender and peach as well as illumination. She smiled at him as he gently lowered her into the bubble bath - he had obviously taken note of what she had in her own bathroom and had gone to some length to make her enjoy this.

Jasmin's hair was still in its bun so she had no need to tie it up as she settled into the water. The water was warm, and the bubbles rose up to her nipples. He had even put in bath salts, she realized as she felt the multiple points of effervescence in the sudsy water. The water was already beginning to relax her, unknotting and soothing muscles she did not realize needed unknotting. Even the somewhat pleasant soreness between her legs that she barely noticed nowadays was fading away. She looked up at Mark as he climbed in after her and she maneuvered herself to sit between his legs after he had settled himself in and reached for her. The water rose higher up the tub's sides at the increase in volume as she lay back against him with a sigh, feeling his cock press against the small of her back. She turned her head and twisted a little, reaching over her shoulder to hold the back of his neck as she pulled him down to kiss her.

"This is nice, Mr. Archer." she said, smiling at him when their tongues stopped dancing against each other.

"Glad you like it, Miss Marchand." He answered with a predatory smile as he picked up an obviously only recently bought foam sponge.

She sighed as he began to 'wash' her. He made her fold her legs in the water so he could scrub her feet and then he had her raise one leg up high out of the water and then the other, stroking them and her thighs with the soft sponge and his hands. He washed her stomach as he kissed her neck, caressing the soft flesh of her belly with his other hand as he used the sponge with the other. She giggled when he poked a finger into her belly button and wriggled it 'clean'. He washed her arms, chest and neck, her sides and her hips, taking his time over each body part, drawing little whining noises out of her open mouth. She leaned forward so he could do her back and went up on her knees so he could work the cheeks of her butt before she lay back against his chest again. He stopped regularly so he could plunder her mouth with his lips and tongue and she moaned and mewled against his mouth as he continued to caress and fondle her in the water.

Jasmin writhing against him grew more agitated, desperately wanting to feel him administer to her breasts or the wet heat of her sex with his hands and the sponge, but knowing he was studiously avoiding them. The anticipation was becoming overwhelming when he cupped one boob with one hand and started stroking it with the sponge in the other. He took an ordinate amount of time on that one soft mass of flesh, rubbing firmly at a turgid nipple with the sponge as he held and squeezed her tit, nuzzling her neck. Jasmin felt like she was about to have an orgasm right there and then, and she shook in the water, eyes squeezed tight as she whimpered in his arms.

"Oh ... Mark ... oh ...! That feels so ... good ...!"

When he started with the other breast, Jasmin went weak and her head sagged on his shoulder. She let out a small squeal of delight, unconsciously thrusting out her chest. She could not recall ever being so thankful for having two boobs in her life. He took his time like with the other breast, rubbing at her nipple with the sponge and squeezing the soft flesh of her tit. He made her giggle when he playfully bounced it in his hand and she squirmed against him as he licked her neck. By the time he was done 'washing' her boob, Jasmin was panting, the heat between her legs an inferno of need. She spread her legs and grabbed a hold of his wrist with one hand, trying to pull it beneath the water to where she needed it.

"Mark ... please ..." she gasped when he resisted, chuckling softly in her ear.

"Alright," he said with a theatric sigh. "It is your birthday, after all."

Abruptly his hand entered the water between her spread thighs. Jasmin jerked when the sponge touched her inner thighs and began to stroke up, scrubbing them clean of cum and closing in on her pussy. His other hand went down too, and Jasmin let out a shriek when it spread her open for the sponge bearing other hand to 'clean' her. She spasmed as the sponge went over her labia and touched her sensitive inner flesh through the lips of her slit. She lost all train of thought at the intensity, writhing and thrashing in the water. Mark continued determinedly, holding her open and 'cleaning' her as she gasped, squirmed and whimpered in his arms. When he finally stopped, Jasmin was given no time to regain her senses as he took an earlobe into his mouth and started stroking her clit with the fingers of his spongeless hand. She came with a loud cry and collapsed weakly against him, thoroughly overcome as she shuddered in ecstatic release.

When she opened her eyes at last, she realized that Mark had abandoned the sponge and was busy caressing her with his bare hands, fondling her heaving breasts and belly with one hand and two fingers from the other hand inside her pussy. She twisted and turned her head so she could kiss him again, holding his cheek. When the kiss broke, she licked at his lips and kissed him again, moaning at his hands' activities under the water, the pressure of his dick hard against her rear. She lay back against his chest when the kiss ended, a smile on her face, completely giving herself up to enjoying what he was doing to her. Mark played with her breasts and pussy like a favorite musical instrument, eliciting little purring noises and sharp whimpers and moans from her parted lips as she lay indulgently against him. She giggled as he bounced her titties around and stroked her bush before he mimed walking with his fingers down her mound in the water. When he inserted the two fingers into her she felt her pussy tighten around them and she bucked in the water, still smiling widely at his silliness.

"Naughty boy." she grunted as he stroked her clitoris and cupped her breasts yet again. She wanted him inside her and at the rate he was going she was going to climb on top of him any moment from now, whether he liked it or not.

"Enjoying yourself?"

She gasped as he pinched her nipple "What do you think?"

"That's not an answer, Miss Marchand." He licked at her earlobe and she sighed. Both his hands went up to cup her breasts and she put her hands on top of them. They were beginning to get pruny, she noticed.

"Yes, Mr. Archer." Jasmin said, breathily. "I'm enjoying myself."

"Think it's time for bed?" he pumped against her ass, making her vividly feel his rock hard erection.

"Yes, Mr. Archer. I think it's very definitely time for bed." Jasmin felt her cunt begin its familiar contraction in anticipation of him finally entering her. His cock pushing its way into her sheath was a sensation she found herself looking forward to with an avidity that surprised her at first but now she simply took it in stride. He could make her cum in any way he wished but her orgasms simply felt fuller and more complete when she came with his dick in her pussy.

"Okay. Wait here." He licked her ear and then levered himself up out of the water and stepped out of the tub, walking over to the towel rack. As she watched him, he rubbed himself dry with a towel, looking at her with a small predatory smile. Then, he replaced the towel and picked up and unfolded a huge bath sheet from the rack before he walked back to the tub.

"Come here."

Jasmin stood up out of the sudsy water and stepped out of the bath tub to stand in front of him. She stood silently as he toweled her dry, stroking the remarkably soft sheet across her back, her arms and her shoulders, picking off the rose petals that clung to her skin. He knelt and ran the large towel over her belly, up and down her thighs and legs, making her shudder as he rubbed the moist spot between them. He dried her pubic hair and then went to his feet, taking his time to dry each breast and the valley between them up to her upper chest. By the time he was done, Jasmin was quivering, thoroughly aroused, the hairs at the back of her neck standing straight up. But she obediently lifted her arms as he tied the sheet around her, knotting it over her heaving breasts.

Then he gathered her up in his arms and kissed her, a long and hungry kiss that left her gasping and breathless, one leg lifted and wrapped around him, towel undone and hanging off one tit when it ended. She had not caught her breath yet when he told her to turn around and close her eyes. Confused, but hearing the command in his voice, Jasmin turned around and closed her eyes, holding up the bath sheet around her. She felt him raise the back of the towel over her ass and begin to caress her. And as she bit her lip, his finger reached under her to feel her wetness. She gasped and spread her legs apart, eyes kept resolutely closed as he added another finger and explored her for a full minute.

When his fingers left her, she realized that she was not the only one breathing hard. She was tempted to bend over and demand he start to fuck her but something told her to wait silently, eyes closed as he had asked. That was when she felt him move and touch her hair, still up in a bun and she felt him work the knot and twist and a moment later, her hair fell loose down her back.

"Keep your eyes closed." He said one more time. And once again, she felt her feet leave the ground as he picked her up and began to carry her out of the bathroom.

She felt him turn and a moment later he was gently putting her back on her feet on the familiar carpeting of his bedroom. As she stood there, eyes still obediently closed, he unknotted the bath sheet and removed it from around her, leaving her standing naked in front of his bed. Jasmin instinctively made to cover herself but a moment later she felt him grab her hands and pull her to him. She realized then that he was sitting on the bed as he pulled her unto his lap and began to nuzzle her breasts, taking each nipple into his mouth and making her moan low in her throat in delight. Jasmin's lips curled in a smile as she let him pleasure her, all thoughts of modesty gone. His mouth left her breasts, giving each one a tiny nip of the teeth as he caressed her belly, and brought her head down so he could kiss her. She obediently kept her eyes closed all through.

"Open your eyes." he said when his lips left hers.

The first thing Jasmin saw when she opened her eyes was a large and flat jewelry box with a navy blue rose ribbon stuck on top of it.

"Does our ... 'arrangement' preclude birthday presents?" He asked, amused, as he saw the apprehension enter her eyes.

Jasmin knew from experience that expensive gifts led to expectations, and expectations beyond sex - and lots of it - and a little companionship were more than she wanted to get entangled with at the moment. Absurdly she felt suddenly shy, when she was completely naked and sitting on his lap, her nipples still wet from being in his mouth less than twenty seconds earlier.

"Certain types of birthday presents." she answered quietly. She looked at him, refusing to take the box from his hand. "Mark ... I told you I don't want any ..."

"Neither do I if you don't. And it's obviously not a ring." Mark quipped, highlighting the fact that it was the size of a pizza slice box. But his eyes became more serious in the next moment. "No expectations. Okay?"

Jasmin stared into his eyes, considering. Then she nodded and finally took the box from him. Wierdly, she trusted him, but she was still apprehensive as she opened the box.

"Oh Mark!" she exclaimed when she saw what was inside. It was a belly chain, one of the most beautiful she had ever seen. It was no more than three thin silver chains held together by small golden amber droplets with a silver clasp but it was exquisitely done. And it was certainly a far less expectation bearing present than a necklace ... or the fates forfend, a ring. "It's beautiful!" But her smile faltered as she thought of what it must have cost. "How much was it?"

Mark frowned. "No expectations."

The way he spoke made it clear that he was not answering any more questions in that vein and Jasmin had to make a decision. And she decided to trust him. So she smiled and simply said, "Thank you." And glad to see him smile back and all trace of shyness gone she bent her head down to kiss him again. As they kissed he stroked up her hip and side and went up to cup her breast in a patented arousing way of his that had her squirming in delight. She moaned a little against his mouth as she felt her pussy stirring even more to life.

"Try it on." Mark said when the kiss broke.

Jasmin took a deep breath to calm herself and kissed him one more time before she took the chain out of the box, got up and stood in front of him. She put the chain around her waist and clasped it on. She smiled and struck a pose with her hands on her hips. "What do you think?"

The predatory gleam was bright in his eyes as he stared at her. "Nice."

Her smile grew wider and naughtier as she turned around and wiggled her hips, making the soft flesh of her ass jiggle. She turned her head over her shoulder to see his reaction and she slowly kissed at him before she catwalked forward a few steps and then turned around and came back towards him, putting a sway in her hips that emphasized exactly why women in many cultures around the world considered belly chains an essential femininity enhancing accessory. She came to a halt in front of him, enjoying the mesmerized glaze of his eyes as he stared at her body.

"Turn around and close your eyes." he said suddenly, getting up to his feet and stepping towards her.

It was a mix of anticipation and the command in his voice that made her obey without a second thought, turning away from him and closing her eyes. She felt him come up close behind her and she felt her breath catch as he began to stroke her body from behind, stroking her belly and cupping her breasts gently in his hands as he nuzzled the back of her neck. Jasmin kept her eyes closed as she sighed in pleasure and then, in the next moment, something soft like satin fell across her eyes. She started, surprised, and recognized it for a blindfold as he tied it behind her head.

"Trust me?" he asked.

It had been a surprise. But she did. It may only be an 'arrangement', or maybe it was because it was only an 'arrangement', but she again decided to trust him. "Yes."

