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  "You want me to go with you?" He grinned at the excitement and relief in her tone.

  "Yes," he said, brushing her nipple each time his lips moved. "We'll head to Paris next."

  She gasped and said, "Oh my God! I had no—"

  Kyle bit her breast hard, imprinting his teeth on her flesh. Zoe moaned and involuntarily flinched when he bit her again. He dragged his stubbled cheek across the bite and saw her twisting the bedsheets in her fists. His palm slid over the stomach before raising his hand to slap her pussy. "I told you to spread those legs. Don't close them again." He nipped her earlobe and said, "Listen and give me your trust."

  She did as told, dug her heels into the sheets, and raised her hips to follow his hand. He dragged his chin over her stomach while picking up his phone from the bed beside him. His finger tapped his playlist, already set to an electronic instrumental, chosen to speed her pulse. He felt her heartbeat accelerate under his lips as the music, with an Egyptian flare, blanketed the air with sound.

  Leaning away from her suddenly, he easily flipped her onto her stomach and brought his bare hand down on her ass cheek to the rhythm of the music. She squirmed but didn't fight. On the contrary, her movements signaled she liked it very much. He slid his hand underneath her pussy and pinched her clit while raking his stubble over her reddened ass. With his finger at her slit, he felt her throb and adjusted his fingers, so she wouldn't climax.

  He bit and tortured her ass cheeks, driving her in a mad writhing on the bed. Knowing she was too new to this lifestyle to control herself for long, he turned down the music, so she could hear his command. Turning her over again, he grinned when she winced because the covers slid across her sore ass.

  Licking and nibbling over her stomach, he pinched and twisted her nipples while teasing her but never dragging his pierced cock directly over her clit.

  By her breathing and fluttering stomach, he knew she was about to lose control. He quickly lowered his face and, as she'd fantasized, breathed over her pussy, "Come for me, beautiful," before thrusting his tongue into her while softly pinching her clit. She exploded around his tongue, he licked upward and sucked her swollen clit as it throbbed.

  Then, he removed her blindfold. At the same time, he thrust into her and watched surprise enter her widening eyes. He fucked her slow and deep at first to let her get used to his piercings.

  Zoe clawed his ass and moaned louder with each thrust. She knew he was holding back, so she ground her pussy against him. He leaned back, dragging her with him. Holding her hips, he began to bump and grind his cock into her.

  "Imagine how this will feel," he said, pulling her away only to slam her back down onto his cock, "when I'm buried deep in your ass while I fingerfuck you." Two rough thrusts later, he told her, "Think of your tongue on my beaded shaft, and my piercing bumping your throat while I tongue fuck you."

  "Oh God!" she shrieked, and he knew she was his when she begged, "May I please cum again, Kyle?"

  "Oh, you must," he said, barely able to hold back. "And keep cumming for me." He fucked her harder as she exploded and finally let himself climax, too. Lowering himself to her, he whispered in her ear, "Squeeze me, beautiful. Make that tight pussy work me."

  She couldn't have stopped if she'd wanted. Minutes later, he pulled out and picked her up. She was so exhausted but wanted to do every hot thing he'd mentioned. He carried her into the bathroom, lowered her in the huge tub, and climbed in behind her. They washed and during a thorough soak, he said, "I know you have questions. I've heard some crew talking, so go ahead and ask me anything."

  She hesitated and finally asked, "I only know what I've heard on the news, but on the yacht, you didn't act like they described. Was all that bullshit?"

  "Some of it was just to bait readers, some of it was true. As you get to know me better, you'll figure out what was bullshit, beautiful."

  "So, next stop is Paris. Then what?" she asked.

  "We'll visit with my mother in Paris for a bit. I need my feet on the ground for a change."

  "Your mother?" Her voice shook.

  "Well, of course. Don't you agree that she should meet the mother of my children?"

  Zoe turned so fast, water sloshed out of the tub. "Mo-Mother of your—"

  "What? You think Doms are incapable of love at first sight?" He gave her a chastising look. "I don't treat all women like I treated you, beautiful. You really did buy all that bullshit the press printed, didn't you?" He laughed and shook his head. "I might be a bad boy, but I'm not an out-of-control idiot. And I know when a woman falls for me…like you have."

  Her face reddened, but she nodded and turned to straddle his thighs and leaned her breasts against his chest. Then, she whispered over his lips, "Yes, I love you even though you haven't fulfilled ALL my fantasies."

  He stood with her in his arms, stepped from the tub, and sloshed out. "Well, some fantasies will have to wait 'til we get home, but just remember…you asked for it."

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  High Tide

  He came to the beach every day, his ebony body a vision of sculpted perfection befitting a Nubian prince. His hair was close-cropped to his skull, his sculpted muscles rippling in sensual rhythm with each movement. Approaching the shore on a small, brightly painted motorboat, he dragged the boat onto the pristine, sugar-white sand and hauled out a net bag bulging with shells.

