I saw her. How could I not? She stood almost a head taller than every other woman in the large meeting room at the Salt Lake City Hyatt Regency, and inches taller than most of the men.

I also couldn't miss the looks that she kept trying to surreptitiously shoot at me during the breaks in her conversation with one of the other attendees. I sensed that she was waiting for an opportunity to speak with me, but so were dozens of other attendees who had sat through my presentation.

I was currently sandwiched between the mayor of Bountiful and the mayor of Orem as each tried to outdo the other with their descriptions of the tax incentives available within their respective cities to encourage development.

My morning presentation focused on the pitfalls associated with cities and counties imposing exorbitant impact fees on developers and how statistics showed these fees could be detrimental to an area's growth. These two mayors were trying to explain how the tax incentives their cities could offer a developer would outweigh any impact fees imposed by the counties they were in.

Handing each of the mayors one of my business cards, I said, "Excuse me gentlemen, but the break is about to end and I need to use the restroom before it does. Feel free to e-mail me your proposals. I'll discuss them with my partners and we'll get back to you."

I quickly walked away from the two mayors and left the meeting room in search of the restrooms. One of the challenges with being a presenter at these continuing education seminars for realtors is that so many of the attendees want to bend your ear, so finding peace while taking a bio break wasn't assured. Fortunately, this time I was able to take care of my business and escape the restroom without being accosted.

Technically, since my presentation was complete, there was no reason that I had to return to the meeting room where the seminar would be continuing for several more hours. While most of the remaining presentations held no interest for me, I didn't want to waste the opportunity to network with people familiar with the real estate market in the Salt Lake City area and the surrounding mountain resorts.

My company's plans for the development of a high-end all-year resort along the eastern slopes of Mt. Timpanogos, between Wildwood and Sundance hadn't been announced yet, but that project was the reason that I had made myself available to speak at this seminar. I served as the project manager for all of our developments while my partners back in Los Angeles focused on finding investors to keep the necessary funding streams flowing.

When I reentered the meeting room, I headed for the refreshment table to grab a bottle of water. I saw several people watching me, which wasn't surprising. While it isn't as obvious in the larger cities in Utah or in tourist locations such as Park City, it was still common for a person to be judged by whether or not they followed the "Word of Wisdom" as it related to their diet, which included what they chose to drink. If I selected coffee, that would have indicated to everyone watching that I was not Mormon.

Not being a member of the LDS church wouldn't necessarily preclude any development plans we might have, but it could influence the attitudes of some of the more devout Mormons and limit their cooperation when I might need it. With over seventy percent of Utah's population being Mormon, it was better to keep them guessing.

I took a seat near the back of the room and had just started checking e-mails on my phone when the next presenter stepped to the podium. It was the tall blonde beauty that had been watching me earlier. There was something familiar about her, and while she introduced herself and began her presentation, I tried to recall where I might have seen her before. I didn't recognize her name, Addison Lopez, but I was certain that I had seen her somewhere else recently.

She stated to the audience that she was a realtor with one of the local Century 21 brokers and had achieved several accolades for her residential and commercial real estate success. She attributed her success to the websites that she would create to showcase the properties. Her presentation would share some of her tips on what constituted a well-designed web page for properties of all types.

The people sitting in front of me obstructed my view of her below the waist, but what I could see of her top half convinced me that she was a stunning woman. Silky blonde hair down to the middle of her back, lively brown eyes, a perfectly proportioned straight nose, and a mouth that held a perpetual smile. She had a flawless complexion and the poise of a dancer.

It was the blush of her cheeks that allowed my memory to click on where I had seen her before. Her makeup hid it well, but there remained the faintest line of slightly sunburned cheeks under where her ski goggles would have been. The same ski goggles that had been perched on her forehead last Saturday when I had seen her at the Brighton Resort.

She had been chaperoning a small group of teenagers on a snowshoe hike and was trying to corral them in front of the lodge for the trip back into town. She was having no trouble with any of the boys, who admired her with doe eyes, but the girls in the group kept running into the gift shop to buy souvenirs. I sat at a window seat in the pub across the street trying not to laugh at her obvious frustration.

She looked exhausted by the time the van which was their ride finally arrived. As she ushered the last wayward girl into the van, she looked directly at me sitting behind the window across the street, and smiled, almost as if in recognition.

With the riddle of where I had previously seen her solved, I returned to checking e-mails and paid little attention to her presentation. I didn't realize that she had finished until people started shuffling out of their seats for the lunch break. I slid my phone into my pocket and picked up my computer bag in preparation to leave.

"Morgan Pierce..."