He began playing with her new belly chain with one hand as he cupped her breast with the other, teasing her nipples to turgidity with his fingers. Jasmin began to grind herself against him as he held her tighter, feeling his dick press against her ass and lower back. He started to caress and touch her body with his exploring hand, going all the way up to stroke her hair and all the way down to cup her bottom and hip. The blindfold heightened every sensation and Jasmin began to moan, a continuous purr of delight, as his hand travelled all over her body, her breasts, her belly, her thighs as he held her hard against him from behind and lavished kisses and licks on her arched neck. It felt incredibly intimate and possessive, and thoroughly erotic as they stood there in the middle of the room and he just touched and fondled her and Jasmin began to shake as the heat within her rose to a fever pitch.

"Still. Miss Marchand." He commanded as his hand left her breast and went down past her belly till it got to the hot and moist center between her soft thighs. Jasmin obediently spread her legs wider and his fingers smoothly went to trail lightly over the wet folds of her slit. He stopped to kiss her neck and she let out a tiny gasp as a finger dipped into her. His finger went in deeper and Jasmin shuddered as her cunt clenched around it and he stroked in and out of her pussy, her upper lip curling as she gritted her teeth and stiffened against him. Her knees felt weak, the only reason she was able to keep standing the fact that he was holding her up as he played with her pussy.

He continued to fingerfuck her, twisting his fingers and pressing against her g-spot as he licked and kissed her neck down the arch of her throat. He held her breast gently in his other hand, bracing her up against him "Do you know just how beautiful and perfect you are, Jasmin Marchand ...?" He squeezed her breast, making her draw a sharp involuntary intake of breath as he stroked into her cunt. She writhed against him as he continued to masturbate her, suddenly harder and faster, plunging his fingers in and out of her cunt and stroking her clit as she began to gasp and moan. Her knees buckled but he held her up by the waist and as she began to keen and shake he added a third finger into her pussy. "You're like some perfect fucking fantasy." He felt her go stiff and then she started to sob, gasping out cries of helpless delight as his fingers repeatedly plundered her depths. His hand was wet with her cum and she felt rivulets of it trailing down her thighs as she arched her back and opened her mouth in a silent scream. That was when his fingers suddenly left her and he abruptly began to caress the nub of clitoris with his wet lubricated fingers. "Come for me Jasmin."

And she did, letting out a scream, her entire body going weak with her orgasm. Mark continued to hold her up and stroke her clit as she rode it through, squeals of ectasy issuing forth from her mouth as he wrung every last surge of pleasure out of her. "... yes! ... yes! ...ooh yess! ..."

Finally it was over, and Jasmin sagged against him, one hand going up to hold her head, the other on the arm holding her up. "You're going to kill me ..." she gasped, breasts heaving and shaking. But the thoroughly erect and swollen cock pressed against her backside told her that the night was still young.

He confirmed it, making a thrill course through her body. "We haven't even started yet."

And once more, she felt her feet leave the ground and a moment later he was gently laying her down on the bed. She felt his weight on the bed and heart pounding in anticipation, she widened her legs as far as they could go, knees bent and heels resting on the satin-sheeted mattress. She felt him move again and a moment later she felt the weight of him settle on the mattress between her legs. She smiled invitingly and brought her hand down between her legs to stroke at her pussy - she was ready.

"Come here, Mr. Archer."

"No, Miss Marchand." He firmly moved her hand away, making her whimper in protest. "Patience." His tone was at its most commanding and Jasmin counseled herself to relax and wait, clutching his bed sheets. She felt Mark move again and suddenly he was lying on top of her, his thick and hard dick pressed lengthwise on her bush, her breasts with her almost painfully hard nipples crushed against his chest. He kissed her for a while, licking at her lips and sucking them in repeatedly, his hands on either side of her on the bed, not touching her. She kissed him back, enjoying the kiss, wondering why his penis on her bush, over her entrance and not inside her? So she pumped her pelvis up, giving him the hint to re-align himself.

He broke the kiss to whisper forcefully "I said patience, Jasmin Marchand." before he continued to kiss her. Jasmin nodded and opened her mouth for his tongue. It was heightening her anticipation beyond imagining to have him so close to sliding his way into her thoroughly empty feeling pussy, yet so far. She moaned and whimpered against his mouth, an iron will preventing her from pumping her hips again, telling him his ploy to have her going mad with need was working and that he should hurry up and get inside her.

He abruptly broke the kiss and raised himself off her and she heard him move around for a moment. He lifted one of her legs up until her foot was at the level of his mouth. Then she started as something pleasantly hot, almost like candlewax, but oily, landed on her foot. The oil rapidly cooled and Mark's hand kneaded it into the skin of her foot. He dripped another few drops of the hot and instantly cooling liquid unto her calf and worked it into her flesh. The oil smelled like a mix of lime, strawberry and Jasmin and was obviously edible as he kissed her calf muscle and carefully licked where his hands had just been. He started with her other leg, letting the one he had just attended to fall back on the bed and worked her foot and calf the same way. Then he poured the oil on each of her spread apart thighs and massaged the oil in, over and under, kissing and licking his way up. Jasmin's breath caught when he dripped some on her inner thighs and he massaged and licked and kissed around her cunt, stroking up to her abdomen and the flesh under her bush, following his stroking fingers with his lips and tongue. He did not touch her moist center and Jasmin bit her lip to keep from crying out in frustration.

He next went to her arms, her shoulders and chest. Jasmin was letting out soft squeals and writhing under him, turned on beyond thought. He was carefully taking her to new heights, making her moan by just the feeling of his hands on her body. He lay on top of her again and kissed her for a while when he was done with her neck. Jasmin noted in her mind that he had avoided her belly and breasts as she kissed him back, her arms around his neck. He broke the kiss, leaving her moaning in complaint and licking her lips as if she could still taste him, but her arms fell compliantly back to her sides as he lifted himself off her. Jasmin knew what to expect but she still jerked when he squirted the oil on her belly. The heat and the swift cooling was an exremely pleasant shock. He began to stroke the oil into her skin and bent over her to blaze a trail of licks and kisses on her flesh, his mouth following the path laid by his hands. He licked around her belly button and abdomen, having her moan as he kissed the flesh above her bush.

He sat up once again and this time he dripped great dollops of oil on her breasts. Jasmin cried out at the heat, and sighed as the oil cooled against her. Mark took his time to knead and work each tit, administering to one then the other with his hands and mouth. Mark allowed a small drop of the oil to land on each nipple and Jasmin moaned with delight as he massaged the oil into the hard nubs of flesh on her breasts. She was already shaking before he took each of her nipples into his mouth and twirled his tongue around her areolae as he nibbled each of them, lavishing attention on them that had her crying out and holding his head in place.

"Oh ... oooh ... Mark ...!" Jasmin cried out, pumping his hips up, her hands falling away from his head. "That feels so good!"

But Mark had other ideas as he left her breasts and kissed down her body, down to her wet core, and Jasmin shrieked when he spread her open with his fingers and his tongue speared into her cunt. He sucked at her cunt lips and rasped his tongue against her clit, trailing circles around it, before he covered it with his mouth. She writhed and shook, legs spread wide and holding his head as it bobbed and moved between her thighs, gasping and sobbing as he ate her pussy with a primal hunger that only matched her need for him. He lifted one of her legs straight up into the air and buried his nose in her slimy folds, plunging his tongue deep into her vagina and sucking at her cum as it gushed out of her.

Jasmin came loudly, thrashing violently on the bed but Mark firmly held her by the waist and kept his mouth firmly locked on her pussy. Her mind went blank as she screamed out her release, Mark wringing every last surge of pleasure out of her as she jerked, shook and gasped at his mouth's plundering of her pussy. Pleasure crashed into her in what seemed to be a never ending wave and it seemed an eternity before she could breathe properly again, her need to feel him inside her still there but banked for now. That was when Mark's mouth finally left her pussy and she could put the leg that was still suspended up in the air down.

"Turn over." He commanded, breathing hard like her. He was on the brink of losing control and plunging himself inside her but he willed himself to wait just a little longer as he picked up a pillow.

Jasmin was still whimpering as she moved to obey, turning over to lie on her stomach. Mark put his arm around her waist and put the pillow under her hips so her rear end was higher up than the rest of her body. He spread her legs again as he knelt on the mattress between them and Jasmin rested her head on her folded arms, making a small purring noise. The dripping of the oil on her rear made her spasm and she moaned her enjoyment as he kneaded the oil deep into her soft flesh, going down into the crack of her ass and exploring her with his fingers. She jerked, raising her head and crying out as he held her cheeks open and dripped a small droplet of oil unto her perineum. She remained stiff and gasping as he stroked her there, his finger trailing closer and closer to her cum soaked cunt. She squealed when his finger traced a line over her nether lips and moaned in frustration when he did not push it in.

"Mark ... please ...!" Jasmin's hips started moving in time with the circling finger on her cunt as she bit her lip.

"Patience." He growled, shuddering himself and breathing hard as he took his finger away from her. His erection was already getting painful with the need to slide inside her willing sheath. Just a little longer, he counselled himself as he swallowed, the sight of her pussy taking his breath away as it always did. Shaking his head, he directed the nozzle of the bottle of oil to her back and squeezed a large dollop of oil out, making her gasp again at the initial heat before he started to massage it in.

Jasmin felt him trail kisses and licks on her spine as he caressed and stroked her sides, hips and back. He dripped some more oil on her skin and went to her shoulders and the back of her arms, practically lying on top of her as he simultaeously kissed and licked her neck, his rock like penis pressed against the crack of her ass. He reached forward and cupped her chin, turning her face to the side so he could kiss her. She moaned as she opened her mouth for his tongue as it flickered on her lips. She kissed him back, hungrily licking and sucking on his lips as she felt her cunt burst into even more of an inferno, cum flowing out of her as she pumped her ass up against his cock. His lips left hers to trail along her jawline and up to her ear. Jasmin groaned as he took her earlobe into his mouth and his hands reached under her to cup her breasts.

"Oh ... fuck!" Jasmin whispered weakly "How are you doing this to me?" She undulated and writhed under him, thoroughly, mind-blowingly aroused and completely consumed by the need to feel him inside her as her cum flooded cunt contracted repeatedly against a familiar imagined invader. It was time. If there ever was a time she needed a man inside her, it was now. "Inside me, Mark ... please ... I need you ... oh fuck me!"

For a wonder, Mark obediently lifted himself off her and set himself behind her raised pussy, breathing ragged and harsh. Mark picked up a condom pack from the bed, tore it open, and swiftly rolled it on. Jasmin hissed, raising her head and stiffening as he slowly sank into her from behind, feeling herself stretching to accommodate him. He took his time, allowing them to savor the filling of Jasmin's tight cunt inch by pleasure filled inch before he finally had the whole of his dick settled fully in her pussy. She felt her vagina walls contract around the rock hard member as he lay on top of her and nuzzled her neck, his hands reaching under her to cup her breasts possessively. Jasmin sobbed with relief, feeling everything else melt away to insignificance.

She reached behind her head and yanked off the blindfold. "Fuck me, Mark." she said simply, after she put it to the side.

Mark complied, and he started to slide in and out of her, fucking her at a low and steady speed. Jasmin moaned and whimpered, feeling a complete sense of bliss steal over her as she pumped her ass and fucked him back at the same pace. It was perfect. Mark never varied his slow pace or the depth of his strokes and Jasmin went through three orgasms in smooth succession as he continued to fuck her from behind, lying on top of her, her breasts in his hands, her nipples continuously stroked and pinched by his talented fingers. Everytime she felt him begin to shake, about to lose control, he would halt and wait, and she would feel his cock pulse inside her as he calmed down and took himself back from the brink. Then he would start up again.

"Happy Birthday, Jasmin Marchand." Mark said in her ear as he started pumping into her again after another calming pause.