  Today he wore loose, turquoise-blue swim shorts that matched the calm, mirror-brilliance of the ocean and more than emphasized his generous bulge. As was his habit, he hefted the bag of shells over his shoulder and walked east.

  Swinging lazily on a hammock stretched between two arched coconut palms, Kendra watched the man from beneath the wide brim of her straw hat. Early each morning, she heard the muted thrum of the boat long before it appeared where the cerulean sky merged with the crystalline water. The speck steadily approached the secluded beach peppered with palms trees and a scattering of upscale residences.

  The community was exclusive, the residents paying a premium to enjoy a private paradise. Some were retired, others were artistic types who found inspiration in the idyllic environment. Some, like Kendra and Josh, were into a more nomadic lifestyle that allowed them the freedom to do what they wanted, when they wanted, and with whom they wanted.

  Both had decided early in their marriage that traditional roles and relationships held no interest for them. The only child of eccentric archeologists, Kendra was used to traveling the world and spending time at exotic digs. She’d followed in her parents’ footsteps by earning a degree in archeology, and had met Josh on a dig in Egypt.

  Tall, bronzed, with sun-bleached blond hair, Josh was an easygoing, affable Egyptologist obsessed with the ancient culture. He too was an only child, his parents a British diplomat and a renowned pianist. He’d developed his passion for Egypt when his father was attached to the Cairo embassy throughout most of Josh’s childhood. Though his father was transferred to the embassy in Athens when Josh entered university, Josh remained in Cairo to finish his studies.

  It was five years after graduation that he met Kendra on a dig in Thebes. The attraction was instantaneous, and Josh’s golden looks starkly contrasted Kendra’s creamy, freckled complexion, mellow amber eyes, and shock of carrot-red hair. Josh had the slim physique of a runner, while Kendra’s softy curvaceous figure mimicked that of a ripe pear. While Josh tanned easily, Kendra had to constantly avoid getting sunburnt in the unforgiving climate.

  Something about the desert heat always left Kendra in a perpetual state of arousal, and she found herself masturbating whenever she had the opportunity. A precocious child, she had discovered a voracious appetite for sex at an early age, and was reading about the erotic frescoes of Pompeii when other children were still play
ing with toys. Her parents were open-minded, and encouraged both her curiosity and intelligence. It was no surprise that she started university at sixteen and began apprenticing with her parents after graduating with honors.

  Kendra traveled with her parents around the world until they finally became semi-permanent residents of Egypt. Far from civilization, embraced by the lingering spirit of an ancient culture, she particularly enjoyed sleeping naked in a tent, the flap opened to the stars. Spreading herself open on her hands and knees, she slowly fondled her body, paying particular attention to her generous breasts, before trailing her fingers to her pussy and ass both saturated by the juice leaking from her pussy.

  She was fond of edging, which brought her to the verge of coming until she was trembling, aching, and drenched in sweat. Sometimes it took only a fleeting touch to elicit a shattering orgasm, but to prolong her pleasure, she often fucked herself with the rounded handle of her hairbrush by thrusting it deeply inside her pussy, imagining that it was a thick cock pounding her.

  If she was feeling particularly hungry, she also slid the juice-slicked handle into her ass. That she did this in front of the open flap only added to intensity when she came. She liked to imagine phantom eyes watching and exploring her body with her. But it provided only temporary relief, and she was constantly plagued with a heavy, sensual languor that begged for release.

  When Josh arrived at the dig, it was as though her prayers had been answered. Not only did they work well together, but Kendra’s parents loved him. If they noticed the chemistry between Josh and their daughter, they made no effort to thwart the relationship, and their long hours at various digs provided Kendra and Josh ample opportunity to be alone.

  One afternoon while supervising a smaller dig with only assistants and workers, Kendra and Josh took off ostensibly to pick up supplies from the primary dig. On the way, they stopped at a remote oasis and parked the Range Rover in the midst of a dense cluster of date palms. Shaded from view, they spread a blanket on the sand and fucked like a pair of starving animals.

  It was quick and hard. Kendra had mounted Josh in a sixty-nine position, her approving gaze fixed on his thick cock. It rose like a fleshy obelisk that vanished into her mouth an inch at a time. Gripping the base of his cock with one hand, she caressed his balls with the other, pausing occasionally to lick and suck them. She enjoyed feeling them tighten in her mouth, the taut skin the texture of an orange peel.

  Josh’s tongue and fingers spread her pussy across his face and explored her juicy, pink folds. His teasing nibbles on her riding clit caused her to furiously grind against his mouth. When his tongue began to snake inside her at the same time his slick fingers slithered into her ass, Kendra jerked so violently against his face that he had to push her off before she suffocated him.

  Unable to keep from busting all over Kendra’s face, Josh got up, pushed Kendra onto her knees, grabbed her hips, and impaled her on his cock. His grip was so tight his fingers left imprints on her flesh. He drove himself deep inside her and violently thrust. Kendra’s full breasts swung like pendulums, her face pressed close to the blanket.