I glanced up at the sound of my name and recognized Addison Lopez standing in the aisle beside my seat. Meeting her eyes for the first time, I felt only what I could describe as "inspired". Her eyes held a myriad of signals within their sparkling brown depth. Curiosity, fear, and excitement were on the surface, but determination, strength, and confidence lingered there as well.

I wasn't surprised by her knowing my name since I had introduced myself to all the attendees at the beginning of my presentation. I extended my hand and said, "Yes, and you are Addison Lopez if I'm not mistaken."

Nodding her head, she asked, "Excuse me, but would you mind retrieving my computer bag from underneath the seat next to yours? I left it there during my presentation."

"Here you go," I said to her after retrieving the bag. "Is there anything else you need?"

She gave me a playful smile and said, "Maybe you can confirm the rumor that Pierce County, Washington is named after you in recognition of all the accolades and awards bestowed upon you before you left for college. Three-year all-state in football, basketball, and baseball; leading the Glacier Grizzlies to the state football championship in your junior and senior years..."

"I seem to be at a disadvantage, Ms. Lopez..."

Again, she hit me with a smile that outshined all others I had ever seen, "Oh, Mr. Pierce, I seriously doubt that you are ever in a disadvantageous position. Would you like to have lunch with me so I can explain my knowledge of your heroics in high school and your meteoric success in every endeavor since then?"

I was fascinated by her quiet manner, soft speech, and the contradiction represented by the "fire" I saw in her eyes. I laughed and said, "I am feeling extremely disadvantaged by that charm of yours."

She laughed in return and said, "Any such advantage would be short-lived. My 'charm' is pretty limited."

"Beautiful, charming, and self-effacing," I said as I stood and shouldered my computer bag. "Please call me Morgan. Where would you recommend for lunch?"

Now that I was standing, I saw that my six-foot-one-inch height brought me almost eye-to-eye with her. I glanced down and saw that she had three-inch heels on her feet. I calculated that she was probably five-foot-eight or maybe a little taller in her bare feet. I didn't want to embarrass her, or myself, so I let my observation slide.

Addison smiled at me and said, "And you, please call me Addie. Most of the participants in this seminar will be heading to the restaurant off the lobby for lunch. There's a great Mexican place called 'Chili Tepin' a few blocks from here that will be far less crowded. How does that sound?"

"Hey, I'm a SoCal guy," I chuckled. "We eat Mexican food for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Lead the way."

During our lunch, I made no attempt to pick her up or hit on her. In fact, she was the one who kept the conversation going by explaining how she was as familiar with me as she claimed. I learned that she had been a freshman at Glacier High School during my senior year there. We didn't have any classes together, and Allie insisted that we had never met at school or anywhere else until today.

She explained, "Oh, I definitely had a crush on you, just like every other girl at the school. You have no idea how many hearts you broke when you decided to accept the scholarship to play football for UCLA instead of U-Dub."

"I wanted to experience sunshine for once in my life," I admitted with a smile. "I noticed that you eventually decided to bail on the weather there too."

"True," she said, "I chose Brigham Young University, but it wasn't due to a desire to get away from the rainy weather at home. I converted to the Church of Jesus Christ when I was seventeen, so BYU best fit my lifestyle and educational objectives at that time. I remained here in Salt Lake City to fulfill my missionary term and I have just never felt compelled to leave."

I nodded, "I understand that if you are a Mormon, the Salt Lake City area can be a very supportive place to live."

"That's true of almost any place in Utah," Allie confirmed. "And, I suppose that Southern California is more supportive of a young man who wanted to become a world-famous model and television actor while attending college and breaking all sorts of records on the football field."

I chuckled and said, "Neither the modeling nor the acting careers were planned by me. A few of the guys on the football team were asked to model for some promotional team images. That morphed into the calendar shoot, and that landed me on the radar of some advertising guys who were looking for new faces to represent some of their clients..."

"Calvin Klein, Ralph Lauren, J. Crew, Tommy Hilfiger, and virtually every brand of men's clothing sold on Rodeo Drive," stated Allie with admiration obvious in her tone. "You were the Christie Brinkley of male models. Your face, and body, were everywhere!"

I shrugged, "It gave me something to do after football season. I turned down a lot of offers from brands that required international travel while classes were in session. Then when I got the role on that soap opera, I gave up modeling all together."

"I have to tell you, that calendar that you were in was the best birthday present that any sixteen-year-old girl could have ever received. My siblings teased me that you chose to be placed on October's calendar page because you knew that my birthday is October 1^st. If I still had it, I would ask you to autograph it for me."