"Thank you, Mark Archer." Jasmin giggled despite the cock fucking her pussy, remembering Charlotte's story about being 'ridden' to her birthday by her boyfriend. She grunted and cooed at another stroke of his cock inside her. "Yesss ... that's it ... right there ... yesss ... fuck me ..." She imagined what her friends would say if they could see her now, being ridden so expertly by a guy she supposedly just met in the club. And knowing him, he probably had a lot more planned for her over the next few hours.

Jasmin came again, crying out, but Mark simply continued fucking her, the condom he had deliberately picked doing its job and cutting off enough feeling for him to last this long. What Jasmin did not know was that she was so tight she still felt fantastic around him.

It might have been nearly thirty straight minutes since Mark first buried himself inside her when he paused again in her tight sheath, breathing hard and shaking on top of her. She was just coming down from another orgasm, mouth open in a silent scream and shuddering under him. "Jasmin?" he growled, squeezing her breasts and making her clench her fists.

"Hmmm?"

"Any plans for tomorrow?"

She had to fight to clear the cobwebs. "I've got an appointment ... at one-thirty." With Dr. Patterson, her therapist. His penis stopped pulsing inside her and he abruptly started fucking her again. Jasmin struggled to keep her train of thought as the incredible surges of pleasure at his movements inside her began again. " ...yess ... what?"

He stopped again, already on the brink and needing to calm down. Jasmin turned her head and their lips met, tongues flickering against each other. When their lips parted, he rested his head against her shoulder, keeping himself still inside her as his body calmed, obviously needing a longer time than usual to get himself ready to start again. His self-control was something Jasmin thought she would forever find amazing, quite apart from her own recently discovered immense capacity for sex.

"Cancel it. I won't be done with you yet, Miss Marchand." He said when he was no longer breathing in ragged gasps. "I won't be done with you all day."

Jasmin found she enjoyed having him inside her, even when he was still. He felt right. Even if it was just an 'arrangement'. She smiled, amused. "I've got a life apart from fucking you, y'know."

"So do I." He fixed his mouth on the flesh of her shoulder and bit slightly, sucking on it. She jerked in response and sighed in pleasured resignation as she realized what he was doing. When he removed his mouth, there would be a nice fresh red mark on her skin. "But you were made to be fucked, Jasmin Marchand. You were made to have your pussy eaten out. You were made to have your titties sucked. You were made to have your lips kissed. You need to be made to cum. Again and again." He pumped, hard, into her at each statement, making her squeal each time as he withdrew and plunged deep into her pussy. "And again. You need to be fucked. All. The. Time."

Jasmin shuddered and cried out in delight at the hard thrusts into her body. And at the back of her mind, through the waves of pleasure coursing through her body as his dick plunged in and out of her pussy, she knew he was telling the truth. She was beginning to crave sex. With him. It was always on her mind. Thoughts and images of him fucking her filled her mind so constantly, at home, at work, with her friends, that she had begun to think there was something wrong with her - just seeing him made the tiny hairs at the back of her neck stand straight up. She still did not know how he could so not be her type but yet make her so wet - so embarassingly wet - just by knowing he was close by.

He was still again, breathing hard, but he was back in control of himself. However, her heart was pounding and she was beside herself with arousal and need. She needed to make him come. She needed to feel him empty himself inside her. Jasmin felt her pussy begin to repeatedly contract around him and she trembled. "Mark." she whispered. "I need to feel you come inside me ... please ... Come inside me."

In response, he withdrew completely out of her, making her cry out in protest and shake at his exit. In a heartbeat, he yanked off the condom and a second later he was back inside her, sliding easily into her warm and wet and tightness. She grunted and arched her back as he once again grabbed hold of her breasts, cupping them hard. She writhed, moaning deliriously, as he settled in position before he started pistoning into her again, deep, slow and steady. He held her breasts firmly, her hard nipples rubbing against his palms as he slid in and out of her. Jasmin made a soft "Uhn!" at each stroke and clutched the sheets as he rode her through an orgasm within a few seconds. Minutes later, both of them covered in a fresh sheen of sweat in the air-conditioned air, Jasmin felt herself approaching the brink again, only for Mark to shudder to a halt to lie still inside her. Jasmin writhed, arching her back.

"Mark ... come inside me ... come inside me! Please! Fuck me! Don't stop!" Jasmin was close to screaming as she bucked against him. "Inside me!"

Mark lost control then and he started going hard and fast, frenzied, plunging as hard and as deep as he could go.

"Yess ... thank you! uhn! ... yeesss! ... right there ... uhn ... fuck me! ... uhn ... harder ... uhn ... oh fuck! ... please ... uhn ... yess ...!"

He did not last long, and neither did she. She felt him spurt inside her and she came too, shrieking at the top of her lungs as he grunted loudly and filled her with his semen. Their ecstacy came in a seemingly never ending crash of waves and by the time it ended, Jasmin felt as exhausted as if she had run a marathon. Mark had collapsed, thoroughly spent, on top of her, his penis out of her pussy and rapidly softening after spilling some more of his cum on her ass.

It was many minutes later before Mark gathered the energy, groaned and rolled off her. Jasmin could barely move but she realized that she had to take care of them both; Mark was too far gone. She turned around and slowly sat up, barely able to lift her eyelids. So it took at lot more energy than she could believe for her to take out her disposable contacts and place them on the bedside table, done with them for good. Somehow, summoning some extra energy from somewhere, she moved and felt around for the covers. She found them, thankfully, where she expected them to be, and she pulled them over them both, curling her body up against him, resting her head on his shoulder and sighing contentedly. Her inner thighs were still wet with his and her cum as she faded off to sleep.

Jasmin's eyes fluttered open and she groaned as she woke up, finding herself splayed naked and alone in the bed. Her eyes went to the bedside clock; 12:26 - she had slept for a little more than the standard eight hours despite the rigorous ... activity of the early morning. Fitfully, she stretched on the mattress, yawning widely. She lay under the covers afterwards, a small smile on her face as she remembered the day before; her night in the club with her friends, Mark in the club with his 'toy' - still in her handbag along with her clothes in the living room, she remembered - and Mark once again showing her what sex could only be like in fantasy when she arrived at his door, skirtless and horny out of her mind.

As she took a deep breath, she realized she could smell something cooking. Something very nice.

Mark, she thought, quivering at the thought of him burying his face into her pussy like earlier that morning. She remembered mounting him almost as soon as she came in through the door and then his slow banging of her on the bed for what was like an eternity of bliss. Jasmin felt her cunt begin to warm as she relived their half-hour in the bath tub in her mind; Mark washing her breasts, spreading her open and washing her vagina out, making her cum with his fingers and then playing with her body like a favourite toy ...

One of her hands trailed down between her legs and her fingers began to stroke and caress her pussy. She was wet already and she let out a tiny moan as she pushed a finger into herself.

Her entire body felt relaxed and comfortable, which would have surprised her less than a month prior. After their first weekend more than two months earlier, she had needed at least two days to let the soreness subside before she could let him inside her again. With a condom on, Mark had demonstrated that he could easily screw her until she came and withdraw from her without coming himself, and then wait patiently - or spend his time kissing, eating, touching and fondling her - until she was ready to go again before sliding into her once more. Multiple times. In fact, he had shown her that he could do it without a condom, though for a much less number of times - though he did seem to be getting better at it - before he lost all semblance of control and he was frantically pistoning away and pumping his cum deep inside her, more often than not, carrying her along with him in his orgasm.

He had used up nearly one and a half of a six-pack of condoms on her on that first Saturday in his apartment - her first time inside his home - and then finished the second pack off the next day in her apartment. But that was only in the morning and day time. He fucked her before they went to sleep and then woke her sometime in the early hours of the morning to mount her again. Jasmin had been an enthuthiastic participant through out but it had been exhausting and she had been uncomfortable and sleepy for much of Monday and still somewhat uncomfortable on Tuesday after her spectacularly active weekend. But she had gotten as horny as she could stand it on Tuesday and had knocked on his door after work. All attempts to enter her elicited a gasp of obvious pain from her and Mark had adamantly refused to try again after the third time. By Wednesday evening, Jasmin was too aroused to care; so she simply bit her lip as she bent over her couch and suffered through that first initial burst of pain, wondering if Mark had somehow given her her virginity back during the weekend, before she gave herself up to the bountiful rewards of pleasure for her endurance. The sex had been frantic and quick to end, but Jasmin, easily orgasmic, still came twice before Mark had spurted his seed inside her with a guttural roar.

The next day, Mark had bought some KY jelly and after she layered it on his cock, happily giving him a handjob in the process, he sank into her quite easily even if she stiffened in pain for a heartbeat at his entry, and they enjoyed a good long and hard evening on his couch, the floor and his bed before she left for her own apartment so she could be in on time for work in the morning. The KY jelly helped her get through the following next few days, including another hot weekend, until that first tube of jelly finished. By that time, even if there may be some general soreness in her pubic region from the intensity of activity - which she did not really mind - there was no longer any pain when Mark entered her pussy.

Now even the soreness was fading. Even after an epic night of fucking, Jasmin felt practically no tell-tale twinges of pain as she shuddered and wriggled under her own ministrations to her pussy. Her body was simply adapting and already getting used to her new greatly intensified sexual calendar and it was becoming more and more obvious that she was coming to a point where she could have sex for hours in the daytime and still be ready and able to accomodate a man for a long, hot and heavy fuck later on in the evening and in the night. She circled her finger around her clit for a while, fondling her breasts with the other hand before she pressed hard against the swollen pinkish brown nub. She came silently, clutching a pillow and gritting her teeth as she crossed her legs around her hand, panting and shuddering under the covers.

It was fifteen relaxing minutes later, her stomach rumbling as well as her bladder full, that she unwrapped herself from around the pillow and sat up on the bed. She yawned again before she got off the bed and padded into the bathroom. Unlike the way it was in her bathroom, his sink was to the right of the door and not directly across from it, so the first thing she saw was the bath tub, drained of the water she had been 'washed' in. She saw herself in the large mirror over the sink and stopped. She looked ... dishevelled; lips swollen, hair scattered wildly and dark red patches on her belly and breasts she could only guess Mark left on her when he was massaging her with that strange hot and cold oil as she lay blindfolded on the bed.

What would her friends think, she wondered again. Feeling a little wicked, and smiling at the thought, she went to sit on the toilet and emptied herself. It was as she sat there, sighing with relief that her eyes alighted on a small transparent pack on top of the folded towels on the towel rack. As she examined it, she smiled. Mark, nerd that he was, had obviously paid no small attention to what she had in her bathroom. She got up from the toilet and picked up the pack to look at it. It had a miniature bottle of her very feminine shower gel that she had in her own bathroom, as well as small bottles of her favoured types body and face lotion, shampoo and roll-on women's deodorant. There was even a small toothbrush inside the pack.

"Wow." Jasmin said quietly to herself, feeling a strange rush of affection toward him, and not sure how to feel about it. He may be outwardly calm and calculating, but he must have been nervous about her first time spending so long after a night of sex in his apartment. It would be the first time she would not leave his apartment before nine o'clock in the morning while he, on the other hand, had spent a night up until 4pm the next day. It was only right if she reciprocated, she thought. It certainly did not change the nature of their relationship; it was still only an 'arrangement.' Resolutely, she opened the pack, picked out the toothbrush and went to the sink to brush her teeth and gargle some mouthwash. Then she went into the shower stall, instantly realizing from the perspiration on the glass wall that Mark had already been there before she had woken up.

Ten minutes later, Jasmin had finished drying off her body in front of the bedroom mirror and was stroking the lotion into her skin, hair wrapped in a towel on top of her head. Typically male, Jasmin had thought, amused; Mark had of course missed out on something - a hair dryer. Jasmin took her time and spent the next five minutes caressing the thick creamy body oil into her legs, rear end, arms, stomach and breasts. She did her face with the contents of the small bottle of face lotion before she unwound the towel around her hair and did her best to scrub it dry. Her hair still fell in dark damp ringlets around her face and back as she applied the deodorant to her armpits, and grinning at herself in the mirror, her naughty side encouraging her, she stroked the roll-on between and under her boobs and traced it down her stomach to the junctures where her thighs met the rest of her.

