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  His hand was between her legs again, feeling her through her jeans, and she bucked up against his hand. He pressed his thumb firmly against her clit and she wondered if she might come through her jeans. If he kept rubbing her that way she was going to...

  "You'll orgasm once." He was still gazing directly into her eyes and she squirmed under his stare, but didn't look away.

  "Then I'm going to fuck you, nice and slow, and I want to feel you come again around my cock, do you understand? I want to feel you throb around me."

  She wished she didn't have to be quiet, the thought of being interrupted by partygoers from downstairs making her arousal that much sharper... "Yes."

  "That's good." His tongue flicked out and lapped at her upper lip, and she gasped again. "After that second time I'm going to fuck you faster. You're going to keep quiet for me, you're going to let me do whatever I want. You know you're going to like it, don't you."

  "Yes," she whispered.

  "Excellent." He kissed her again, and while she eagerly tasted his mouth, his hands were at her hips, working on her jeans, unbuttoning, tugging down the fly, pulling both jeans and panties down. She started to kick them off and he murmured against her mouth, "You leave them around your ankles." She obeyed.

  He rose, stepped off the bed, surveyed her body, nude, shirt and bra around her wrists, jeans and panties around her ankles, and she could see the bulge in his jeans, see his own eagerness.

  "We haven't begun yet and I know I want to do this with you again," he murmured. "Someplace more private. When I can hear you scream, and nobody else can."

  She squirmed against the bed, feeling soft cotton under her and cool night air over her, and near-embarrassing dampness between her legs.

  He unbuttoned his jeans, drew the fly down, and she watched him intently. His erection sprang free and bobbed toward her. She could see a silvery line of pre-cum trail from the tip of his cock to his jeans. He was big, thick, veined, with a fat smooth mushroom head. She wanted to draw her tongue over his slit and taste him.

  He stepped out of his jeans and moved toward her at the head of the bed. He knelt and crawled closer to her. She licked her lips.

  He dropped one hand to his shaft and stroked it slowly. "You want this in your mouth?"

  She swallowed and nodded.

  He positioned his legs over her head, pushed his tip between her lips, stared down at her. She closed her eyes and suckled him. He tasted salty and sweet, the skin velvet-smooth and hot under her tongue. She opened her mouth wider, took in a few more inches, swirled her tongue around him.

  He swung his leg around so he was straddling her head, knees on either side of her ears as he positioned himself to 69, and she could feel him kissing his way down her body.

  A moment later she felt his tongue lapping at her exposed swollen clit and she cried out around his cock. He pushed himself deeper in her mouth. "Quiet," he laughed, then went back to licking her.

  She writhed under his mouth and desperately sucked at him. His tongue lapped at her clit, at her swollen labia, and then his fingers were trailing over her warm flesh, drawing small circles around her opening, dipping into her...

  She cried out again around the erection filling her mouth, and her hips jerked against William's face with her first orgasm. He eagerly lapped at the gush of wetness.

  "That's good," he murmured against her thighs. "Very good."

  He drew himself up, let her suck on him for another moment, slowly drew his cock out of her mouth. "I'll let you finish me that way next time," he promised, then bent to kiss her. She could taste her juices on his mouth. "You're delicious," he whispered, then positioned himself parallel to her.

  He turned her easily, his hands enormous on her small body, rolling her onto her belly. He drew her up on her hands and knees, pressed her thighs and knees together, drew her hips up so her ass was pointing up. The cool night air against her exposed opening made her squirm.

  He moved so he was kneeling behind her, held her hips and drew his tongue over her puffy labia, and she groaned.

  "Bite into your shirt," William ordered. She drew her wrists up to her face, settling her teeth around her shirt, obeying without question.

  She felt him move into position behind her and she keened softly with anticipation into the mouthful of fabric.

  He drew the tip of his cock up and down between her pussy lips, coating himself with her moisture. She heard him sigh softly. "You smell so good," he murmured. "You feel so warm."

