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“Brace your hands against the wall,” he told her.

Moira felt both pain and pleasure as Conrad played with her nipples and thrust into her pussy in response. The pleasure won. Each and every time. But it was intense and she felt so full as if his cock had grown.

“Oh, Fuck
Moira. Don’t squeeze,” he hissed. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he cried out and spilled into her. He bit her earlobe and Moira cried, her orgasm matching his. He slipped out of her and carried her to the bedroom. He pulled the dress off, then undressed himself. “Come and ride me,” he said to her as he lay on his back.

Moira
held her pussy over his mushroom head and sat suspended there for a while. She teased him like he sometimes did with her and he let her have the control. When Moira slammed down to the bottom he reared up and she cried at the fullness of him inside her. She held her breasts like Conrad had just done, cupping them and playing with the nipples, then she rose and sank slowly. He held her hips but didn’t guide her. Moira took pleasure and as Conrad groaned and tightened his hold on her hips she knew she was getting to him.

She dropped her breasts then braced herself against his chest and started moving faster and faster. They moved, meeting halfway and slamming their bodies against each other.

“Conrad,” she cried out and slammed faster. “Help me, please. Ah! I need…”

“Oh baby, you want to come?”

“Yes, please.”

“Lay down against my chest and hold on, baby,” he told her.
Conrad took control of her body. He lifted her up and slammed her against him. Each time her met her and rubbed her g-spot repeatedly. “Oh baby. You are so tight. Like a glove.”

Moira
moaned and cried against his ear.

“Okay baby. Now,” he told her.

Moira surrendered and came flooding the both. She felt so at peace.

Conrad
hissed against her and squeezed their bodies. “Amazing.”

The next morning she woke before
Conrad. Finally she had worn him out. It was rare when that happened so she wanted to take advantage. She carefully got out of bed and put her swim suit on. A morning swim sounded like a great idea. They had had a few night swims, but never in the morning. She dove in and did a lap. His pool was long, and after two laps, she felt like she had done the equivalent of six laps at her apartment complex. As she was treading water, she saw Conrad dive in, naked as a jay bird. Moira opened her mouth like a fish and looked up wondering if she would see a helicopter circling around.

“Take off your swim suit.”

“I think not,” she said. “It’s broad daylight,” she explained as if it needed to be said.

“There is no one around to see us,” he told her.

“That is until some helicopter comes out of nowhere and takes some very interesting pictures.”

He laughed. “Oh, come on
Moira. Live a little. Let me help you,” he said coming towards her.

“That’s okay. I’m quite comfortable as I am. If you want to parade your goods to all of America, go ahead. But do
n’t be surprised if you become humor material for all the late night shows,” he told him and moved away.

He chased her
, caught her easily and untied the top by a single pull. When she tried to hold onto her top, he untied the bottom and it floated away.

“Oh God. I’m going to kill you,” she told him trying to catch the bottom that was drifting away.

Conrad didn’t help matters by laughing his head off.

She caught the two pieces of material and
Conrad offered to help her put on her swim suit. Moira handed one piece to him and as she checked to see what piece she had and try to put it back on, he grabbed that one too and flung both pieces. They landed next to a chair. Moira saw it happen in slow motion and stood there suspended in time. When she looked back to him, he had moved a couple of steps away from her. He had a grin on his face and Moira decided to wipe that grin off his face.

She chased him but he kept just out of reach. When she finally caught him she
realized that had been his intention all along. She had moved from the shallow end to somewhere closer to the deep end where she couldn’t keep her feet on the ground and not drown. By the time she realized her error, it was too late because he had turned the tables and had her against the wall. To keep from swallowing water she was at his mercy. She wraped her legs around him.

“You are going to pay for this
Conrad,” she said exasperated at herself for not knowing better.

“That’s okay. I’ll take my punishment like a good little boy
. But I may as well make the punishment worth it,” he said to her as he kissed her.

“Oh God!” she cried out. “We need to get inside,” she said against his mouth.

“In a minute baby,” he said. He took the kiss deeper and Moira forgot where they were. She returned the kiss and lifted her arms to his shoulders. He moved them from the deep end and kneaded her body until it was craving his hard shaft. He entered her in short pumps and suckled her breasts that were being carresed by the sun. She went wild in his hands, crying for release. Conrad kept her right at the edge. She glowed in the bright sun. She became very vocal urging him on. He let her come once, then he took her to the bedroom and finished her off. He took her from behind, on her hands and knees and rode her hard. She screamed and cried deeper. Conrad widened her legs and went deeper. She cried faster, and he moved faster. When she started chanting, deeper, faster, deeper, faster, Conrad lost it and fucked her like she had never been fucked before. He was a mad man and when she shouted, yes, yes, he fucked and fucked, and fucked until they were both tired and came in large torrents. They flopped onto the bed and fell asleep.

Moira
woke up from what she thought had been a dream only to touch her pussy and realize it had been real. She had been so lost, she hoped there had been no paparazzi circling the skies. She was sure something must have been her in the water, because she clearly remembered how Conrad had taken her, at her direction. Yep, something had definitely bitten her. No way was she claiming responsibility.

She got out of bed and took her shower. When she was dressing her heard voices and wondered who
Conrad was talking to. Unless he had the TV on. She took the sheets off the bed. At the rate they changed sheets, she was glad housekeeping took care of the laundry, folding and ironing. She walked out of the bedroom and turned the corner in the corridor to find Lucas and Conrad talking.

Lucas saw her first. “Ow, what happened to yesterday’s dress? Not that there is anything wrong with what you hav
e on today,” he told her.