Still smiling, she put the roll-on down and looked at herself in the mirror, completely nude except for her birthday gift - the belly chain - and anklet. She needed her glasses, or contacts to get rid of the slight blur, but she thought she did not look quite so dishevelled as she did before she entered the shower. She cupped one of her breasts and ran one hand over her bush. In fact, she thought she looked sexy. She turned around and looked over her shoulder at her ass. She was no longer quite so sure what she did not like about it any more, even the size. The new chain on her waist slanting down to her hips made her ass look sexy, she thought. And certainly Mark's constant squeezing and caressing of it at every opportunity had made her come to appreciate it more.

She giggled and turned around, thoughts going to clothes as she decided to join Mark in the kitchen. Not only was the smell wafting into the room from the kitchen exceedingly good even for her empty stomach, she could do with a drink. But she simply could not walk in naked - his kitchen had wide windows and faced another apartment building on the other side of the street. Her clothes were all still in the living room - her panties hopefully with Mark somewhere. She felt herself flush as she remembered that she had removed her skirt even before she was at his door - just so she could mount him that much sooner. She heard music coming in from the kitchen too as she went to his wardrobe. She found a soft black long sleeved shirt with a dark blue whorling pattern all over it and slipped it over her head, folding the sleeves and opening two more buttons from the top to show just a hint of cleavage. It fell almost to her knees but she still felt exposed so she pulled out his underwear drawer and took out a matching dark blue pair of boxer shorts. She stepped into it and pulled it up her legs. It was a tight fit - her ass was a few sizes too large - and it rode very low on her hips, but it would do.

Satisfied, she walked out of the bedroom and headed for the kitchen. She had to pass through the living room, which also had wide windows facing the other side of the street and as she entered it, she saw her clothes in a pile on the couch, her purse on top of them. Tired of the blurring in her vision, Jasmin stopped, opened her purse and picked out her glass case. She opened it, took out and placed her glasses on her nose before she continued on to the kitchen.

Jasmin's first sight of Mark was him scooping out something from a frying pan into a bowl, his back to her as he stood over the large electric stove. There was also the pleasant smell of baking bread in the air. For a moment, that strange rush of affection flooded into her again and she stood for a moment, leaning against the doorway of the kitchen, just looking at him. He was back in his sleeveless T-shirt, but he was wearing pyjama bottoms and he was barefooted on the kitchen floor tiles. She remembered Bianca saying that he did not look her type and she had to admit that Bianca was right; Mark was muscular, but he was too thick and cuddly to be her type, especially since she liked the leaner, taller and more muscular specimens of the male species. But then, why was her pussy stirring to life, a flood of warmth nestling between her legs at the mere sight of him?

She swallowed and stepped into the kitchen.

"Hey Birthday Girl." Mark said, not turning round as he put the pan back on the burner.

"How did you know I was here?" Jasmin asked, surprised.

"Now that would be telling, wouldn't it?" He turned around then, holding the bowl now full of a creamy greenish substance and dotted with dark wizened brown pellets - raisins. He raised his eyebrows, amused to see her in his shirt. "You look nice."

"Thank you." she said, lowering her eyes, for some reason shy as heat flooded her cheeks. "Do you have anything to drink?"

"Sure." He said, gesturing with his eyes and a jerk of the head. "Fridge. Got orange, pineapple, apple, grape and passion fruit. And, oh yeah, water." He carried the bowl to the kitchen island where a tray was resting on the other side away from a laptop with a music application on and attached to a small but obviously powerful shiny metallic loudspeaker. "Glasses are over there by the microwave."

Jasmin nodded with a smile and went over to open the fridge. A moment later she was standing beside him and looking at the tray, a glass of passion fruit juice in her hand. There was a pat of butter on a dish and an identical dish with cheese together with a small and full jam jar. A small basket lay empty in the middle of the tray and beside it was the bowl of the green stuff with raisins. Now she noticed that there were also slices of green and red paprika in it and the thick curled shape of prawns.

"What's that?" she asked, pointing at the bowl.

"Ever heard of Coronation Chicken?"

"Yeah."

"Well, I added prawns, chillis, paprika and one or two secret herbs and spices and voila; Coronation ... Chawn, I guess."

"Chawn?" she raised an inquiring eyebrow.

"Chicken and prawn?"

"You're hopeless!" she laughed.

"'Pricken'?"

"That's just bad! Stop it!"

"Oh well, I don't do names." He grinned and dipped a finger into the green 'Chawn' and held it up to her mouth. "But it goes great with a bread roll. Try it."

Jasmin looked at him and took the finger into her mouth, sucking gently on it. The stuff did taste wonderful and she twirled her tongue around his finger to get it all. Her naughty side suddenly rose to the surface, finding standing in the middle of his kitchen with his finger in her mouth remarkably erotic, and she raised heated eyes at him as she suggestively sucked his finger deeper. Apparently, so did Mark and he wrapped his arm around her waist as she put her glass of juice down on the marble top of the island and melted into his arms. She sucked a little harder, more emphatically, before she released his finger from her mouth and lifted her head up to him. She smoothly opened her mouth for his kiss and she moaned against his mouth, her nipples swelling and hardening under her borrowed shirt as she pressed herself against him.

"Good morning Mr. Archer." she breathed when the kiss broke.

"Good afternoon Miss Marchand." he grinned at her, teasingly.

She wrinkled her nose at him "Oh shut up." Jasmin pulled his head down for another long kiss, licking at his lips before she speared her tongue into his mouth, squealing a little as he grabbed and squeezed at her ass, making her feel his already rapidly growing erection against her belly. Her pussy was already responding, warming up and moistening nicely in preparation.

She was breathing a bit raggedly when his mouth and hers parted.

"I was thinking about how I was going to wake you up and give you a shower after breakfast." Mark said.

Jasmin's breath caught. Mark's 'showers' usually involved lots of breast stroking, carefully positioned shower heads, nipple sucking, clit teasing, kisses, licks and often just plain fucking under the streaming jets of water. She often ended up doing a lot of dick sucking, and body licking too, always curious to see if she really could wash a man clean with her just her boobs and soap. Which of course meant that they had to clean up another mess before they could come out of the shower. Jasmin's pussy was beginning to flood with cum in earnest. "I already had a shower ..."

"Really?" Mark said, a look of mock disappointment coming on to his face. Then he grinned, the predatory gleam back in his eyes as he turned them both, placing her back against the kitchen island. "Well, I think I need to inspect and see if you've done a good job." He moved away from her and undid a button of the shirt before she could say a word.

Jasmin's mouth opened to say something, a flush of mortification heating her cheeks as she realized that she was being undressed in the possible full view of the apartments on the other side of the street. True enough, the slit vertical blinds were half closed but someone in the right position could, with a little effort, see everything. "Mark ...!" she said, voice strangely faint, "Someone might see us!" The buttons at her lower abdomen were already open by that time and one of her boobs had fallen out of the shirt. Even stranger than her voice leaving her was the fact that she made no effort to halt the progress of his hands. Stranger still was that her more mortification was fading and she was actually getting more and more excited.

"Shhh ..." he said with the familiar note of command in his voice as he opened the last button and the shirt fell completely open, exposing her boxer clad form under the shirt. He grinned wickedly as he kissed her hard on the lips, making her let out a mewling noise before he clutched the waistband of the boxer shorts with one hand and drew them down over her ass, taking them half-way south to her knees.

Jasmin stiffened in his arms and tried to push away from him. "Mark, stop! Stop ... uhn ... oh fuck ... uhn ..!" She went weak as his hand moved and his finger dipped into her wetness. She went even weaker as he kissed her again, moving his finger around, whimpering her delight against his licking tongue on her mouth, all thoughts of being seen driven to the side.

His mouth left hers and she found herself looking up into hungry eyes, squirming a little at the finger still inside her pussy. "Do you still want me to stop?"

She blinked and looked towards the window. "Someone might ..."

"I don't care about that." He interrupted, his voice guttural. "Do you want me to stop?"

She suddenly realized that she was a great deal more excited at possibly being seen than embarassed. It was just like in the alley outside the club - anybody could have seen them. Her naughty side was giddy with approval and she felt her flush fade away. She put one hand behind his neck and drew his head down until his lips were only a bare space away from hers. "No ... do what you want."

As they kissed again she felt Mark's finger leave her cunt and both his hands move to grab hold of her bare ass. He heaved upward and suddenly her derriere was resting on the marble top of the kitchen island, her head bending automatically down to his so the kiss continued despite the change in their relative positions. When the kiss broke, she only stared at him, lips parted and breasts heaving as he drew the boxers the rest of the way down her legs and practically threw them out the kitchen door. Jasmin paid no attention to that; she leaned back and spread her legs as he moved between them and held her waist, bending his head down to a nipple and taking all of it into his mouth. Jasmin jerked, throwing her head back and crying out. He took his time as always, paying masterful attention to her soft flesh with his lips and tongue and biting lightly at the swollen hard nipple. Jasmin spasmed at that, biting her lip with a sharp intake of breath.

Her inner thighs were already coated with lubrication by the time he started on the other breast, making her shudder violently as he trailed his tongue around the erect brown tip.

Suddenly, a sharp 'ping!' sounded - the oven bell. Mark froze and to her surprised disappointment he abruptly straightened and captured her lips with his. Jasmin nonethless kissed him back hungrily, leaning forward and wrapping her arms around his neck and holding the back of his head with her hands, pressing her bared breasts against him, telling him he was not finished.

"I have to get the bread out of the oven." Mark said when he broke the kiss.

"No ..." she whimpered, holding him tight and making it impossible for him to move without carrying her along with him. " ... fuck me ..."

"Oh, I 'am' going to fuck you, Miss Marchand." he growled, making her shiver in excitment and delight as those words from his mouth always did. He put a hand between her legs, over her pussy, and began to stroke her softly, looking into her eyes. "I'm planning on fucking you all day."

Jasmin nodded, eyes wide behind her glasses and staring at him, thoroughly aroused and wanting him beyond what she was certain were sane limits.

He kissed her again. "So we have time, Miss Marchand. All the time in the world for me to fuck you over and over again ... Okay?"

She nodded again, eyes still locked on him as she quivered at the fingers spreading her open and touching her. He liked playing with her pussy even though he knew very well what it did to her, asking her to wait even as he deliberately made it more and more impossible for her to do so. Her pussy was on fire and it was already beginning to clench in anticipation of his cock sliding its way into her depths. Her eyes fixed hungrily on the tent his dick made of the front of his pyjamas and she squirmed on the island's marble top.

Jasmin struggled to tamp down her need to something manageable for the moment, counselling herself that anticipation was fifty percent of the pleasure. It was hard. Very hard. She actually felt faint. "Okay." she leaned forward and kissed him softly, not entirely sure she was being truthful. "But the clock is ticking, mister." Her smile was weak, but still full of promise as her arms let go of his neck and she let them drop to her sides.

Mark smiled and kissed her lips before he took his hand away from her soaking pussy and stepped back from her. And as she watched him, still trembling and breathing hard with barely banked desire, he picked up the basket from the breakfast tray beside her and turned and went over to the stove to open the oven door. The smell of baking bread filled the air of the kitchen even more as he went to one knee and drew out the oven tray. On it were both bread rolls and bagels dotted around each other - the type that were bought from the baker half-baked and only needed to spend some time in the oven to get fully done. Using a set of tongs, Mark loaded up the basket and then stood up to turn and carry the basket back to the breakfast tray.

