Her thoughts suddenly cut off as Josh changed positions, shifting slightly to find a more comfortable angle. As he did so, she found her pleasure spiraling upward, until there was little she could do but lay on the table and gasp. One hand flailed behind her until it caught

Josh's, gripping it hard.

“Coming, baby. I'm coming. Please, come with me. Help me make our child."

Her spasming vagina clenched around Josh's cock as her orgasm swept over her. At the same time the crashing waves of pleasure gathered her in their stormy grip, she felt Josh reach his own peak. The steely bar inside her erupted in a volcanic climax, shooting torrents of hot seed into her. She sighed as she felt them coat her womb, every precious drop a potential life.

Josh slumped across her back, shaking. She turned her head and caught his mouth in a long, lazy kiss, her teeth nibbling his lips playfully.

“Thank you," she whispered.

With an effort, she levered her body off the table. Josh's arms came around her, holding her upright as she staggered to her feet. She could hear his deep chuckle in her ear as he took in the spot where she Lay.

The shining surface of the table was streaked with sweat and smudges.

“Maria is going to have some problems figuring out why the table looks like that."

She smiled up at him.

“She knows us, darling. I don't think she'll have any trouble figuring it out at all.”

At that moment, Maria was wondering what she had done to deserve such exquisite torment. The thought made her giddily happy.

As soon as she and Alex had entered her apartment, her master had stripped naked, Laid on the bed, and with his cock rapidly rising, had ordered her to pleasure him with her mouth. She had fallen on his bone like a starving dog, but his generosity was, as always, tempered by restrictions that drove her mad and at the same time aroused her even further.

Which was why she was giving her lover a blow job while she was fully clothed, despite her need to feel his skin on hers.

“No, Maria," he had said, even as she had taken him into her mouth, swirling her tongue around his wonderfully hard, thick shaft, the very embodiment of male virility. "You can't touch me. Only your mouth on my...on my cock," he had sighed.

“Touch me anywhere else, with any other part of your body, and I leave."

Part of her was convinced it was an empty threat. That her master needed her as much as she needed him. That after the cataclysmic events of the past night, they needed the comfort of each other's bodies.

But she didn't dare put her convictions to the test. If he were to leave her now, frustrated and unfulfilled, after having been exposed to the erotic magnetism of Althea, she didn't know how she would cope. So she clutched the bedsheets between her hands, the better to drive away temptation, and prayed that Alex would be pleased with her when she finished pleasing him.

I need to come, she panted, caught in her own mind. She dove down the length of Alex's shaft, not flinching as the spongy head of his phallus bumped the back of her mouth. I need it so bad right now. Holy Mother,

I've never been so horny! That woman...angel...succubus...whatever she is, she drives me crazy. I wanted to lay on the floor and spread my legs for her, right in front of my master and the senora and everyone!

“You're doing well," her master whispered. Suddenly she felt the cold press of metal against her right thigh. She froze in sudden fear. For the first time since she and Alex became lovers, she seriously considered using her safe word.

“Shhh,” he said, as if he were reading her mind.

“Don't be afraid, mi novia. I just wanted to make things easy for us.”

She heard a faint snip, and realized Alex had taken the small pair of sewing scissors off her nightstand. As she slowly resumed giving him head, he snipped away at the legs of her shorts. In a few minutes the garment was reduced to tatters, and he could remove it without having her stop what she was doing.

But the removal of her shorts only resulted in an increase of temptation. Her discipline wavered as Alex tauntingly blew a stream of warm air across her trembling thighs. God, it was maddening. His hot, loving mouth, so skilled, was only inches away from her fiery cleft.