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  “Raaaaa!” Julian roared, throwing back his head and gripping her waist even tighter. He spanked her firm rear with each piston pump of his glistening red manhood. He stretched her delicate folds wide and pounded into her, relentless and intense, until Sara was wailing with pleasure. Her anus clenched with each spasm and Julian took, spitting upon his finger to slop the saliva into her crack and over her divot. Sara was in the throes of ecstasy and could offer no resistance other than her tight pucker as he drove two fingers up her arse.

  “Ohhhhh in my bum as well! A bit… OH! Cheeky!” She gasped as he fucked her twitching holes with his fingers and his cock at the same time. “Julian, you’re so rough!”

  He growled and leaned into her, pummeling her arse and pounding his cock into her pussy. He drove another orgasm into her on the edge of the first and savagely kissed her neck and bit at her shoulder. She cried out in pain and he released her, but only for a moment. He rolled her onto her back and climbed atop her, pushing her feet up almost to his shoulder and slamming his cock deep into her pussy.

  “God, I’m so wet,” she cried, which was fortunate because at Julian’s relentless pace she needed all the lube she could get. It began to trickle out of her quim with each squelching thrust of his cock and slicked her arsehole and his thumping bollocks.

  He made her cum again, kissing her lips and roughly fondling her swaying tits. He grunted and growled against her lips, more animal than man, his cock seeming so warm inside her it felt as if she might melt. She realized that she had to do something. The magic of the ring was working, but without any release Julian might go on until his heart stopped.

  “That’s enough,” she gasped.

  “Grrrrr!” Julian held her ankles up near her shoulders, her body bent and his cock relentless inside her.

  She tried to push him away, but he was ferociously strong and his impressive, tanned body was seemingly enhanced since the last time she saw it by the pool in Monte Carlo. She managed to twist her legs out of his grasp and kicked his side, rolling him off of her just as she was about to cum again. She flipped over and tried to crawl away and he grabbed her and pulled her back towards him. Her lovely bum collided with his huge cock and he smacked and slid up her crack, his slick length tickling over her arsehole.

  “Oh, no, you naughty bastard,” she laughed, but there was an edge of fear in her tone. “That’s enough of that, Julian! Snap out of—AH!”

  His huge cock skewered her tender arsehole and sent a shock of pain through her body. He stretched her sensitive ring around his cock and slammed deep inside her and pressed her forcefully down flat onto the bed. Her pain yielded to a deep, tingling pleasure and the friction of her clit against his silk sheets turned that tingling into a throbbing ecstasy.

  “Oh my god,” she wailed. “Julian! Ohhhhhh your damned cock is too AHHHH!”

  She was wracked by the most intense orgasm yet. He cupped her chin with both his hands and arched her body, forcing her to bend and slamming every centimeter of his throbbing cock up her fluttering arsehole. Sara could hardly believe the force of her pleasure. She felt sure her clenching arse would finally make him cum, but he thrust right through her orgasm and continued to pound her.

  I have to do something or my heart might give out, she thought, concern giving way to fear.

  She slid a hand beneath her body, towards her dripping cunt. His weight atop her nearly pinned her arm, but she managed to reach her thigh and curl her hand between her legs and feel his swinging bollocks. She gently teased them with her fingertips and her nails and he let out groans of pleasure. It did not slow the relentless arsefucking he was giving her.

  “That’s right,” she gasped. “Feels nice? How about… THIS!”

  She grabbed his bollocks and squeezed hard. He let out a cry and flopped off of her, his cock leaving her stretched pucker gaping. He roared with pain and glared at her accusingly, his red cock twitching with need and his eyes wide and wild.

  “Sorry about that, love,” she said. “Had to do something. Let me make it up to you.”

  He flinched as she crawled towards him, but she steadied him with a hand on his washboard abs. She began to lick his cock, tasting her own nectar and the faint bitterness of her arse. She took him into her mouth, looking up at him as she stretched her lips around him and descended onto his throbbing shaft. He began to fuck her mouth, but a strong grip at his root held him from gagging her.