"No." he said, his tone commanding, making her fingers freeze as she started doing up the third button of the shirt over her breasts. He came up and dropped the bread basket unto the breakfast tray by her side before he pulled her hands away and undid the buttons himself, looking into her eyes and opening the shirt around her breasts. He cupped one heavy breast tenderly in his hand. "No." he said again. "You're so beautiful ... and I don't care if anybody is watching. You shouldn't either." His hand left her breast as he stroked down her belly. "Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?"

Jasmin trembled in response, mouth dry, her pussy clenching and flooded with cum, wanting him so badly she was ready to start pleading. His hand travelled back up her belly to cup her other breast as she quivered under his caress, feeling thoroughly beautiful and desired like a woman should be by the man she had so totally given her body to. He may not be her 'type', but somehow, he seemed to know exactly how to turn her on to a fever pitch.

"Yes ..." she sighed, eyes fluttering closed behind her glasses as he stroked down to her belly again, going on to stroke her hip and back up to her breasts. "Oh! ... how do you ...? ... that feels so amazing ...!" It was a caress that he had discovered very early on in their 'arrangement' that drove her wild. Right then, she was prepared to spread her legs for him even if the windows were completely wide open and the whole world could see her getting screwed to senselessness. However, she controlled herself, forcing herself not to leap on top of him and take him inside her. But the more he continued to touch her, the more her resolve cracked.

He bent forward and softly kissed her forehead and then dropped a quick and hungry kiss on her lips before he left her again. She opened her eyes to see him striding to the coffee maker on the counter by the sink.

"Tea or coffee?" he asked casually.

She licked her lips, needing a long moment to come down from the aroused high he had just taken her to and recompose herself. "Tea." She took a deep breath, looking down at herself; the shirt fully open around her nude form as she sat on the kitchen island, legs wide apart and dangling. She made no further attempt to button up, the neighbors be damned.

"I'll have coffee, I think." he said, spooning a few teaspoons of coffee beans into the compartment on top of the coffee-maker. He started it and then moved swiftly to fill the electric kettle with water from the wall dispenser before he plugged it in beside the coffee maker and switched it on. Jasmin watched him, amused and somewhat impressed at how comfortable he seemed to be in the kitchen. She had never seen him at work in the kitchen before even though she had eaten at his place quite a number of times. Usually he ordered or microwaved something from the fridge.

To be truthful, she mused, she had seen him at 'work' in this kitchen before ... though she had been what he had been 'working' on. She had woken up in the middle of the night - the evening had been eventful - to get a drink, Mark had found her with a glass of juice in her hand, passionfruit, which was appropriate, as she soon found herself with one leg hitched up over his arm and the other hanging down to the floor, her weight supported on her two hands behind her on the counter as he held her up by the waist and fucked her passionately and hard to a loud orgasm and then came all over her breasts. That was when he got his own drink and they chatted for a while as she cleaned herself up with some kitchen paper towels and her hand and mouth. Fifteen minutes later, she was bent over the counter as he pistoned into her pussy from behind, long and steady strokes that drew two orgasms out of her before they went on back to bed. She had gone to sleep lying half on his chest, breasts crushed against him with a contented smile on her face.

Jasmin tried to block out her memories of that night as she felt her resolve to hold on melting even more. Being practically nude around him made it much more difficult than it would have been. Fortunately, the music changed to a song she really liked on the laptop, distracting her and she turned her head and looked at it as it sat open on the other side of the kitchen island. Jasmin whistled quietly in appreciation. It was unlike anything she had ever seen before; with a dark gray and silver metallic casing that made her immediately certain that this laptop was not in the general market. She folded her legs up under her on the marble top of the kitchen island and spun around to face it, fixing her glasses more firmly on her nose, as she leaned forward to look more closely at the wide plasma screen. The operating system looked different from what she was used to but it seemed similar enough and intuitive, and the music program was self-explanatory. His desktop background was a 3D rendered starship in space. The legend softly flashing below read 'There Are No Limits.' She wrinkled her nose, smiling amusedly; very very nerdy. Still smiling, she placed her finger on the touchpad and decided to explore and see what type of programs he had, getting excited when she came across the industry standard 3D modelling application, something she was very familiar with in her work.

"This thing is fantastic!" Jasmin exclaimed when the laptop rendered and displayed a sample creation that came included with the installation. It should have taken three minutes instead of forty-five seconds. "I want one of these! Where did you get it from?"

"Actually, we made it." he said, coming to stand beside her and leaning against the island, looking at what she was doing as she stared at the computer, enraptured.

She turned sharply to look at him. "Really?"

"Yep." He looked proud and animated as he launched into a description of the machine in front of them. "It's running on two parallel multithreaded VLIW processors, 6 gigabytes of RAM, 2 gigabyte video and sound cards, 2 terabyte hard drive ..."

"Terabyte?!"

"Yeah," he nodded, smiling with one side of his mouth, pleased at her amazement. "And it's got all sorts of in-built wireless connections; WiFi, EvDO, UMTS, GPRS, infrared, Bluetooth, WiMAX and heck, there's even a slot for a SIM Card so you can pretty much make a phone call with it if you call the program up. Two batteries; one internal, one removable and it's even got a solar panel." He tapped the glassy cross-hatched surface on the cover. "Light-weight titanium - pretty tough."

"Wow ..." Jasmin said, very impressed. "I could get my work done in half the time with this." She turned to look at him, "What's the operating system?"

"Right now, Windows," he said, making her eyebrows go up in surprise, "with a few theme and other add-in modifications by our guys, of course. But I've got Linux installed as well on a different partition."

"Why don't you guys sell this on a larger scale?" Jasmin actually had an idea why and he confirmed it.

"It would cost about 8,000 for one. Think anybody would spend that much for something that won't do much more than something going for 800?"

"So why did you guys make it?"

He grinned. "Because we can. It's like advertising; they make it very easy for us to impress clients - everybody asks about them."

"Them?"

"Once you get to a certain level, you get one made for you. It's one of the perks. You can even order a few extra accessories so you can be a little unique."

"Like what?"

He reached across her bare lap and pressed a panel beside the touchpad. "Like this." It popped up, revealing a small rounded cyclinder with a lens on one side, attached to the flat surface on top. At the corner of the screen a window opened and she saw an extremely clear moving picture of her abdomen, stomach and the underside of her boobs. Any minor movement upward by her or downward by the camera and the rest of her bush, not just the top of her public region would be on screen.

She stared on at the laptop for a moment, admiring, before she turned to him again, and giggled, "You are such a nerd!"

He frowned theatrically, then he grinned. "Guilty as charged." He suddenly plucked out the miniature camera and pulled it out, a thin metallic cord unwinding and trailing from it to the space left on the laptop by the popped out panel. The line was six feet long when he abruptly turned the lens to her. Jasmin opened her mouth to object when she saw herself on the screen, the shirt open around her nude form, breasts proud and jutting as she sat with legs folded and one hand supporting her on the marble surface. But he pressed something before she could utter a word and a loud clicking noise came from the laptop, over the music playing from the same loudspeaker. A window opened on the screen and there she was, in an open man's shirt but otherwise naked with her rimless glasses perched on her nose, her mouth open in protest.

"Hey!" Jasmin tried to cover herself.

Mark took another picture and another window popped up.

"Stop it!" she crossed an arm over her boobs and covered her pubic hair with her other hand.

Mark simply smiled and took another picture.

"Stop!" she tried to turn away but he just moved with her and pressed his thumb against the button of the snapper.

Another window popped up on the screen.

"Cut it out!" Jasmin frantically gathered the shirt around her and covered herself, holding it closed with both hands over her breasts.

Mark paused and looked at her, then he deliberately took another picture before he moved over to her so swiftly her breath caught in her throat. He put down the mini-camera on the keyboard and then placed both his hands on top of hers.

"Jasmin, let go." he all but commanded as he pried them away from the shirt. Jasmin was confused at herself as she found her hands falling away to allow him to once again open the shirt around her breasts and the rest of her body. She was still confused when she sighed in pleasure, eyes closing as he deliberately caressed her again with his hands, stroking her breasts and belly down to her hips and thighs and then trailing his hands back up again. Moaning in weak protest, Jasmin felt as if she was mesmerized as he pulled her forward on the marble platform and carefully spread her legs until her wet pussy was right in front of him. Her mouth went dry as he picked up the camera and aimed the lens at her.

His other hand went up to cup her breast as he stared into her shocked eyes. "Trust me."

Jasmin's shock was at herself. She was not embarassed or even outraged. She was excited. Totally, completely excited. Not even Bianca at her wildest would do something like this. What if it ended up being seen all over the Internet? What if his friends at work come across pictures of her like that while looking at his laptop? What if ...?

But she trusted him. Even if she ended their 'arrangement' with him tomorrow, he would never let that happen ... She realized even as the thoughts ran through her head that most of the mortified women who woke up to find their nude bodies displayed for all the world to see on the world wide web never thought the men they had trusted to take pictures of them at their most wanton would betray them so cruelly.

But at the moment, her naughty side was winning over her more rational, more sensible side; she would do it because she wanted to, she realized, and damn the consequences.

Jasmin wet her lips, and nodded. Mark smiled at her, and took the picture.

She turned her head to look at the screen as the 'click' sounded on the loudspeaker, and the new picture window opened up - a clear and perfect picture of her pussy; labia swollen with arousal, her nether lips gleaming wetly with her cum, clit swelling just that little bit out of its hood. Jasmin heard Mark's sharp intake of breath and she glanced down at the tent of his penis in his pyjamas and something within her snapped.

"Mark?"

His eyes left the screen and looked at her.

She smiled and slowly raised one leg high up in the air, giving him another view of her pussy. "Take another one."

Mark licked his lips and wordlessly raised the mini-camera, and snapped the picture.

Jasmin's smile widened and then she changed positions, drawing up both legs to her ass. "Another one."

She moved again after the 'click' and crossed on leg over the other, leaving herself still open as she leaned back on her hands, breasts thrust out. She smiled invitingly at him to press the snapper again. He did and she lowered the shirt slightly over her shoulder as she looked at the picture come up on the screen; he had focussed on her pussy to much the exclusion of all else. Her nose wrinkled, lips twisting in amusement; typical.

"Get all of me." she ordered as she looked at him again, keeping the same pose. Mark adjusted the lens and took another picture. Jasmin did not bother to look at the screen again as she shifted to another position, cupping one of her breasts and holding it up with one hand as she leaned forward. Mark took her picture, and she shifted gracefully into another position, her smile raunchy and inviting.

They carried on like that for while, Jasmin posing to show off her charms, adopting poses she had seen and half-remembered from glancing through more than one men's magazine. She took position after position that displayed her large breasts, her voluptuous ass, her flat belly, her creamy thighs, her curvy legs and her soaking wet pussy to their best advantage, relishing the increasingly harsh note of Mark's breathing and the growing tent in his pants as he snapped picture after picture of her, thoroughly enjoying herself. Finally she went on her hands and knees and faced away from him, giving him an excellent look at her pussy from behind. After the 'click', she widened her legs and threw her head back. He took another picture and then she heard his breath catch as she balanced on one hand and reached a finger beneath her and between her legs, and then slide it into herself, crying out softly in delight.

"Take it." she moaned.

Mark took the picture she wanted but she spent another few seconds stroking her finger into herself before she turned a mischievous face toward him over her shoulder. He took a picture and she turned some more, her breasts coming into view. He took a picture of that and she smoothly turned on her back, her finger still inside her as she rested on one elbow and spread her legs wider, bare heels on the marble. She continued to stroke into her pussy, adding another finger, smiling at him, and he took a final picture, taking a deep breath as he gave a sharp tug of the the mini-camera's metallic cord. The cord started to retract itself into the hole in the laptop by the touchpad left there by the removed panel. Mark barely noticed the camera fix itself into place, his eyes riveted on the woman masturbating in front of him on the high platform in the middle of his kitchen.