  He slid his tip in, then out. Slid in an inch deeper, then out. Two inches. Three. She moaned impatiently into her shirt.

  He heard her, chuckled. Abruptly drove himself into her, his hips striking her ass. She gasped, wriggled, tried to make room for him to fit. She felt stretched and full and it was starting to hurt...

  Then he started moving, slow strokes in and out of her, and she moaned again.

  He kept one hand on her hip and slid the other between her legs, found her clit, rubbed in small circles, his fingertips soaked in her wetness.

  She moaned louder and started to buck against him, feeling her second orgasm rush up.

  William gazed down at Catelyn's arched back, her raised ass, his cock sliding in and out of her. She was so tight, so tense, and so very wet... It had clearly been awhile since Aaron had been with her.

  He kept her thighs tight together to increase the friction, kept his fingertips on her clit to bring her orgasm more quickly. The more she enjoyed it the more likely she'd want to do it again, and even as he took pleasure in the moment, he was planning their next encounter.

  "You're very responsive," William observed, deliberately keeping his movements slow and steady. He let her push back against him, let her set the pace, rubbing her clit in leisurely circles.

  He leaned over her back, sliding the hand on her hip up her body, drawing it around to stroke her breasts, keeping his other hand on her clitoris. He moved his lips up her neck, up to her ear. "I want to feel you come around me," he whispered.

  He heard her squeal a little as she orgasmed the second time, nearly on command. "That's good," he said softly. "That's so very good. Good girl." He had to struggle to keep his voice even; the sensation of her pussy contracting and quivering around him was making it hard to think. He wanted to come, so very badly, but he also wanted her thoroughly satisfied.

  He kept her on her hands and knees, kept his hand between her legs, and started to fuck her hard and fast.

  He could hear her moaning into the cloth around her wrists, could feel her trying to edge away from him, knew that it was starting to hurt. He rubbed her little nub more firmly. She stopped struggling and started pushing back against him, and he could hear her keening into her fists.

  He kept his hand on her clitoris, rubbing hard, and he felt her third orgasm begin, the first quivering twitches in her stomach and hips and around his cock. He kept up the quickened pace, feeling his balls slap against her clit and his hand. He sighed. "Good girl. That's good. Very good."

  "Keep... keep going..." she gasped, then bit back down on the shirt.

  He pounded harder into her and she cried out into the shirt. The music downstairs was thumping through the floor. He knew nobody could hear her, but he'd have to punish her for the noise nonetheless...

  Her third orgasm throbbed around him, almost painful, almost too much, and he could hear her moaning into the cloth around her wrists, and he kept pumping, a punishing pace, fingers on her clit, other hand clamped on her hip and keeping her steady, "Fuck..." he groaned, "You feel amazing..."

  Her orgasm peaked and he could feel her start to twist away from his fingers, and he let off the pressure on her clit, felt her start to relax, oh thank God...

  William cried out a little as he came, his thighs and hips stiffening sharply, both his hands clenching on her hips, keeping her in place as he emptied himself into her. Distantly he heard her sigh as he came, felt her body slump into the bed.

  He held her in place for anot
her moment, then reluctantly slid free of her. The cool air of the room on his heated cock came as a surprise, not unpleasant.

  William leaned down on the bed, facing Catelyn. She'd curled up a little on her side, modestly trying to cover her breasts and thighs, her hands and feet still bound with her clothes and his sweater. Her hair was mussed. Eyeliner was smeared around her eyes; she'd cried a little. Her lipstick was all but gone, her mouth still stained pink with the memory of it. Her skin was smooth, arms and legs sunburnt, torso pale by comparison, and the bruises would show up soon enough, his fingerprints on her hips. He'd handled her roughly.

  He wondered if he could go for another round. Looking at her, so clearly and thoroughly debauched and used, was making him hard again. This time he wanted to watch her face while they did it. He wanted to see how she'd look with his come on her face. With Aaron's come on her face. He wanted to watch her suck off her husband while he fucked her from behind.