I smirked and said, "I would think that the church leadership didn't condone its young female members of the flock possessing beefcake calendars and especially not ones that were autographed."

"I wasn't a member of the flock, as you call it when I had the calendar," Allie stated. "I didn't convert until I was seventeen. However, what the church leaders do and do not condone is a matter that I am struggling with still."

I decided to change the subject, so I asked, "Was the fact that you recognized me why you smiled at me when you were at the Brighton Resort?"

Addie nodded, "I never expected to see you again after your left for college, in person anyway, and now I've run into you twice in the same week."

I checked the time. "Don't you have to get back for the rest of the seminar? The organizer said that attendance at the entire session was required in order for attendees to receive the CI credit."

"No, I was just one of the presenters today, so I am free to leave at any time. What about you? Are you going to go back and sit through the rest of the presentations?"

"Don't tell my partners," I lowered my voice and said in a conspiratorial tone, "but I was thinking that since it's Friday, I would cut out early and go see a movie."

Addie lowered her voice to a near whisper and asked, "What movie were you thinking of seeing?"

I leaned across the table and whispered into her ear, "Either the new James Bond movie or that movie based upon the old television series, 'Man From UNCLE'."

When I leaned back and looked at her face, I could see the blush on Addie's cheeks. I said, "I'm sorry for invading your personal space. I meant no offense."

Addie blushed even more and dropped her eyes to look at her hands. After a few seconds, she said, "No need to apologize. I'm just not accustomed to having a man whispering in my ear and I was surprised at how it affected me. You did nothing wrong. I liked it."

I did some quick calculations in my head. If Addie was a freshman during my senior year of high school, that would probably make her three years younger than me, which meant that if her birthday was October 1^st as she stated, she was likely 26 years old right now. How does a stunning blonde beauty with a killer body live to be 26 and not have any experience with someone whispering in her ear?

I decided to take a chance, "If your afternoon is now free, would either of the movies I mentioned be of interest to you? If not, I'm sure that we could find something else that we would both enjoy?"

Her smile was disarming when she asked, "Well, Morgan Pierce, are you asking me out on a date?"

I laughed and said, "I wouldn't typically classify two people playing hooky from work to catch a movie as a date. If you're in a relationship with someone, they might not appreciate you considering it a date either."

Holding up her left hand and wiggling her fingers, Addie said, "I'm not in a relationship, and if you don't mind, it would do my ego good to consider it a date with the famous Morgan Pierce. I would love to see either of the movies you mentioned, but I would want to leave my computer in my car if that's not too much of a problem."

"Where are you parked?" I asked.

"I'm in the parking structure for the Salt Palace Convention Center."

I shook my head and said, "Cars aren't safe there from what I was told. How about if we detour back through the Hyatt Regency and leave both of our computers in my room there? You can pick it up after the movie and I'll walk you to your car."

"If you're sure that you don't mind..." Addie said.

A cold front must have moved into the basin while we were inside the restaurant because the temperature outside was at least twenty degrees colder than when we had arrived. Seeing Addie shivering in her light jacket, I pulled my leather jacket off and draped it around her shoulders. I watched her bend her head to smell the collar of the jacket as she accepted the warmth it offered. Light snow was falling before we had walked the short block and a half back to the hotel.

On the elevator, Addie said, "I assume that your car is in the underground garage here, and we could park in the covered lot at the mall where the cineplex is located so we wouldn't have to be out in the weather, but maybe we should postpone our 'date'."

"Don't give up so quickly," I said. "Let's check the forecast when we get to my room and decide then."

Nodding, Addie spoke to her feet, almost as if talking to herself, "I don't want this day to end so soon."

I didn't respond but considered what meaning might belie her comment. When the elevator reached the top floor, I lightly squeezed her elbow and escorted her to the door to my suite. I used the keycard to unlock the door and held it for her to enter.

"Oh, wow!" Addie exclaimed the moment her eyes found the floor-to-ceiling glass windows.

I had a suite on the northeast corner of the hotel. The view to the east was of the snow-capped peaks of the Wasatch Range. In the forefront of the northern view rose the Mormon Temple in Downtown Salt Lake City. Both could still be seen through the snow falling outside.

"The temple or the mountains?" I asked as I removed my coat from her shoulders, followed by the strap of her computer bag.

She turned to me, shrugged her shoulders, and said, "It would probably be considered some sort of violation of the church doctrine not to say the temple, but the view of the mountains is what impressed me the most. Thanks for lending me your jacket. I hope you didn't get too cold."