"You want to fuck me, don't you, Mr. Archer?" Jasmin cooed. "You want to bury that dick deep inside my pussy, don't you?" She extracted her fingers from herself and began to rub at her clit. "You want me to cum all over your dick and then you'd probably want me to suck and lick you until you're hard enough to fuck me again, huh?" She plunged her fingers back into herself and threw her head back again "Uhn! ... You'd feel so good inside me, Mark Archer ... I always love it when you're fucking me ..." She stared straight into his eyes as she removed her fingers once again, wet cum-covered fingers. "Come and taste me."

She abruptly sat up and leaned forward to place her fingers on his lips. Mark licked it all off, making her giggle as he sniffed deeply at her hand and took both fingers into his mouth. She could smell herself too, she realized, very strongly. "Do I taste good?" she whispered.

"Yes, you do ..." Mark answered.

"You want to eat my pussy and fuck me, don't you, Mr. Archer?"

"Yes." Mark ran his hands up her thighs to her waist, hunger burning in his eyes. "I want to eat your pussy and fuck you, Jasmin Marchand."

Jasmin could not believe how much she thrilled to hear those words from his mouth, but she had a role to play. "Oh, I 'am' going to fuck you, Mr. Archer. I'm planning on fucking you all day." Jasmin's smile was wicked and she almost laughed to see the look on Mark's face before he swiftly regained control of himself.

In response he reached forward and grabbed hold of her soft breasts and their hard swollen nipples with both hands. Jasmin made a little noise, something between a squeal and a grunt as he pulled firmly at them and drew her forward. Helpless and finding herself unwilling to stop him, she went to her knees in front of him on the kitchen island's marble top. Her head may have been quite far away from his lips for kissing but her breasts were perfectly positioned for his mouth and he took in both nipples one at a time, giving them each a quick lavishing of the tongue and a good hard suck, making her shudder and squeal both times, her arms draped around his neck.

He leaned back away from her, hands on her waist, and smiled wickedly, triumphant. "The clock is ticking, lady."

She grinned down at him, breasts heaving, her nipples wet, at attention, and pointing at his face. "Good."

Her ass was also in the perfect position for a little exploration into her pussy from behind while he focussed again on her boobs with his mouth. Jasmin's resolve was crashing and burning spectacularly and she was wondering if she had bitten off more than she could chew - teasing Mark when he could so easily have her weak and defenseless against him. The woman in her, the part of her that exhilarated when a man took control in bed, loved that he seemed to have so much more control than she did. She was still writhing on her knees against him, her arms around his neck, her head thrown back and her mouth open in moans and whimpers when the electronic water kettle on the counter whistled out loudly that the water had come to a boil. A second later, the coffee maker also made a slight beep to show that it was done.

She expected it but she still moaned at the sense of loss as Mark took his fingers out of her and her right nipple popped out of his mouth. Her cunt felt empty in that all too consuming and familiar way, desperately needing to be filled. She shook a little as he dropped another kiss on the valley between her breasts, and then let go of her. Jasmin slowly sat back on her heels as he walked over to the counter, struggling to wall off her desire like she did before. She could not do it, she realized, not to anywhere near the success of the last time. She could keep herself from leaping on top of him, just barely, but the heat in between her legs and the way visions of him penetrating her ran through her mind told her that the next time he touched her his penis would have to be sliding into her depths in the next moment or she just might go mad.

Jasmin saw him smile at her from the counter with his familiar predatory gleam and she could not stop herself from glancing down at the bulge in his pyjamas. The sudden surge of hunger nearly made her leap off the kitchen island and run at him but she took a calming breath and playfully stuck her tongue out at him before she deliberately turned away to look once again at the laptop. She began to browse through his music collection, consciously distracting herself by concentrating on something else other than the man and the erection less than ten feet away from her. It worked. Just barely. She was still naked in a fully open shirt and so aroused she felt light-headed. But she was able to ignore her need a little as she continued to scroll through his playlist, nodding in appreciation at the bulk of his choices and wrinkling her nose at others.

She found a song she really liked, one that had played in the club the night before and clicked on it, interrupting the song that had been playing. Jasmin smiled happily as it started to play instead and continued to browse through the playlist. She unconsciously began to move herself in time with the beat as she sang along quietly under her breath.

She was not aware of Mark looking at her, at the way her lips curled when she smiled, the utterly sexy way her glasses were perched on her nose, the way her still slightly damp hair framed her face and fell down her back, and the graceful way her body automatically swayed to the music. Her bared breasts jiggled with her movements, brown tips still swollen and hard, still gleaming wetly from so recently being in his mouth. He could smell her arousal still; it seemed to permeate the room, a musky pungent smell that was all woman and yet distinctly her. He knew it came mostly from the gleaming wetness coating her inner thighs, visible even from where he was standing. He loved her smell - it was why he was always sniffing at her pussy whenever he ate her out, something he did frequently and enthusiastically.

He knew there was some reason - a past relationship - for why she did not want anything serious, and he sensed that she did not particularly want to have a series of one-night stands, whether or not she had indulged herself in a few in the past. So their fateful 'arrangement' seemed to be something of a perfect half-way solution for her, a no attachment sexual relationship with a man who was something of a sexual match, even though she obviously enjoyed his company outside of sex and obviously had come to trust him to a significant extent. It had had him non-plussed at first, but then he had resolved to simply enjoy their 'arrangement' - ironically every man's fantasy - for as long as it lasted. She obviously had her reasons for wanting it that way, which he would find out about, or not, as the case turned out.

But he had never known a woman so naturally sensual that she had no idea that just how much of an erotic fantasy come to life she was. Her exquisite and remarkably sensitive body, her long and soft curly black hair, her beautifully feminine hips, her soft and voluptuous bottom, her heavy and yet perfectly firm breasts, her full heart shaped lips made for being kissed; all that and coupled with her passion, naughtiness and lust ... and he was right when he told her she was meant to be fucked and made to come. Often, hard and regularly.

Mark was aware of the fact that he probably enjoyed making her come more than he enjoyed her reciprocating. And he enjoyed the latter beyond his wildest dreams. He loved making her come, so much so that it was becoming something of an obsession - he could not stop thinking about it, at work, at home, at the most inopportune moments. Her face broke out in a smile that took his breath away when she came even as she was sobbing out her pleasure. He suspected that she did not know she smiled when she orgasmed; her eyes always fluttered closed, high pitched moans coming out of her mouth, and she also probably did not know that she made a soft hissing noise, gritting her teeth and curling her upper lip whenever he entered her for the first time each time they met. And she had a delightfully nasty streak; she liked watching herself being penetrated; she loved seeing his dick disappear into her pussy. Often, immediately after he sank himself inside her, he found her staring at where they were conjoined with a look akin to shock, her eyes glazing with pleasure even before he starts stroking into her. it never ceased to excite him even more that she seemed to find something new everytime he came inside her.

She always smiled when that happened. Her smiles when she made him come were full of delight and what could only be pride - she genuinely enjoyed making him come. And, even better, she was throwing away more and more of the inhibitions she had outside the bedroom each time he pushed her to so something new; the submissive yet naughty and adventurous part of her was becoming stronger - which was why she had initially resisted his taking pictures of her and then had swiftly become an enthusiastic participant, teasing him and trying to get him to lose control and push himself inside her. It had been an extremely close call and even now his resolve was melting precipitously as he watched her move, completely oblivious of how she was affecting him, even after two and a half months of regular hard sex.

In the end, the unalloyed fact was that Jasmin Marchand loved sex. And she was instinctively good at it; her blowjobs were a work of art - she even knew how to use her teeth in addition to her full lips, her warm mouth and her talented tongue to have a man helpless and thoroughly under her control. And she was so perfectly tight that even after being inside her more times than he could count, pushing his way into her pussy was journey of pleasure all its own. There had been times she had made him cum when he was only half-way inside her, which strangely only seemed to make her more determined to come again. Her cunt naturally clenched around him so it took more staying power than he ever thought he could muster up to last as long as he was wont inside her. It was what led him to getting stocked up on the special condoms he used on her when he wanted it to last. He was determinedly working on adapting to her tightness so he would not need to use the condoms as much for that, but for the moment he used them regularly on her just so he could see her reach the crest of her pleasure again and again.

Jasmin felt his eyes on her and turned to find him staring at her, a small coffee pot in his hand. "What?"

He smiled nonchalantly, swiftly regaining control of himself as he turned to the coffee maker and set the pot under it. "So ... did you have fun last night?"

"You were fucking me." she said casually, peering intently at the laptop, lip curled in a mischievous smile. "What do you think?"

He grinned. "Naughty girl. I meant the club. I started fucking you in the morning, remember?"

"Oh?" she started running a finger around the areola of a jutting boob as she turned a playfully wrinkled nose at him. "Oh shut up, you." She cupped the boob and gave it a squeeze before she let go of it and started with the other one. "And yes, I did have fun last night. Especially after this nasty guy stopped torturing me with some nerdy thing inside my poor ... pussy." She suddenly remembered something. "Hey! Do you have my panties with you?"

"Yep."

Jasmin sighed in relief - it was one of her favourites. He would probably insist on putting them on her himself when she was leaving. She found that she liked it when he dressed her - it was almost as nice as when he undressed her.

"Do you still have my 'nerdy thing'?"

"Yours?" she asked playfully.

Mark grinned. "I could get more ..."

Jasmin looked at him for a moment. "Let's wait and see, huh?" she answered at last, after taking a moment to move her mind away from going any deeper into the territory her thoughts were going into. Her resolve was precarious enough as it was. Her mouth had gone dry again and she picked up her nearly forgotten glass of juice and drained it in one gulp, putting it down beside the laptop.

It was then that Mark brought over the two small pots; one with tea and the other with coffee and placed them on the breakfast tray. Jasmin's heartbeat went up at his being so close to her and she licked her lips, aching for him to touch her but afraid that he would stop again and leave her a quivering mass of need crazed woman. He leaned even closer, the predatory gleam in his eyes intensifying as he openly looked at her body. Her lips took on a playful pout as she pushed out her chest so he could get a better look at her titties. "Fuck me."

He leaned forward to drop a light kiss on her pouting lips. "Later."

She pouted some more.

His grin only widened in response and he lightly trailed his hand on her thigh, making her quiver, before he started heading back to the fridge. "What's your friend's name, the blonde one in the pants ...?"

Jasmin looked up again. "Bianca?"

Mark brought out a large dish of grapes from the fridge. "I guess so ... anyway, where the hell did she learn how to dance like that? I think she had every guy at the club watching her last night."

"You too?"

"Well," he grinned. "Yeah."

Jasmin looked sharply at him, feeling something a bit too close to jealousy surge through her. "I can dance as well as she can." Jasmin protested peevishly, pouting unconsciously. True enough, Bianca was an excellent dancer and she always let herself go wild in a club, effortlessly moving herself in perfect counterpoint to the music, always sexy and always drawing men's eyes. But Jasmin had started ballet with Bianca when they were younger and they continued to go to the same dance classes for their exercise regimens. They had taken modern dance, salsa, lambada, ball room, hip hop, belly dancing and even pole dancing classes together and they had developed a very healthy and strong rivalry. They were always at the top if never the best in those classes, but one was never more than an inch behind the other and that was all that mattered.

But Jasmin was not quite as free with her dancing as Bianca was - unless Bianca openly challenged her - and she childishly thought it was unfair that Mark had seen Bianca dancing like she could, but he had held her too close and had thoroughly distracted her with the 'thing' he had inserted into her to let her show him what she could do.

"Oh?" Mark's face had a small amused smirk as he added pineapple, peeled tangerine and peach slices to the dish of grapes. "Okay."