  The sounds of the party below were winding down. No time for anything more just now. But soon.

  He kept his eyes on her. Catelyn's eyes were shut. William grabbed his phone with a quick movement, lightly tossed it onto his jeans on the floor. Then he got up off the bed.

  "Clean yourself up," he said briskly. "We need to get back."

  William nonchalantly tugged up his jeans, slipping his phone in his pocket. He reached for her wrists. She raised them obediently and the sight of her, kneeling on the bed, face and hair a glorious mess, hands raised in near-supplication, made him want to push her back, shove open her legs, and bang her again, this time letting her scream.

  Instead he unwound his sweater from her wrists, shook it out, and pulled it over his head. She slowly replaced her bra, clasped it, started to button up her shirt.

  "There's a bathroom at the end of the hall," William said. "Check yourself over before you come down."

  She nodded, not looking at him.

  "Call me in a few days."

  He turned and left the room, shutting the door behind him.

  William confidently trotted down the stairs. They'd been gone about 45 minutes. The makeup and effects crew were still dancing in the middle of the room. He could see through the living room windows that the producers and the friends of the film had gone outside, to the porch, probably to smoke. Music thumped and laughter and chatter swirled through the room.

  He looked around. Olivia and Aaron were gone. He wondered where Olivia had taken him. Possibly to their van. They had a comfy mattress back there, and some blankets, and the night was mild for late October.

  A moment later Catelyn appeared at his elbow. She'd smoothed her hair, fixed her eye makeup. Her lips still looked puffy and swollen and pink, and it was hard to not take her chin and kiss her again.

  "Hey there," he said casually.

  She could hardly look at him.

  "Now now. You had fun, didn't you?" He turned to her, and against his intentions to play it cool, he took her chin between his thumb and forefinger and gently tilted her head up to look at him. "I know you did," he whispered.

  She blushed deeply. "You... you know I did," she stuttered.

  He grinned. "You're so cute when you're nervous."

  She gulped and he wondered if he'd made a miscalculation.

  She was pretty, that was the first thing he'd noticed about her. Married, and as far as he could tell, happily so. That was the second. During the shoot she'd proven to be very good at her job, which increased her attractiveness.

  He'd talked her over with his wife Olivia. Catelyn had seemed like a safe bet to add to his extracurricular activities: stable, sane, married, safe, unlikely to affect his marriage. William had introduced Olivia to Catelyn's husband Aaron and Olivia had found a mutual attraction there as well, and thus the set-up was fair.

  But this... this shy skittishness, this anxiety following her complete surrender to him... it was starting to undo him at the knees...

  "So, relax. You had fun, I had fun. We should enjoy ourselves, yes? Besides, the next shoot's scheduled to start in a week and then we'll both be so busy again that neither of us will have time to breathe."

  She seemed to relax a little at that.

  "You're right, of course."

  He nodded. "Never forget that." He tapped his chest. "William is always right."

  She laughed, and he felt the uncertainty dissipate, felt them become friends again.

  "I think I'm going to call it a night," William said.

  "If I can find Aaron I think I'm going to do the same." The last word half-vanished in an enormous yawn.

  "Let me see if I can find him." William led Catelyn around the staircase to a small ottoman, sat her on it, then gestured for her to remain. "I'll be right back. Stay put."

  She didn't argue. She leaned her head against the wall behind her and nodded.

  William headed outside, past the producers and friends of the film, who were passing around a couple of blunts. One of them raised one in offer to him but he shook his head.

  His van was parked around the corner of the house and he found Olivia and Aaron sitting in it, the back doors open, the two of them dangling their legs over the bumper. They were chatting softly.

  "Hey there."

  Aaron looked at him a little guiltily. William shook a stern finger at Olivia. "Come on now. You told him our deal, yes?"

  Olivia tilted her head at Aaron. "See? I told you. William took your wife upstairs while I brought you out here. Fair is fair so all is well, yes?"