  “Ggrrrrrrrr!” He roared, trying to pump past her fist. She felt the ring around his cock, hot beneath her touch. Despite her best efforts to restrain him, Julian began to thrust past her grasp and gag her. Sara’s eyes watered as his cock battered against her throat. She managed to get her spit all over his cock and, finally surrendering to a rough throatfucking, she tried to grip the ring with her thumb and fingertips. She pulled it up his shaft between throat-stretching, eye-watering strokes of his huge cock into her throat. Finally, she grabbed a good hold of the hot metal band and slid it into her mouth.

  Sara had just enough time to pull back and spit the ring out as Julian, suddenly freed of its constraint, let out a hoarse cry of pleasure and began to cum. She was struck in the face by the first hot pump of his load, a massive splatter that covered her cheeks and nose and eyes in spunk. She managed to catch his tip in her mouth and took pulse after hot pulse of his salty seed into her mouth. It overflowed her lips and she sucked, draining his twitching bollocks and swallowing more than her share of his thick cum.

  He finally collapsed back on the bed, his chest rising and falling with his labored breathing and his face red with exertion. Sara wiped her eyes and looked at him, cum dripping from her chin onto her spunk-glazed tits.

  “It nearly killed me,” he said and broke out into a grin. “It nearly killed us both.”

  “Seems to store all of your cum up for that one big orgasm when the ring comes off,” she laughed. “Only problem is you need someone like me around to take the ring off.”

  “Pleasure slaves,” he said. “That was how they did it before. Trained to… oh, god, I’m sorry, Sara. I was rough with you.”

  “Yeah?” She climbed atop him, smearing his cum all over his sweaty body. She kissed him, heedless of him tasting his spunk, and she laughed. “Maybe I like it rough.”

  He reached around her and squeezed her peachy bum in both hands. Despite nearly needing IV fluids after all his sweating and cumming, Julian could not deny the lovely blonde.

  “Let’s try again,” he said.

  “Alright, love,” she said, “but if it kills you, I get the helicopter.”

  Her mouth descended onto his cock, stiffening his manhood as she began to slip the ring once more over his tip. Hours later, as Sara sprawled with Julian on the rug beside the fire, her head cradled against his shoulder as he held the ring up to the light.

  “I suppose you get to keep it,” she said.

  “Another proposition then,” he said, taking it from her. “Find a way to beat it and I will let you have it for your Institute.”

  “Is that a challenge?” She looked up at him.

  “Anything to get you back in my bed,” he said. He his fingers over her puffy nipple and made it stiffen. She batted his hand away.

  “It might just be worth my effort,” she chuckled and teased his cockhead with her fingertip. After hours of fucking, it did not stir again. She rolled off of him and clambered to her feet, standing naked above him in the firelight. “Very well, Julian. I accept your challenge. And your four million dollars.”

  She held out a hand and helped him to his feet. She left his alpine retreat with new purpose and four million dollars richer. Julian had been right of course, the money was almost meaningless to her, but it was the principle.

  Chambers House

  North of London

  Rain rattled against the mullioned windows of the old stone manor. Lightning flashed in the storm clouds scudding over the expansive grounds and cast long shadows down into the echoing training room.

  “Again,” said Sara, her blonde hair back in a braided tail and her face dewed with sweat. She bounced up and down on the balls of her bare feet and her squeezed breasts hardly moved in the compression top she wore. Her forearms ached from the kendo stick, but she was not ready to stop.

  “You sure?” Megan Nakamura, dark-haired, freckled, and lithe in her own workout gear, stood across from Sara with the kendo stick held low. “I think maybe you’ve had enough for today.”

  “You’ll know when I’ve had enough when I’m mad at you,” said Sara, flashing a smile. She bounced up and down again and motioned for Megan to renew her attack.

  Megan assumed a fighting position with her Kendo stick held upright. Sara raised her guard. Thunder rumbled and lightning flashed. Megan launched her assault with a series of rapid overhead strikes, the stick high and coming down fast on Sara again and again. Sara blocked twice, taking the stick on her aching forearms before dodging the third. She kicked on the fourth, knocking the stick aside, and swept Megan’s legs before she could steady herself.

  Megan landed hard on her butt on the practice mat and Sara followed up with a leap at put her atop Mega. She straddled Megan’s chest and cocked her taped fist back to deliver a punch. Megan winced and that was enough for Sara to relax her fist.