Jasmin opened her mouth to retort as he turned back to the counter, his back to her, but she shut her mouth again as she realized that it would make no difference. It would be her mouth versus what he saw in the club. But she had an idea though. A deliciously naughty idea; one she that knew she would enjoy and he would as well. It could actually make him lose control at last, enough to make him plunge himself inside her until he came - the thought made her shiver in hope and anticipation. She gracefully got off the kitchen island after selecting an appropriate song on his laptop and clicking on it. Looking at his back and smiling naughtily, she raised the ends of her shirt up and tied it in a knot under her boobs, leaving herself completely bare from her stomach down to her bare feet. She wanted him to see her waist and her butt, and it just seemed more nasty to leave the shirt on rather than take it all off. It was a large shirt - his size, so when one of her breasts felt out through the wide open unbuttoned gap in front, she did not mind or even bother to replace it. In fact, it made it that little bit more wicked.

"Mark?" she started swaying her hips.

Mark dropped the last strawberry on the fruit salad and turned to look at her. He froze.

The music started in earnest - a heavy hip-hop beat with a hint of salsa and a lot of bass. Jasmin slowly licked her lips and wound her waist, smiling, feeling deliciously powerful.

"Watch me, Mr. Archer." she commanded.

And Mark did exactly that for the next five minutes. He watched Jasmin dance for him.

He stared transfixed as Jasmin lowered herself to a squat and rose with a deeper sway and grind of her hips. She mixed in a bit of everything as she wound her belly, hips and waist, repeatedly going from a slow dignified and erotic hip sway to a thoroughly raunchy ass shaking, hair gathered high on her head with one hand. She spun around and turned her back to him so he could see her ass as she swivelled her mid-riff around like a belly dancer, then she bent over and pumped it at him, knowing and thrilling to the fact that he could clearly see her pussy each time she lowered herself and went back up to her full height again. She smiled as she added a little bit of the pole dancer in her gyrations, making her breasts bounce around on her chest before she danced up close to him. He stood stock still as she wrapped a leg around him, salsa like, and lowered herself down his body and then went back up again, staring into his eyes, making sure he felt her breasts rubbing against him. Then she spun around and grinded her ass against him, feeling his erection press against her before she went back to the marble topped kitchen platform. Looking into his eyes as she continued to move, she planted her legs and swayed her hips, and then she began to touch herself, grabbing and squeezing her breasts, and running her hands down her belly and lightly stroking her hands between her legs. She spun around so he could see her running her hands down her butt and thighs as she bent over from her waist, slowly raising herself erect as she stroked her hands back up her body. She turned around again to face him and spent a while licking her lips at him as she slowly and very lewdly pumped her pelvic region, hands on the marble top of the kitchen island behind her, enjoying the wild hunger in his eyes as he finally took a step towards her.

It was after that that she hopped up unto the kitchen island and spread her legs, one dangled to the floor, the other on the marble top, as she leaned back on one elbow and began to stroke her pussy, still winding her stomach and hips like a belly dancer, eyes locked on him the whole time.

Throughout, she never failed to follow the rhythm of the song playing, and by the end of it Jasmin found herself staring down at Mark's dick as it began to push its way into her cunt, perched somewhat precariously on her ass with her hands supporting her from behind at the edge of the kitchen island. She felt triumphant - Mark had finally lost hold of his vaunted self-control. He had been staring at her, mesmerized, when all of a sudden he had just yanked his pyjama bottoms down off his waist and let them fall to his feet. He did not bother removing his T-shirt. She had licked her lips at the sight of his erection as he stepped out of the pyjamas and approached her, his eyes telling her what he was going to do. She had spread her legs wider, the smell of her arousal and the visible wetness of her pussy telling him that she was ready for him. When he reached her he had let out a hungry growl as he covered her lips with his, kissing her avidly as he pulled her forward by the waist. Jasmin had kissed him back with just as much hunger and thrown one arm around his neck as she scooted forward on her ass. Her dancing had heightened her need to the boiling point as well.

Jasmin let out her usual soft hiss as her vaginal walls stretched to accomodate the invader making its way into her. The sight of herself being penetrated always fascinated Jasmin, and her lust glazed eyes were fixed on the scene between her legs of Mark's rod disappearing into her wet sheath.

"Oh ... fuck!" she threw her head back and called out when he was fully inside her. He leaned forward and their lips met again, licking and sucking, savoring the feeling of him being fully in her pussy. "Oh ... Mark!" Jasmin whispered in between kisses and licks of his lips, eyes wide open and hot, "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

Mark responded by pushing her to lie on her back, and she feverishly untied the shirt and thrust her breasts out, siwftly reaching down to guide his hands to them with her hands and holding them there as Mark began to piston himself in and out of her pussy. Jasmin cried out in delight at each hard thrust as Mark fucked her at a middling but steady pace, kneading her shaking breasts as they lay swollen and heavy to either side on her chest. She wrapped her legs around his waist as she thrust her pelvis back at him, fucking him back. The thought occured to her feverish mind that she was now having sex in the possible full view of the people across the street where she had just a short time before been mortified at the thought that they would see her walking around naked in the kitchen. Now she was being gloriously and thoroughly fucked in the kitchen and she simply did not care.

Jasmin let go of Mark's hands on her breasts and threw her arms to her sides, levering herself up on her elbows so she could watch Mark's cock sliding in and out of her cunt, her legs unwrapping themselves from around his waist and suspended in the air. Mark kept his hands on her breasts, pinching her hard swollen brown nipples as he started to fuck her with harder deeper thrusts. Her eyes travelled constantly from his face to the sight of his fucking cock between her legs, teeth gritted and grunting at each stroke as she pumped her hips back at him. Her lips were parted, her hair scattered and her eyes wild with pleasure and need as she stared at the man fucking her, panting in exertion along with him. The heavy musk of her arousal filled the room and Mark breathed her in deeply as he quickened his pace into her shuddering body. Her grunts turned to sharp squeals of delight and after a moment he leaned forward and captured her lips again. She held the back of his head with one hand as she kissed him back, supporting herself on one elbow as she licked around his mouth.

She went back to her elbows again when the kiss broke and threw her legs even higher around him. "Fuck me! Don't stop! Fuck me!" She turned her head to look out the window, again wondering if the neighbors could see her, abandoning herself to her lust, her naughty side in paroxysms of delight. She turned her head to look back at him and then at the sight of his dick plunging in and out of her. "Fuck me! ... yess ... like that! ... uhn ... right there! ... fuck ... me! ... uhn ...! ... oh ... I love that dick! ... right ... there ... uhn!" Jasmin felt a flush starting from her belly and she began to shake, her easily orgasmic nature asserting itself. And Mark, as usual, read the signs perfectly as her eyes shut and her lips began to curl into a smile; he removed a hand from her breasts and reached down between her legs to rub at her clit.

Jasmin exploded into a shrieking orgasm, cum gushing out of her full of cock pussy as she collapsed back on the marble top of the kitchen island. She shook wildly as she sobbed out her orgasm, legs going slack around her lover as he held her waist and continued fucking her, albeit ever more slowly as he hungrily took in the sight of her as she repeatedly reached the crest of her pleasure. She was smiling widely, breasts heaving and shuddering as she whimpered and moaned in release, and as he watched, fascinated, he slowed down until he was still, buried inside her tight and spasming cunt. It was a long moment before she opened her eyes to find him looking at her face and she smiled in surprised delight to find that he was still hard inside her.

"You are amazing." she breathed as she lifted herself up, with his help, his arm around her lower back, and threw her arms around his neck.

The kiss was long and hot, made more so by the fact that her cunt was wrapped tightly around his still fully engorged member.

"So are you." Mark said after she finally let go off his lower lip which she had captured with her own two full ones. "You are beyond amazing ..."

Jasmin giggled. "Thanks. I do aim to please." She ground herself against his dick, face growing more serious - he was still inside her after all. "I think we need to do something about that."

He grinned and abruptly pumped hard into her, making her squeal. "Think you can handle it?"

She frowned theatrically and then kissed him again. "Yes." She held his cheek and looked into his eyes as she deliberately mashed her boobs against his T-shirt covered chest and squeezed her pussy walls around him. "Let me take care of that for you, Mr. Archer." She licked at his lips, hard. "Fuck me, Mark. Let me make you come."

Mark smiled and kissed her again before he grabbed hold of her waist and pushed her back so her ass was completely on the marble top of the kitchen platform, in the event exiting completely from her. She let out a whine of protest but smiled as he smoothly climbed the platform after her, moving back some more on the marble surface and spreading her legs. She lifted her head to watch again as he entered her cunt, sinking easily into her wetness and groaning at her tightness around his dick. She lifted her knees and wrapped her arms around his back as he lay on top of her and they kissed, his arms hooking around her shoulders to hold her steady.

"Fuck me." she whispered again, stroking his hair and beginning to pump her pelvis. "I need you to come for me. I need your cum inside me."

They both kept their eyes open as they began to fuck each other, starting slow and gradually speeding up, harder and faster. Jasmin's legs flexed and she repeatedly crossed and uncrossed her ankles around his pistoning waist as they kissed and nibbled, licked and sucked at each other's lips.

"Happy Birthday ..." he breathed, somehow managing to smile naughtily at her.

Jasmin let out a laugh, again remembering Chalotte's story of being 'ridden to her birthday' "Thank you ... oh yess ... just like that ..!"

Moments later, covered once again in a sheen of sweat, they were a rapidly moving mass of flesh, moaning, groaning, grunts and squeals of pleasure coming from both as they fucked hard and fast, consumed to mindless abandon by their pleasure. Lips, tongues and hands moved feverishly and they no longer made any effort to keep their eyes open as they approached the precipice. Jasmin was blabbering whatever came to her mind as she felt herself begin to shudder in another orgasm, already aware of Mark shaking and stiffening, grunting as he felt his balls tighten in preparation to let go of his cum inside her.

"... uhn ... oh fuck! ... uhn ... fuck me ... right there ... uhn ... like that ... fuck me! ... uhn ... fuck my pussy! ... uhn ... uhn ...! ... oh fuck! ... yes ... yes ... I'm gonna coooome!"

Jasmin felt Mark's cock pulse mightily as it released into her and that took her over the edge as she made a noise halfway between a growl and a scream. Mark shouted something unintelligible and withdrew from her, spurting cum on her abdomen, belly and breasts. He shuddered some more before he collapsed on top of her quivering form, covering her lips hungrily with his, swallowing her cries and making her squeal against his mouth as she writhed under him, wrapping her legs tight around his back.

Long moments passed before thought and movement returned and they were both panting as they finally came to, neither able to speak just yet. So they just kissed for a while, their lips and tongues emulating what their bodies had just done. That was, until Jasmin's stomach made a loud rumbling noise. She giggled and then laughed as it made another, even louder rumble.

"Okay, okay!" Mark said, an amused grin on his face as he lifted himself off her to a kneeling position between her spread legs. "I'm sorry I'm starving the Birthday Girl. No need to tell the whole world about it!" The front of his T-shirt had absorbed some of the semen he had spilled in strings and pools on Jasmin's body as he had lain on top of her and there were tell-tale dark spots and streaks on the cotton across his stomach and chest. He stroked her thigh. "C'mon, let's have breakfast." He looked at the kitchen clock. "Or brunch."

Jasmin smiled at him, enjoying his touching her. "Whatever you say, Mr. Archer."

Mark stroked her thighs one more time before he climbed off the marble top and stood on shaky feet in front of her, eyes suddenly noting how close their bodies were to the breakfast tray at one end of the island and the laptop at the other. His kitchen island was large, but even so it was surprising that they had been able to have sex on it without knocking down either the laptop or the breakfast tray.

She sat up and looked down at herself, at the cum splattered all over her belly and breasts and sighed in amused resignation "I think I need to clean up first. You always make such a mess!" She gathered up some of the cum by her belly button with her fingers and looking into his eyes, licked it off with a mischievous grin on her full lips. "Mmmm ... but you always taste so nice though."

She got off the kitchen island, swallowing some more, lewdly licking her lips and smiling at him.

