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up the wooden stairs of the apartment, the eager lust that had
clouded his blue eyes. She couldn’t wait for him to come back and
teach her whatever lessons he had in store that day. With Parker,
it was impossible to tell what was going to happen next. He was a
guarded man who didn’t wear his emotions for the world to see.
Claire had the idea that there was a lot more to him than met the
eye, although what there was of him for the eye to see was
deliciously complex in and of itself.
    With a sudden pang of sadness, Claire
wondered what Parker’s inner life was like. They’d spoken, at some
length, about their lives outside of their affair, but Claire
suddenly felt guilty that she hadn’t asked more about him from the
start. He must have thought she was dreadfully self-involved. She
resolved, in that moment, to find out more about the man behind the
incredible dick as soon as she could.
    As soon as she could turned out to be right
at that moment. From her position on the bed, Claire saw a movement
deep within the shadows of the cavernous room. Even in the dim glow
of the bedside lamp, she could tell that Parker’s impressive figure
was stalking through the shadows toward her. She twisted against
the ropes and sheets, working herself into a tizzy of anticipation.
A strange, Pavlovian response had taken hold of her, of late.
Whenever she knew that Parker was near, she could not help growing
wetter than a dew-soaked lawn. Knowing he was in the room, she felt
her pussy grow hot and moist. She hoped that she wouldn’t leave a
mark on the sheets... but then again, perhaps she’d get a nice
spanking if she did.
    From the heavy darkness at the edge of the
room, Parker emerged before her, towering at the foot of the
four-post bed on which she lay naked, spread eagle, wet at the very
thought of him. He feasted his eyes on her nude body—the sumptuous
peaks of her enormous breasts, her full waist, the ass that you
could just sink your teeth right into (and boy had he ever). Claire
started at him, craning her neck to see over the mounds of her
heavy breasts. Her legs were spread far apart, the lips of her
pussy wide open for him to see. There was nothing protecting her
from him, she was completely at his mercy, and that was exactly the
way they both liked it.
    “Hello, dear,” Parker said lightly. He was
wearing a soft, luscious bathrobe and grinning that lopsided,
irresistible grin that Claire had come to adore. She felt her head
begin to swim and he loosened the belt of the robe, unleashing his
naked, bristling body from its cotton-soft sheath. She watched as
the garment fell away first from his shoulders, then his torso, and
finally free of his hips. To her delight, he was already rock solid
down there. His dick stood straight at attention, pulsing with
desire for her. He was the largest man she had ever seen, and it
was still a feat for her to be able to take all of his gigantic
dick inside her. Still, she was committed to the task, and welcomed
the challenge. The payoff, in this case, was far worth the
effort.
    Parker rested a hand against the footboard,
smiling across the expanse of silken sheets at his young mistress.
“You look as though you could use some help,” he teased, “Like one
of those maidens tied to the railroad tracks in the old silent
films.”
    “Well,” Claire said, “If they enjoyed being
bound half as much as I do, I think that those would be very
different sorts of films, in the end.”
    Parker chuckled appreciatively. They were
always able to make each other laugh with their quick wits and
banter. Another unexpected pang of guilt struck Claire in the gut.
What was going on? Why did she all of a sudden feel so attached to
her master of fuckery? She knew the score, that they were just
having wild, passionate sex without any strings attached. By why
was that suddenly not enough for her? Claire started long and hard
at Parker, and was surprised as his expression began to change as
well.
    “What