"It was a short walk. I was fine. Have a seat while I try to find a local forecast of the weather on the TV. Would you like something to drink?"

As Addie removed her light jacket and folded it over the back of the couch, she said, "Let's wait to see what the forecast is. I may need to start heading home if the snow is going to get too bad. May I use your restroom while you check?"

I pointed to the door leading to the bedroom and watched her heading in that direction. As I studied her shapely form walking away from me, I evaluated her words and behavior since she had approached me at the seminar. I sensed that there was a comfort and a certain level of trust within Addie related to her knowing who I am, or at least what she thinks I am based on what she knew about me from high school and beyond.

I also sensed that there was an agenda developing within her, but I hadn't yet determined where that might lead. With her being in real estate, everything I was sensing could be the innocent networking style of a real estate agent with a developer in hopes of deriving new business opportunities. But she hadn't mentioned anything business related in our conversations. Yet.

I turned on the TV and searched for a local news channel. Finding one, I took a seat on the couch and waited for a weather report to begin. Addie soon returned, but before taking a seat on the couch, she removed her high heels. When she sat, she curled her knees and pulled her feet up beside her.

"Comfy couch," she observed.

I kept my focus on the television and simply nodded in agreement. Addie turned her head and gazed out at the view once more.

"I hear that on a clear day you can see the snowcapped mountains of Southern California while you're surfing at the beach. Is that true?' she asked.

"It is," I assured her. "There have been days when I would ski Big Bear Mountain in the morning and surf at Huntington Beach in the afternoon. It's best to attempt things like that during the workweek so that the traffic isn't too bad in the middle of the day. Otherwise, you would waste the whole day on the freeway and not get to enjoy either activity."

"There's the weather," Addie said, pointing towards the TV.

We watched together in silence as the weather girl described the high-pressure trough that had forced the cold front farther south than expected and caused it to stall over the Great Basin. While not blizzard conditions, six to ten inches of snow was expected to fall over the eastern edge of the basin and western slopes of the Wasatch Range over the next forty-eight hours.

"At least it's happening over a weekend," Addie observed. "That will help to keep people off the roads."

I turned to her and said, "I don't care about other people. How does it affect you? Do you need to start heading for home? I don't even know where you live or how the trip might be after a few inches of accumulation is on the roads."

Addie chewed on her lower lip for a few seconds before responding. "I drive a vehicle with all-wheel drive and they'll be salting and sanding the roads by now, so me getting home won't be a problem. What may be a problem is the fact that I don't want to go home."

I studied her to see if there might be some body language or other clues to help me understand the meaning of her words. All I saw was innocence in her demeanor and inspiration in her eyes. I needed her to learn who and what I am.

I looked at her for several moments, then took her hands gently into mine. It was like an electric shock passed between us and I suspected that she only half heard me say, "There is something I think you need to know..."

When I knew that my words had reached her brain by the acceptance visible in her eyes, I continued, "I am a very strong-willed man and I require my lovers to place themselves completely under my control. If you don't feel comfortable with that, perhaps it would be better if I walked you to your car."

Although I'm certain that Addie didn't fully understand the meaning of my words, she replied, "I would really rather prefer to stay here with you."

Addie turned towards me and offered herself for the kiss that she expected from me. I pulled her gently into my arms and our lips met. Almost immediately, our tongues were teasing each other and Addie expressed a great welling up of need and desire. I broke the kiss and moved back slightly, holding her hands in mine.

"As I told you," I began, "I will expect you to do exactly as I tell you. If at any time, you want to stop, you must say 'No more'. When you say those words, our time together will be at an end and I will walk you back to your car. Do you understand?"

Addie appeared shaken by the stern tone of my voice and the seriousness of my words, but she nodded. I imagine that she determined that she could stop at any time that she wanted. She couldn't yet fathom feeling desires that wouldn't allow her to stop or for her to want her time with me to end.

"May I tell you something?" she asked. "It might influence you wanting to be with me."

"Go ahead," I told her.

I watched as Addie struggled to find the words she wanted to verbalize whatever it was that she felt compelled to share with me. She finally pulled her shoulders back and bravely stated, "I have been a devout follower of the church and its doctrine on premarital sex. My only sexual experience was a soaking I participated in right after converting..."

"What's a 'soaking'," I asked.

She sighed and tried to explain, "Soaking is a sexual practice where the penis is inserted into the vagina but without any subsequent thrusting. It's a loophole in the church's ban on premarital sex. The boy was only inside of me for a couple of minutes before he went soft and it was over."

"Wait a minute. The guy just sticks it in a girl and lays there?" I asked. "Does either partner achieve an orgasm?"