Jasmin let out a squeal as Mark abruptly crushed her into a breathtaking kiss. But she automatically put her arms around his neck and pressed herself hard against him, in turns melting into his arms and holding him tight against her body. By the time he released her she was more than a little out of breath and panting. Her sex was stirring with heat again, to her surprise, though it was not as big a surprise as it would have been a little more than two months earlier. She was becoming insatiable.

He gave her a light tap on the ass and a playful squeeze. "Well, better go clean up, Miss Marchand." Right then, his own stomach growled and they both laughed before he gave her a light kiss on the lips and let go of her.

Jasmin sassily swayed her hips, knowing he was watching, as she left the kitchen and made her way back into the bathroom to clean herself up. On her way, she stopped by the living room and took out the tube of lip gloss from her handbag. In the bathroom, she took off the cum stained shirt and popped it into the laundry basket, intending to get another one from his wardrobe. Then she had wiped the semen off the skin of her belly and breasts and in between her legs, needing to rub harder at the streaks of it in her public hair with the warm wet towel. Afterwards she had layered the gloss on her lush lips, kissing and smiling at herself in the mirror as she adjusted her glasses.

She had, of course, had them on the whole time in the kitchen.

Jasmin quickly discovered that he was right about his 'Coronation Pricken' going great with a bread roll - it also went perfectly well with a little cheese on a bagel. When she had come out of the bathroom she had found Mark setting up the breakfast tray on the bed, so after stopping to playfully pinch his ass, she went to get another shirt from his wardrobe and making sure she kept it open around her nude body, she had climbed unto the bed, sat beside him, and proceeded to have breakfast. Or brunch.

Afterwards she had called her therapist's office to apologetically inform Dr. Patterson that she would not be able to make their one-thirty meeting. Being that it was less than ten minutes to the appointment, it could not be said that she had given Dr. Patterson a reasonable enough advance warning of her not being able to make it. But Dr. Patterson was apparently in a very understanding mood. Yes, it was alright - Jasmin could come in on Monday instead. The therapist actually was planning to drive up somewhere for lunch with a friend and this gave her chance to start out early so Jasmin should definitely not worry about it. In fact, Jasmin should not have agreed to an appointment on her birthday in the first place. She should be having fun, et cetera, et cetera.

Jasmin, biting her lip to keep from loudly moaning out loud in pleasure, actually was having 'fun.' But she suspected that Dr. Patterson would not be so understanding if she knew exactly what kind of 'fun' her patient was having while she was talking to her on the phone.

" ... yess! .. ooh ... uhn ... ohhh! ..." Jasmin's eyes were closed as she moved in time with Mark's strokes into her pussy, her cum steadily flowing out of her cunt as he repeatedly plunged his dick in and out of her warm and wet depths. It was less then thirty minutes since Mark had cum all over her body on his kitchen island and she had gone into the bathroom to wipe herself clean.

Mark was already cupping her breasts from behind and taking her earlobe into his mouth even before Dr. Patterson picked up. He began to kiss at the nape of her neck, caressing her body with one hand as he squeezed at her tit with the other, and it was a desperate struggle for her to keep from crying out as he ruthlessly touched and tormented her for the next three and a half minutes. She tried to get him off her but after a few seconds she knew it was hopeless, so she gave up and concentrated on trying to make it through the phone call without embarassing herself. She made it. But barely just - his fingers were pushing through her parted and wet nether lips by the time she breathlessly hung up and turned her head to berate him, but all thoughts of telling him off fell by the wayside as he hungrily caught her lips with his and she suddenly found herself kissing him back with a hunger that more than matched his own - knowing that a part of her actually felt disappointed that he had not just speared his dick into her cunt and started fucking her before the call ended.

Things rapidly heated up from there and he was on top of her on the bed, her legs spread wide open around him as they kissed hungrily, kissing and licking at each other's lips, tongues exploring and tasting. Jasmin's arms were tight around his neck, feverish and frenzied moans coming out of her at the maddening press of his fully swollen dick against her abdomen. The need to have him inside her was overwhelming - enough that when he suddenly lifted himself off her she almost screamed. But in the next moment, he reached for her, gathering her up in his arms. Jasmin, trembling with barely banked desire once again put her arms around his shoulders as he picked her up and carried her out of the bedroom and into the living room. He took her lips with his as he laid her on the sofa and Jasmin wordlessly leaned back on the backrest and spread her legs as he knelt in front of her. She watched him, eyes wide, breasts heaving with anticipation as he brought out and tore open a condom packet - one of his 'specials' - and slowly rolled the sheath over his erection.

Jasmin reached for his member to guide him in as he leaned over her, making a soft cooing noise as she felt the head of his shaft stroke against the wetness of her pussy. She let out a loud moan all thoughts and frustration forgotten as he pushed his way into her cunt, feeling herself closing tightly around him as he entered her completely. Her body shuddered from top to bottom as her pussy stretched to accept the intruder, eyes rolling up into her head before they fluttered closed in pure delight, breasts jiggling, nipples swollen and hard as he possessively took them in his hands. It was almost as good as an orgasm - the way he filled her pussy - and Jasmin flung her head back as the waves of pleasure ran through her, her lips curled in a smile as she simply enjoyed his cock being inside her body.

Then he started to fuck her and Jasmin abandoned herself to ecstasy. " ... ooh yess! ... yess! ... fuck me! ... ooh ... yess" ..."

Jasmin found herself being taken in every which way and losing count of her orgasms as Mark mounted her repeatedly all through the day; licking her neck as he repeatedly thrusted into her pussy up against the bedroom door, stroking her hips and holding on to her dangling breasts as he rode her from behind on the living room carpet, engulfed inside her cunt as she bounced, shuddered and quivered on top of him on the sofa, with her legs suspended over his arms as he plunged in and out of her on the bed, and even on the tiles of the kitchen floor with one of her legs high up in the air when getting a snack - his grape, peach, pineapple and strawberry fruit combo - swiftly became something else. He licked and kissed every part of her body and repeatedly ate her pussy out and fucked her with his tongue and fingers, relentlessly making her come over and over again.

Jasmin enthusiastically returned the favor as she fucked, touched and kissed him back, determined to give him as much pleasure as he was giving her. She moaned as she ran her tongue and kissed all over his body, removing each spent condom from his penis and stroking him with her hands and taking him into her mouth to get him hard again. Her hands shook feverishly in anticipation each time she unrolled a fresh new sheath on his dick and her mind exploded each and every time he slid his cock into her and fucked her for an eternity of sinful delight, her cries and squeals becoming louder and louder as she completely abandoned herself to her pleasure and all that was left of her remaining inhibitions disappeared.

Jasmin knew that she was an entirely different woman when she finally knelt in front of him on the kitchen tiles and took him into her mouth, pushing him to lean against the kitchen island as she bent her head to suck him in. It was after he had just bent her over the counter by the sink and fucked her slowly and steadily from behind until she came loudly once again, thrashing violently against the marble top of the kitchen surface as he held her by the waist and her swollen breasts. But he had not come yet, his member was still hard and buried in her pussy as he waited for her to calm down. Jasmin felt his hardness inside her as she came to from her orgasm was already bracing herself for another round of fucking when he suddenly withdrew from her, making her jerk and cry out at his abrupt exit from her pussy. But she immediately knew what he wanted, and she turned around and kissed him, hard, licking hungrily at his lips before she sank to her knees and wrapped her lips around his cock, still gleaming wet from so recently being inside her, tasting herself on his shaft.

It was early evening, the sun only beginning to set and the windows facing the other side of the street were wide open, but she took no notice of any of it. She had no more inhibitions, felt no shame, felt no more need for modesty. All that mattered was making him come, seeing the look of ectasy on his face as she swallowed him. She moaned in genuine delight as she kissed, licked, and sucked him, enjoying his gasps and sharp intakes of breath at her ministrations to his cock, completely unconcerned that people could be watching her on her knees, sucking his dick where anyone could see. She did not care if they did. She instead took her time to make it last, varying the twirls of her tongue, grazing him gently with her teeth, and taking him in as far as she could go. She sniffed at him just like he always did at her pussy before he ate her out, smiling naughtily up at him before she sucked in his scrotum, stroking his shaft gently with her hand as she played with his balls in her mouth. His cock and balls were fully covered in her saliva when he finally gave a cry and came, coating her breasts with his cum before she closed her mouth around his spurting member, his hands clenched in fists on the edge of the kitchen island he had fucked her so frenziedly on just a few hours earlier.

Afterwards, she had simply lain on top of him on the sofa in the living room, exhausted, her lips curled in a contented smile as her eyes slowly closed. Her body was covered in sweat and semen; shiny streaks and strings of cum on her thighs, her breasts, her belly, her ass, her hips and some even in her hair. Her eyes were still alight with vestiges of unsated lust as they closed, her hair completely dishevelled and her full lips swollen to full poutiness from kissing him and pleasuring him with her mouth, lips and tongue over the course of the whole day.

"Do you know how beautiful you are ...?" He whispered to her as he gently stroked her hair.

Jasmin's eyes opened and she raised her head and looked up at him as his fingers began to stroke her cheek. The sudden surge of affection she felt towards him at that moment was dangerous, she knew. He was not her 'type' and they were only supposed to be having an 'arrangement', but ... she felt beautiful. The way he looked at her, touched her, kissed her - when he was inside her she felt perfect, wanton and free, like the sexiest and most desirable woman on Earth. He made her 'feel' beautiful. And it made her unable to resist him no matter how often he fucked her. He was not her 'type', she told herself ... but at the same time, he was the reason she was increasingly finding herself waking up in the mornings with her pussy wet and her body a bundle of craving nerves, her days plagued with sexual fantasies that had her crossing and re-crossing her legs and squirming in her seat in her office.

"You make me feel beautiful ..." she told him honestly, voice quiet, needing to say it and angry at herself for it ... and hoping he would not take the conversation into more dangerous territory as she laid her head back on his shoulder.

Thankfully, he did not.

His hand began to travel all over her body again, gentle exploring caresses on her soft skin as her eyes drooped once more. "Happy birthday, Miss Marchand." Mark said quietly.

"Thank you ... Mr. Archer." she murmured, a smile on her lips.

The evening was warm and comfortable, with hardly any breeze, the sky a brilliant mix of purple, red and orange. But Jasmin was barely aware of it all. Her head was resting on his shoulder, her bare breasts pressed against his chest, one leg wrapped around him as she snuggled up closer to him on the settee, moaning contentedly as he caressed her body. The moment; his touching and caressing of her, her lying on top of him as she slowly fell asleep, naked in front of the big living room windows and the brilliant sunset - it felt dangerously romantic ... even intimate. But she decided not to worry about it as her eyes went from half-shut to completely closed.

And then, it happened.

"I love you." Jasmin's eyes snapped open at the words. Her shock all the more acute because she had said them. She felt his hand halt its stroking of her back as she raised her head to look at him. "I love you, Mr. Archer." she said again, this time fully conscious of what she was doing, knowing that she needed to say them, - that she could no longer continue lying to herself. Her next thought was that her therapist would be very unhappy with her at her next visit.

Mark smiled at her, and his hand began to stroke at her face. "And I love you Miss Marchand. For quite a while actually. I was kinda wondering when you'd come around to figuring out you kinda liked me too."

"Arrogant bastard." she said, smiling widely, before hungrily covering his lips with hers. His cock started growing against her thigh as she kissed him and her pussy began to pulse with warmth again.

It was not long before he was leaning over her as she lay back and spread her legs for him on his bed, all her exhaustion gone, energy coming from a heart pounding with a happiness she had never thought could be possible for one person to feel. She stared up at him with wide eyes, hungrily taking in the sight of him, crying out and clutching the sheets as she accepted his gentle entry into her vagina.

"I'm going to make love to you, Jasmin Marchand." he said after kissing her parted lips.

The thrill that went through her body was unlike any she had ever felt before. And as he started to slide in and out of her, gently and slowly, she sought his lips with hers again, knowing she had a lifetime of hearing those words said over and over again.