  “How is it,” began Megan as Sara rolled off of her and gave her a hand up, “that I end up out of breath and tired and you’re the one that is supposed to be getting the workout?”

  “I don’t have to swing that heavy stick around,” said Sara, a mischievous grin on her face. “Still think I’ve had enough for today?”

  “Once more,” said Megan and she tossed the kendo stick aside. “No weapons. First to tap out.”

  “It’s going to be you,” said Sara, assuming
a loose Muay Thai stance.

  Megan taped up her hands and returned to the practice mats. She assumed a confident one-foot Judo stance and gave Sara a cocky smile.

  “Alright then,” she said. “Come and make me submit.”

  “My pleasure,” said Sara.

  She winked and launched her first kick in the same instant, dividing Megan’s attention. Megan was familiar with Sara’s flirt-fighting technique and hopped back out of reach of Sara’s kick. She almost followed up, but saw Sara’s right hand ready for a quick strike. Sara attempted another kick and Megan preempted her with a series of three strikes that drove Sara back and nearly to the ground. She tasted blood.

  “Well done,” said Sara, wiping her hand on her lip. “First to you then. Last to me.”

  Sara went on the attack, practically leaping into Megan and shrugging off blows to her shoulders and back. Sara drove hard into Megan’s solar plexus and rode her down to the mat. They doubled up, twisting and grappling for a hold. Sara, on top, had the advantage. She used one knee to limit Megan’s leg movements and pinned one of Megan’s arms to the mat. Megan drove repeated short jabs into Sara’s ribs and side, but Sara had spent years toughening up sparring. Megan just didn’t have to room to do any damage with her punches.

  Sara twisted Megan’s arm behind her back and rolled Megan onto her knees. Sara kept her body over the slender woman, pushing down heavily to keep her from wriggling loose. She felt the heat of their bodies melding together and smelled the sweat and shampoo in Megan’s hair.

  “Are you going to make me break your wrist?” Sara asked with a hint of acid in her voice.

  “N-no,” said Megan, still struggling. “Are you going to make me bust your… l-lip again?”

  “No thanks,” said Sara, pressing against Megan’s back and leaning her lips to Megan’s left ear. “But I’ll have you kiss it and make it better.”

  Sara twisted Megan’s arm a little higher and Megan yelped with pain.

  “A-alright,” she gasped. “Alright, I yield.”

  Sara released her grip on Megan’s arm immediately, but kept her weight atop Megan’s back. She pressed her lips to Megan’s ear and whispered hotly, “You know what the loser has to do?”

  “Yes,” hissed Megan.

  “Good,” said Sara, lifting her breasts from Megan’s back and rising to her feet. Megan rolled over and looked up at Sara for a moment, a little bit of anger in her golden eyes.

  “That really hurt,” said Megan.

  Sara thrust a hand down to help her up. “I thought you like to play rough,” said Sara as she pulled Megan to her feet.

  Lightning crashed again and the rains intensified. The lights flickered, but power held.

  “I need a shower,” said Sara, grinning wildly. She ran for the exit from the training room.

  “Oh, you crazy bitch,” said Megan with a shake of her head and followed after her.

  They emerged from the 16th century stone manor house and into the rain-swept garden. Warm summer rain pounded their bodies, soaking their hair and workout clothes in seconds. Lightning flashed ominously and thunder rippled through the darkness that followed.

  “This is mad!” Shouted Megan over the drum of the rain. She reached out to Sara to try to pull her back towards the manor. “Are you trying to get us killed?”

  “I thought you wanted to come along on my next outing,” said Sara, dancing out of Megan’s grasp and deeper into the garden. “And you’re afraid of a little rain?”

  Sara ran into the garden and Megan chased after her.

  “Not the rain that will fry your…” Megan’s voice trailed off as she rounded the hedges and found the path empty. She ran to the fountain at the end of the path. There was no sign of Sara. She called out, “Sara?! Where did you go?!”

  Arms seemed to materialize from a nearby hedge and pulled Megan through the scratching branches. She fell out the other side and into Sara’s arms. The beautiful treasure hunter pulled her into a small shed, the rain a loud rattle on the wooden roof. The smell of dust, machine oil, and gardening chemicals filled the air. Lightning flashed again and the two women pressed together in the tight space.