"There can be no purposeful movements of the soaking parties," Addie explained. "People sometimes enlist the help of others to create motions that cause their bodies to bounce together involuntarily, such as bouncing the bed that the couple is on, but that didn't happen with me. He rubbed some Vaseline on his penis, penetrated me, went soft after a couple of minutes of not moving, and then pulled out."

I considered this revelation. I wasn't a selfish monster who took pleasure from women without regard for them, but with experienced women, taking control of the experience often increased their desires and the pleasures for both parties. If I was too forceful with innocent Addie at the beginning, would I drive her back into the confines of LDS doctrine and delay her sexual awakening?

I leaned over and lightly kissed her lips. "You're wearing pantyhose, right?"

I heard a gasp followed by a whispered reply of, "Yes."

"Take them off. Your panties too."

Addie started to say something, but I held up my hand to stop her. She understood the meaning of my gesture and held her tongue. After staring into my eyes for a few more seconds, she stood, reached underneath her skirt with both hands, and found the waistband of her pantyhose. Her eyes never left mine as she slowly pulled the top of her pantyhose down. She remained silent as she fed the pantyhose off her legs and feet, finally extracting them. She laid them over the back of the couch and then focused on removing her panties.

Before she could place her panties on top of her pantyhose, I held out my hand for them. Addie dutifully placed her panties in my hand and watched as I brought them to my nose. She was biting her lower lip as she watched me inhale her scent from the fabric in my hand.

"I smell arousal," I told her. "Your panties are damp with it."

She blushed and said, "I have been aroused since I saw you through the window last weekend. There is something about you that speaks to my body in ways that I don't understand."

"That's nothing to be ashamed of," I assured her. "You need to learn to embrace your sexuality, and striving for arousal can help you with that. Tell me, do you ever play with yourself? You know, masturbate?"

She shook her head and said, "Until I saw you through that window, prayer would quell any desires I had for self-pleasure. Prayer doesn't work where you are concerned. I have been so tempted to touch myself..."

"Then do it," I ordered.

Addie hesitated as she considered both my command and how to obey it. I was beginning to realize exactly how innocent and inexperienced she truly was. She was the living embodiment of sensuality. The conflicting images of her obvious physical sensuality with her sexual naivety were a challenge for me. I had a blank canvas being presented to me and I wanted to create a masterpiece with it.

I rose and took her hands in mine. "I will never hurt you, embarrass you, disrespect you, or debase you. I may create pain at times, but only to heighten the pleasure that will follow it. I still expect complete and willing obedience, but I will guide you slowly as we explore your body, your tolerances, and your desires together. Come with me."

I released one of her hands but used the other to lead her into the bedroom. I stopped as we reached the foot of the bed and turned her to face me. "Kneel down and open my pants."

Her pleated skirt was long enough that when she knelt, she wouldn't feel the wood flooring against her knees. I waited patiently as she slowly reached forward to loosen my belt and unzip my fly. Addie was moving as if in a dream when she lowered my pants and briefs to the floor. My semi-hard cock hung non-threatening between my legs. It appeared that Addie was impressed with its size and shape, and while other women expressed their approval and pleasure with my equipment, Addie had no real basis for comparison. I sensed that she wanted to touch it but wasn't sure if she was supposed to wait for instructions, so she did nothing.

As she knelt before me staring at my cock, I kicked off my shoes, pulled my socks free, and pushed the pile of clothing aside with my foot. I decided to go ahead and remove the rest of my clothes in silence as Addie knelt motionless before me. When I was completely undressed, I said, "Show me how you suck cock."

Addie was obviously shocked at my words. She looked up into my eyes and said, "Do you have to be so direct?"

I smiled down at her and said, "Remember, you don't have to do anything you don't want to do."

While maintaining eye contact with me, Addie placed both of her hands around the shaft of my cock. She said, "I do want to please you. Teach me how to do everything that you want. I want you to use me. You already own my body and there is nothing that I can do about it. There's nothing that I want to do about it."

I placed a hand on the top of her head and said, "Your body is mine, which means that your mouth is mine. I want you to put my cock into your mouth. Do it now."

Without further hesitation, Addie leaned forward as she parted her lips. She used her hands to guide the head of my cock between her lips. I could feel it gradually sliding over her tongue as she continued slowly moving forward. I let her determine how much of my cock she felt comfortable with in her mouth, but I wrapped my fingers into her hair so that she knew that I maintained control. She gagged slightly when the head of my cock eventually touched the back of her mouth, which is when I used my hand to slowly pull her head back. When my cock head popped past her lips, she gazed up at me questioningly.