  Their cries rose above the hot, breathless silence. Between the dense palm fronds, the steel-blue sky merged into the glare of the sun. Both came quickly and explosively. For Kendra, it was the most intense orgasm she’d ever experienced. She felt as though she’d been turned inside out, and every cell, every pore, resonated from the energy.

  Gasping for breath, their bodies slick with sweat, they collapsed into each others’ arms and lay on the blanket. For a moment, time seemed suspended. Neither spoke as they absorbed the ancient spirit that seemed to flow with the shimmering heat waves. There was a history here, a legacy of time that made Kendra feel more than naked, but exposed in body and soul.

  It was only when they rose to dress that they noticed a pair of camels plodding away over a nearby dune, their swathed riders turned away. Neither Kendra nor Josh said a word as their silent audience vanished from sight, but both had thought the same.

  They had been turned on by being watched. The encounter was clearly random. The oasis was a well-known stopping point for travelers, but in all the times Kendra had visited the oasis, she’d never seen anyone. Yet the thought of faceless strangers watching her get fucked aroused both she and Josh so much that they fell once again onto the blanket.

  His cock was already a truncheon, hard and hungry. This time Kendra straddled him and rode him, her juice slurping as she bounced hard on him, hands digging into his shoulders. Josh caressed her swinging breasts and tweaked her rigid nipples before pulling them into his mouth. Kendra yelped when he circled them with his tongue and nibbled them with his teeth.

  By now Kendra’s hair was a tangled, sweaty mess, and she smelled her sweat and the musk of her sex. Her orgasm exploded from her core and erupted with volcanic intensity. She thrust her head back and screamed, her primal cry absorbed by the heat. Josh had to push off her hands to keep her long nails from drawing blood. He jizzed so much and so deeply inside her that it gushed from her pussy when she slipped off of him.

  When they finally collapsed onto the blanket, they could barely keep their eyes open. Though it was tempting to take a nap, they knew they had to get moving soon. Josh lazily twirled a strand of Kendra’s hair.

  “We should get going before it gets too late,” he said. “After all, weren’t we supposed to pick up some supplies?”

  Kendra laughed and got to her feet.

  “Wouldn’t it be funny if we met our mysterious voyeurs at the market?”

  Josh grinned and reached for his clothes.

  “Wouldn’t it be funny if they were workers at the dig?”

  They shared a laugh and climbed into the Rover to continue their journey. A year later they married, and their interest in archeological exploration segued into an exploration of their sexuality that eventually evolved into a passion for exhibitionist sex in primarily outdoor locations. Admittedly, there had been a few close calls, but neither could deny that it kept their relationship alive while those of many of their friends and colleagues ended in separation or divorce.

  ***

  Smiling at the memory, Kendra sipped on her customary morning pineapple mojito. She and Josh had certainly traveled a unique journey together. The drink’s frosty coolness soothed the heat that infused her body from more than the balmy temperature. Apart from the gentle susurration of the water and the squawk of parrots, nothing disturbed the serenity of the morning.

  Though she and Josh had been coming to their secluded Caribbean island retreat for several years, she’d never noticed the man until two weeks ago. She and Josh had spent most of their time relaxing or swimming, the hectic days of sightseeing long relegated to their first year on the island. The tiny jewel offered the beauty and benefits of the larger islands without the crowds or congestion. They had what they needed, and the simplicity of their lives suited them.

  The first time Kendra saw the man, she’d been dozing on the hammock. She often got up early to watch the sunrise, but over time it became a habit and sometimes she even spent the night on the hammock. Such was the freedom that she and Josh enjoyed on the island.

  Hearing the faint thrum of a motor, Kendra had gazed at the sea and noticed a moving speck that gradually became a small boat. Boldly decorated with parrot-bright colors, it was unlike any other boat Kendra had seen around the island. She watched curiously as the man switched off the motor and carefully beached the boat.

  It wasn’t until he reached for a net bag stuffed with a variety of gorgeous shells that she noticed how equally gorgeous he was. Perhaps early thirties, his lithe, panther-like body moved with a liquidity that defied gravity. But it was his face that instantly attracted Kendra. High cheekbones, full, sensual lips, a strong jawline…the only detail she couldn’t quite determine was the color of his eyes.

  Her gaze had fallen to prominent bulge on his teal board shorts. Taking another sip of her mojito to quench at least one thirst, she imag
ined what his gleaming, ebony cock would look like. He was big, at least seven inches, and probably quite thick, though it looked as if he had the balls of a stallion as well.

  An intense sexual thrill coursed through her body. She could almost feel the man’s strong hands spreading her thighs and thrusting that meaty cock deep inside her wet pussy, stretching her as he filled her. While Josh was a good size, she had yet to experience someone bigger even though they’d had their share of encounters with other men.

  Since Kendra had expressed her desire to feel of another man’s cock inside her a few years after their marriage, she and Josh had gradually filtered into arrangements where Josh would watch another man of their choosing fuck her. She was fascinated by men of different cultures, and was in search of the ultimate experience. This allowed Josh to not only indulge his voyeurism, but when he fucked Kendra afterward, the experience was mind-blowing for both.