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at the taste, the sounds, the visuals. The
poor girl had been so starved of any kind of affection for so long.
This fit in precisely with Braden’s plans, as he kind of had a
thing for dominance, albeit not too strenuous or, or, rather
degrading…some ideas were a definite turn-off. He liked Heather,
maybe that was the thing. She was sexy as hell and didn’t even
really realize it.
    “ You’re such a horny
bitch.”
    “ I love your
cock.”
    The words, they were so important to
understanding her. Heather was a kind of sexual adrenalin junkie in
her own way. Braden had put some thought into the weekend, trying
to figure out how to pack as much fun as possible for the two of
them into two nights and two days. There wasn’t much available
time. He had to work much of the weekend, attending the display and
at least a small dinner with one or two customers to sort of
justify the expense of the trip. A sale or two would make all the
difference in the world.
    Braden made the mistake of stopping
his train of thought for a moment—it was like thinking about
basketball, and right about then the picture of a very happy and
horny Heather got to him. There was something about that wriggling
pale body and sexy ass, all dressed up in her little costume, the
gasps and moans from Heather. She clearly loved this.
    A sharp, sweet, burning sensation
began to build and build in his cock, especially the
tip.
    “ Good bitch, good
bitch…”
    Heather plunged up and down, gasping
through her nose.
    “ Ah—ah…ahhhhh…!”
    He came in Heather’s mouth, he came in
Heather’s face, and he came all over Heather’s neck and shoulders,
surprised a bit that she could do that to him, but relaxing and
then just letting go, still wary of all those sharp teeth in there.
She held on for dear life. Heather kept pulling him in closer with
pursing lips, jabbing fingernails into his buttocks, mouth greedily
seeking gratification and a kind of sexual vengeance. She needed
the stimulus or something. That was it.
    On trembling knees, finally Braden
managed to pull away.
    “ Whoa.” He stumbled a
bit.
    He unchained Heather, and the pair
fell on the bed, the right-hand one, and Heather reached for the
tissues as Braden held her and gazed into her eyes, eyes on the
prize he thought, and stroking Heather’s tummy.
    “ Gotcha.”
    Braden gave a cleaned-up Heather a
long, thorough kiss.
    “ Yeah…I guess you
did.”
    Heather winked.
    “ I guess you owe me one,
huh?” She smiled in pure evil mischief.
    Heather had some power in the
equation, and enjoyed using it now that she had some sexual
confidence. She knew what she liked and was losing her shyness. A
bond of trust was forming.
    As she had said all those weeks ago in
chat, Heather had always wanted to know what it felt like to be a
real woman, but it was all raw sex so far. To Braden, it was just
another way of saying the same thing, although the notion of being
anything other than what he was didn’t appeal to him for some
reason. It wasn’t his thing, although he had been there a time or
two. Everyone thinks their life might have been different. After
years of self-denial, Heather was blossoming like a sexual
debutante, a strange thought but fitting enough.
    Heather licked a finger tip and marked
up another in the win column on some invisible chalkboard that
hovered only in her imagination, but Braden got the picture and
laughed in spite of his spent state.
    One way or another, things would work
out.
     
     
    Scene Two

     
    As late as it was, Braden’s persistent
erection was enough to prompt another move in their little love
game. He made Heather put a condom on it and then turn around on
the bed again. Braden lubricated his hand, and grasping Heather’s
cunt, he fucked her slowly from behind, stroking her clitoris with
a finger, whispering in her ear, and nibbling and kissing when not
otherwise occupied.
    Heather writhed and panted and twisted
and moaned, until such point that Braden