I smiled down at her and said, "Good girl. Is that the first time that you have sucked a cock?"

Addie nodded and said, "Yes, but I thought that it would last longer. I was just starting to enjoy the feeling of you growing harder inside my mouth."

I chuckled and said, "That was simply a test of your obedience. Don't worry, I am going to get plenty of use of your mouth around my cock, but there are a few other things that I want to introduce you to. Here, let me help you to stand."

I offered her both hands and once hers met mine, I lifted her to stand in front of me and then pulled her into an embrace. I sought out her lips and found them welcoming. I used my lips and tongue to make love to her mouth for several minutes and paid close attention to her reactions. Addie was a sloppy kisser, and I had to remind myself that passionate kissing was forbidden for unmarried members of the LDS church. It was just one of many skills that we could work on improving together.

Addie didn't know what to do with her hands but she finally raised them from the side of her body and placed one hand on each of my shoulders. I moved one of my hands to the back of her neck and used it to hold her head in place as I intensified my ravaging of her mouth. I used my other hand to begin unbuttoning her blouse. If Addie noticed my actions with the buttons, it wasn't obvious to me.

When I had finished with the lowest button on her blouse, I reached up and began sliding it off her shoulders. Breaking our kiss, I moved my lips to plant light kisses just below her right ear as I reached behind her and found the button on the waistband of her skirt. I continued kissing down her shoulder as more and more of it became exposed by gravity claiming her blouse. The buttons on each cuff of the blouse kept it locked at her wrists, so I undid her left arm first, then her right arm.

With her blouse in my hand, I glanced down to see her skirt had fallen and puddled on the floor around her feet. I gently lifted each foot, one at a time so that I could pick up the skirt. Addie watched me in silence, wearing only her lacy white bra while I carefully stepped across the room and folded her skirt and blouse, and laid them on a chair.

Turning back towards her, I was pleased to see Addie standing as I had left her. As I approached her I asked, "Do you have any concept of your beauty?"

There was a slight, sort of half smile on her lips when she answered, "Not many women view their beauty as objectively as a man might. That's one of the reasons that we keep you guys around. I appreciate your appreciation."

"Well," I said as I reached behind her to unclasp her bra, "I am going to show you my appreciation for not being self-conscious about showing your beautiful, sexy body to me."

"I took my lead from you," Addie admitted. "You're not exactly a troll yourself, Mr. World Famous Male Model. Seeing you act so nonchalant about being naked in front of me made it easier for me to do the same for you. Thank you."

"You're more than welcome. Are you warm enough for us to lay on top of the bed covers or would you prefer to get under them?"

There was annoyance obvious in Addie's voice when she asked, "How can you do that? You tell me that I have only two choices; complete obedience to your every command, or to go home. I've told you that I have no experience, that I have no idea what to expect from you, and I have no frame of reference to know whether whatever you have planned will make me hot or cold. What do you want from me?"

I shrugged and carried her bra to the chair holding her blouse and skirt, responding to her as I went, "I thought it was a simple question. You are standing here completely naked. That condition should be adequate for you to tell me if you are chilled or comfortable at the moment. I didn't ask you to foretell the future, and I wouldn't expect you to. Simply tell me how you feel temperature-wise right now. If your condition changes at some point, we'll adjust accordingly."

"I'm sorry," Addie said. "I guess that you can tell that I am really out of my element being here with you like this. I am feeling so many confusing and conflicting emotions; nervousness, anticipation, anxiousness, excitement, and foremost among these is a pang of lingering guilt. The temptations that you and your body present me are real, but so are the beliefs that I have lived by for almost ten years. But, to answer your question, I am comfortable right now."

I didn't reply verbally but gently picked her up in my arms and laid her body on the bed. I lay down beside her and brought my lips to hers once more. The warmth of her body and the scents of her hair and light perfume created a haze of bliss for me that I didn't want to end. I took my time, gently kissing her and using my tongue to tease hers. To my amazement and pleasure, Addie began adjusting her kissing technique to align with what she was experiencing from me.

I knew what I liked, and I had every intention of schooling Addie on how to give me maximum pleasure. But if that was going to happen, I had to release the inner slut that I felt was lurking under the surface, and let the pleasures that I could bring her be the catalyst that destroyed her religion-based inhibitions. To this end, I had to return to "school" myself. I had to learn all about Addie and her amazing body; find all of her trigger points and stimulate them to the fullest.