  Aaron shrugged. "I suppose. I mean, if you guys are OK with it..."

  "We are," William said firmly. "Assuming I can see Catelyn again."

  Aaron raised his eyes to William. "She wants to?"

  "I think so. Right now, though, you should take her home."

  Aaron looked at Olivia, and William turned back toward the house. "I'll let her know you're out here," he said as he walked away.

  William found Catelyn where he'd left her. She was sound asleep, snoring softly, a strand of hair in front of her face. With each exhale, the hair floated up a little.

  He considered shaking her awake, then decided instead to slide his arms around her and pick her up, as though she were a sleeping child. She kept sleeping while he carried her over the threshold, past the producers, who saw this and chuckled softly.

  "Our still photographer's all tuckered out," Barnaby laughed.

  "Goodnight everyone," William whispered, and to a chorus of muted "Goodnight"s, he carried Catelyn to her car.

  Aaron unlocked it with his fob when he saw William approach.

  "You could have woken her," he said, opening the passenger door so William could lower her in. "She's kinda heavy."

  "Much heavier than she looks," William agreed. He positioned her carefully, then clicked her seatbelt on for her.

  "You drive safe, alright?"

  Aaron nodded, then looked at William. "I'd like to see Olivia again," he said, and his tone had a hint of a challenge to it.

  William had run into this in the past and he merely nodded. Olivia was devoted to him; he wasn't worried about Aaron whisking her away, and he had no intention of whisking Catelyn away. A lot of newbies to their lifestyle had difficulty grasping this. Aaron would get it eventually.

  "If she would like to see you, you're more than welcome to," William said.

  "She does," Aaron said.

  "I'm glad to hear it. Catelyn knows she's welcome to call me if she likes."

  Aaron looked at his sleeping wife through the car windshield.

  "If you're stepping away from convention, remember that she has just as much right to do the same," William said softly.

  Aaron shook his head. "Of course she does. Of course."

  William stuck out his hand. "It was a pleasure working with you. I look forward to seeing you on set in a week's time."

  Aaron looked at William's hand for the briefest of moments, then extended his own hand and shook William's firmly. "Of course. Drive safe."
/>   "You too."

  The men turned from each other. William walked to his van. Olivia was already inside, in the passenger seat.

  William settled into the driver's seat and turned the key.

  "So," Olivia said.

  "So," William said.

  "Aaron is a nice guy," Olivia said. "Eager to please."

  "Is that so?" William put the van in reverse. Aaron and Catelyn's car was heading down the driveway. He turned the van to follow them.

  "He was so nervous. He really thought I was cheating on you. He had some trouble with the idea."

  William smiled, keeping his eyes on the road. "You had fun?"

  Olivia nodded. "I did. I think I could have a great deal of fun with him. He was very sweet." She paused. "Considerate. Thoughtful. I would like him to be a little rougher next time, and I think he's up for it."

  "That's good."

  "And you? You look... you look quite happy."

  "She was much more submissive than I would have expected." He took the turn to the main highway, going in the opposite direction that Aaron and Catelyn had taken.

  "That's good?"

  William smiled. "We had fun."

  They drove in silence for awhile.

  "So Barnaby and Janet are putting together the same crew for the next film?"

  "Yes. We're very lucky; all of us at the party got hired on for the next one. We've got the week off, then it's back to 12 hour days."

  Olivia sighed. "It's hard, but that week off will help. We'll take a nice break."

  A companionable silence followed. By the time William took the next turn, Olivia had fallen asleep.

  Aaron woke Catelyn once they arrived at the house. She sat up and looked around with confusion.

  "You fell asleep at Barnaby and Janet's," Aaron said.

  "Did you carry me to the car or something?" Catelyn unbuckled herself and stretched. Her muscles felt pleasantly loose and relaxed.

  "William did."

  A hot flush raced over her face at mention of his name. "Oh. That was nice of him."

  "He said you were pretty heavy."