She laughed as she came closer to them. He kissed her cheek in greeting and grinned at her.

“What?” she asked.

He didn’t pull any punches. “I heard you didn’t get to have dessert.”

Conrad laughed as Moira threw a cushion at Lucas.

“The chef wasn’t pleased to have his dessert go to waste,” he told her laughing.

“You could just tell him that Conrad didn’t have enough money for the dessert too,” she said.

He guffawed. “That’s a good one. But not sure if he will believe it though,” he said still trying to reign in his laughter.

Conrad pulled her onto his lap. She relaxed into him, feeling content. “Hungry?” he asked her.

“I’
ll just get an orange juice,” she said and went to stand up.

“I’ll get it,” he told her and sat her back down.

“So how was the rest of the dinner,” Lucas asked her.

“It was great. So far I have enjoyed all the meals I have had at the three hotels I have been to. It’s some of the desserts that aren’t up to par. Or maybe I am just too critical because it’s what I do for a living,” she ended.

“No, no. I prefer your honesty rather than some people trying to suck up to me,” he told her.

“Okay, then. I guess we can work on that slowly. In the meantime, I get to enjoy myself.”

“That you do,” Conrad said joining them. He lifted Moira up, then sat down and sat her back on his lap.

“You realize that there are other empty chairs right?”

“Yeah, but then I don’t get to hold you.”

Lucas laughed when
Moira rolled her eyes.

She drank her juice and emptied the glass. Thirst will do that to you, she thought to herself as she felt the cool juice slide down. “So what are we eating?” she asked.

“We were waiting for you. What do you want?” he asked her.

“Q
uesadillas?”


Moira, you have been eating those things every other two days,” he told her. “If you are not careful they will start getting to you,” he warned checking out her body.

“I know, I know. But I just have this craving for them. Please?” she asked. “You guys can get something different,” she cajoled.

Conrad shook his head. “Okay baby. I’ll go buy the food and you can head home with Lucas. I’ll include something for Sam just in case he hasn’t eaten yet,” he said.

Moira
gave him a deep kiss, then thanked him and was out of his lap before he could react.

“Come back,” he said to her.

“Oh no. I’m hungry,” she told him and skirted around the nearby coffee table. And lucky for her, her stomach chose that moment to rumble.

“Okay then, let’s go,” he said laughing.

Lucas stopped on the way and bought some liquor. It was almost 1pm when they got home. Sam looked like he had just gotten up. Must have been some night for him to wake up so late. When she asked he told her they had only made it home at 6am. There had been a fight as they were about to close, and by the time they had sorted everything out, daylight was fighting to break through.

Apparently Lucas had missed the show. He was not happy when he heard that there had been some breakages, m
inor though Sam told him.

When
Conrad arrived with the food, Moira attacked her quesadillas. He had bought burritos for the guys. They sat outside where the sun was barely making it’s presence known. Soon they all knew they wouldn’t be able to sit outside for long periods of time. She listened to the boys debate different topics and then when they couldn’t agree on some aspects they would ask for her opinion. Conrad smiled when she agreed with him and huffed when she disagreed. Later they moved indoors and Moira fell asleep once her body lay on the sofa.

When
Conrad woke her up for dinner, she ate and instantly went back to sleep. She was feeling so tired. Worried he asked her if she was okay. She told him she was, but was just tired. Either the sun that afternoon, or the lack of much sleep due to nighttime activities, she told him with a grin. He relaxed and grinned back at her. Sometime during the evening she was carried to bed. She settled into bed and slept till early hours of the morning. She woke up feeling thirsty and as horny as a teenage boy.

The thirst she quickly took care of by getting a glass of cold water from the kitchen.
Moira came back to bed and crept in. She squeezed her thighs to get some relief but didn’t help much. She thought about going to the bathroom and helping herself there, then thought of Conrad catching her and not being happy about it. Early on into their relationship, he had told her there was no reason to pleasure herself if he was around. But then how do you ask someone who is sleeping to help you out? Well he didn’t seem to have the problem. He woke her several times a night on most days. This debate wasn’t helping her situation. Maybe she should just…

“What wrong? Can’t get back to sleep?” she heard him ask.

“I’m feeling horny,” she whispered.

She felt his laugh rumble through his body as he pulled her to him. “Why didn’t you just wake me?” he asked her.

“I don’t know. I was debating on whether to wake you or take care of the issue myself,” she answered truthfully.

“Baby, you should never have to debate that. Just wake me next time,” he told her. “Now tell me what you want me to do?”

“Ah, okay. Can you touch my breasts and rub my pussy?”

Conrad
threaded one hand underneath her and palmed one breast, the other he placed over her and found her mound. He felt her sigh of satisfaction and kissed her shoulder.

“Not the nipple,” he heard her say, then followed her
instructions. He alternated between the two breasts while rubbing her pussy in circles, until she asked for a deeper penetration and he pushed two fingers inside. She moaned and moved her hips, fucking his fingers.

As soon as she said she needed him inside her,
Conrad turned her to lie on her back and entered her in one fluid move. She started moving instantly and Conrad followed and matched her movements.

Moira
felt like she was in heaven. It was glorious. She set the pace and he followed. He soothed her nipples with his tongue as they moved. “More,” she cried and dug her fingers into his back.

Conrad
took her ass into his hands and met her thrust for thrust and made her pleasures known which only fueled him. When he felt her close, he moved faster and faster and she groaned in excitement. They battled and when she couldn’t take it anymore, her virginal walls squeezed him hard and she came with him following immediately behind her.

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