I took my time kissing and nibbling around Addie's neck and shoulders, slowly working my way down her chest as my hands softly caressed her arms, legs, and stomach and I reveled in her moans I deliberately avoided touching her breasts. I wanted to save that first encounter for my mouth. She was tentative in her responses to my ministrations; uncertain I believed in what I expected from her. That hesitation ended the second that my lips found her left nipple for the first time.

Her back arched off the bed as her right hand found the back of my head. The combined movements forced more of her nipple into my mouth as Addie let out a prolonged moan of pleasure. I swirled my tongue around the hardening nipple for several seconds, with an occasional soft nibble with my teeth. When I switched my mouth to the nipple on her right breast, Addie kept her right hand on the back of my head but moved her left hand to replace my mouth on the vacated breast.

I watched as she began exploring her breast. It seemed as if she was experiencing her own body for the first time in her life, and I certainly wasn't going to discourage her. I left her to explore both of her breasts as I began kissing, nibbling, and licking my way lower down her abdomen. Her washboard abs were amazingly tight, a testament to her athleticism, yet sensuously soft. Flicking my tongue briefly into her belly button as I passed it earned me a tickle-induced giggle.

When I reached a mound of soft, curly pubic hair, I gently parted her legs. I coaxed Addie to bring her knees up and then helped her by pushing her legs back until her feet were both resting on each of my shoulders so that I could get in nice and close. The heavenly aroma and heat of her pussy washed over my face and it seemed like her juices were already leaking out of her.

I started by gently spreading her pussy lips apart with the fingertips of my hands, which elicited a wave of pleasure-induced moans from Addie. I then started by making gentle but firm swirls around her incredibly swollen clit and I knew that her first orgasm was only a few licks away. I then flattened my tongue and made a long swipe all the way from the bottom of her vagina to the top and ended with another swirl around her clit. Addie almost came right then and there.

"Dear God, what are you doing to me?" Addie cried out when she experienced her first orgasm.

Addie lay there softly cooing while I gently massaged her pussy with my fingers as I waited for the tremors and spasms to subside. I could see the muscles of her pussy pulsing as her orgasm continued to plateau. Finally, I slipped a finger inside her moist depths and felt the muscles of her vagina grip it fervently. I withdrew and then slipped another finger inside, which was met by an even more favorable response as she gasped and arched her back.

I returned my mouth to her clit and slowly started working her to another orgasm by simultaneously suckling her clit and rhythmically sliding my fingers in and out of her drenched pussy. There was so much fluid seeping out of her pussy that I briefly became concerned about her becoming dehydrated. But I knew there was no way she would want to stop.

I was committed to trying to lick and lap up every last drop of pussy juice that was continually flowing from Addie's pussy. I did my best to try and keep up with it, but soon another orgasm would flood over her body and a fresh tidal wave would gush all over my face, especially when I would make a quick swirl of my tongue around her puckered anus. That seemed to be the trigger that really released her floodgates.

I brought Addie to an even dozen orgasms with my mouth and fingers. I had always been very oral but Addie seemed to be incredibly receptive to it as well. Perhaps it was the sexual awakening that she had been wanting or maybe it was something incredibly powerful that laid dormant inside of her all these years. Whatever it was, I had never experienced such a monumental sexual connection with any other woman I had been with.

"You certainly know how to impress a girl," Addie panted once she had recovered from her latest orgasm. "What else have I been missing out on?

"Roll over onto your hands and knees," I replied.

Once Addie was in position, I started with gentle swirls of her clit, occasionally sucking it into my mouth. Then I would flatten out my tongue and slide it the entire length of her pussy, stopping just short of her puckered sphincter. With each lapping of her soaked pussy, I enjoyed the sight of her anus tensing and releasing, as she tried to stave off another powerful orgasm, but she was losing the will to fight. More and more fluid was being released from her pussy with each passing of my tongue over her swollen lips and clit.

Finally, her abdomen tensed and she tried as hard as she could to grind her pussy into my face before I finished her off for good by placing my mouth over her entire pussy and sucking deeply in while swirling my tongue repeatedly. Addie's fingernails dug deeply into the bedspread as she moaned loudly with an even more powerful orgasm from my oral attention.

I continued to lick and lap up every last drop of her sweet pussy juices, occasionally stealing a quick lick and swirling my tongue around her beautiful, brown, puckered sphincter. Each time it caught her by surprise and she gasped deeply with each lick of her anus.

After ten or fifteen minutes of licking the most delectable pussy I had ever seen or tasted, Addie rolled onto her back and pulled me up towards her where she proceeded to kiss me deeply and seemingly lick every last ounce of her own juices off my lips and face. It was intensely erotic and served to make my already throbbing cock harder than it had ever been.