  “I’m a bit wet,” laughed Sara, looking down at her workout clothes, clinging even tighter now that they were soaked. Her nipples stood out beneath the dark top.

  “A bit,” agreed Megan, catching her breath and grinning back at Sara. “Suppose we should get out of these wet clothes.”

  They kissed passionately as their hands struggled with their waterlogged clothes. Megan’s top peeled off first, her pale brown skin revealed and the small brown pebbles of her nipples hard beneath Sara’s touch. She moaned against Sara’s lips and Sara thrust her tongue into Megan’s gasping mouth.

  Sara thrust her hand down the front of Megan’s workout pants and felt the hot curve of Megan’s pussy beneath her fingers. Megan managed to work both of her hands under Sara’s wet top and began to fondle and squeeze Sara’s soft breasts. Sara’s fingers traced Megan’s slick folds and parted her petals with two fingers. Sara pushed her fingers into Megan’s hot cunt as Megan began to pluck and pinch at Sara’s sensitive nipples.

  “Oh, naughty girl,” gasped Sara. She pulled her top up over her breasts, freeing her soft mounds. She moaned, “Suck them.”

  Megan eagerly complied, burying her face against Sara’s cleavage, kissing and caressing Sara’s breasts, and finally licking her way to one of Sara’s erect nipples. Sara moaned and began to fuck Megan with her fingers as Megan began to suck. Sara leaned her head back against one of the shelves in the small shed, savoring the hot suction of her beautiful training buddy’s mouth. Megan looked up at Sara from Sara’s creamy tits, lust glimmering in her golden eyes and her hips beginning to move as she fucked against Sara’s fingers.

  “Oh, you’re nice and eager,” laughed Sara. She kept fingering Megan’s tight cunt and used her other hand to peel Megan’s workout pants down from her firm bottom. Once it was exposed, Sara gave it a good smack and a squeeze, eliciting a cry from Megan against Sara’s tender nipple.

  “No being rough,” pouted Megan. “I yielded, remember?”

  “That’s right,” laughed Sara. “I remember that I won. That means you get on your knees first.”

  Megan felt Sara’s fingers slide out of her pussy and let out a sigh of disappointment. She continued to pout as she slid down to her knees. Sara slid her workout pants down, revealing her waxed pussy and her pink flower. Sara leaned her shoulders back and reached a hand down to spread her cunt open. Megan looked up again, past Sara’s ample breasts and into Sara’s brown eyes. The dark haired beauty leaned forward and began to lick.

  “Thaaaat’s it,” hissed Sara as Megan’s tongue found her button. “Oh, you remember how to do it.”

  Megan did indeed. She often lost to Sara and had a great deal of practice rewarding her friend and employer for her fair wins. Sometimes, she even let Sara win, Megan admitted to herself as she licked Sara’s sweet pussy and throbbing clit. The dark-haired young trainer began to fuck herself with three fingers in her tight cunt as she licked and sucked Sara’s sweet pussy.

  “Mmmmmmm,” moaned Megan and the sound of her lust vibrated up into Sara’s hot quim.

  “Oh, yes,” cried Sara, rocking her hips and grinding her clit against Megan’s tongue. She held Megan’s head with one hand and clung onto one of the beams of the wooden shed with the other. She rocked her hips and fucked against Megan’s face, her pleasure seeming to rise with the growing rattle of the rain on the shed’s roof.

  As Sara’s pleasure mounted, she almost climbed atop Megan’s face, pulling the dark-haired beauty roughly against her pussy and grinding hard against her lips and tongue. Megan was game and did not relent in her licking and sucking. In fact, she reached one hand around to squeeze Sara’s bum and teased her crack with her fingers.

  “Careful, love,” panted Sara. “Or I’ll have you licking me there as well.”

  Megan pulled her lips from Sara’s clit, Sara’s juices all over her lips and chin, and said, “Make me. Please.”

  Sara laughed with delight, stepping back just enough to turn around and thrust her peachy bum into Megan’s face. Megan fucked herself harder with her fingers, kissing and moaning against the firm roundness of Sara’s ass. Sara reached back and pulled Megan’s head roughly against her ass.