"Oh, Morgan, you feel so good," she whispered. "I want you to use my body, Morgan. I want you to take as much pleasure from me as I can give you. I just want to give myself and give everything I have to you."

Without responding, I reached up and pulled a couple of pillows toward her head. "Raise up on your elbows," I instructed.

Addie was still a little orgasm-drunk, but she was able to slowly comply with my request. She was too far down the bed for me to enter her pussy by standing on the floor, but she was too close to the foot of the bed for me to be able to kneel between her legs on the bed with her. I decided that I wanted her closer to the foot of the bed, so I put my hands behind her bent knees and gently slid her into the position I wanted. I then slid the pillows behind her to provide support for her upper body to lean on.

"Go ahead and lean back on the pillows," I told her. "I want you to be in a position to watch me, which will also give me a chance to watch your expressions."

Addie bit her lower lip in nervous anticipation as she focused on me getting into position to enter her pussy with my cock. Her pubic hair was matted with moisture from her dozen orgasms, and I could clearly see trails of her juices that had run down her inner thighs. I wanted to see similar trails of my cum on her thighs... Oh, fuck! I didn't have any condoms, and Mormons frowned on birth control.

I stepped back and saw Addie with a questioning look on her face. I explained, "We don't have any protection."

Addie tilted her head as she pondered my comment. After a few seconds of contemplation, she smiled and said, "Non-contraceptive use of birth control pills is allowed if prescribed by a physician. I have been on them since I was sixteen to help regulate and stabilize my periods. We do have protection, but thanks for your concern."

My erection had wilted some over my concern over birth control, so I stepped back into position and began rubbing my cock up and down Addie's wet and swollen pussy lips. The velvety softness provided the arousing caresses that I needed to regain the rigidity I desired. The action also spurred Addie into participating as her hands once more sought out her breasts and began playing with them.

"I never realized how sensitive my nipples can be," she said in a soft, sultry, almost wistful tone.

I leaned down to kiss her while continuing to stimulate us both with my cock rubbing against her pussy. Her hands never left her breasts as she rose slightly to bring her lips to mine. When her mouth opened to accept my invading tongue, that was the instant that my cock head started sliding into her pussy for the first time. I paused to let her get somewhat accustomed to the feeling and focused on our kiss. Addie gasped in surprise at the invasion of my cock but her tongue took on a life of its own as it began fervently wrestling with mine.

I could tell that Addie was using her fingers to stimulate her nipples by the way that her hands were moving on her breasts. Whether it was the passion of our kiss or her self-stimulation of her breasts, something within her triggered her suddenly throwing her head back into the pillows as she screamed and thrust her pelvis up, forcing my cock fully into her pussy in one motion.

When I looked at her face, I saw that her eyes had rolled back in her head as her orgasm caused her entire body to quiver for more than a minute.

"Morgan, Morgan, Morgan," Addie panted as her body shook. "I've never..."

Her body collapsed back onto the bed, and I followed her, keeping my cock deep in her pussy. Her movements during the last orgasm had shifted her up on the bed, so I put my hands on her hips and repositioned her back at the foot of the bed. I maintained a hold on her hips as I started to slowly retract my cock from her pussy in preparation for another thrust, this one purposeful.

I saw that Addie had removed her hands from her breasts and was using them to clutch the bedspread on either side of her body as her eyes locked onto mine. The lustful joy in her eyes and on her face was intoxicating for me. After only a few more strokes of my cock in and out of her pussy, she began a litany of moans and surprisingly naughty comments.

"Harder," she begged. "Take me. Make me yours."

I increased the rhythm and intensity of my thrusts as I smiled down at her and said, "It looks like someone might be discovering the hidden slut inside of herself."

Addie had moved her hands to grab the back of my thighs as she tried to increase my tempo. It hadn't taken her long to start bringing her hips up to meet each of my thrusts into her. This was her first time actually having sex, and she was animalistic in her lust, ignoring any pretense of romance or emotional intimacy being involved. She really and truly wanted to just get fucked, and I was the guy to do that for her.

I pulled out and practically threw her body over so that she was on her stomach. I positioned her on her hands and knees, placing the pillows under her stomach so that even if she collapsed on me again, her pussy would still be in position for the impending assault headed its way. I climbed up onto the bed and squatted behind her. As soon as I had my cock positioned at the entrance to her pussy, I began pile-driving into her.

Inspiration suddenly hit me again. I quickly pulled out of Addie and ran to the east-facing windows of the bedroom. I threw the drapes open, revealing the same view from the living area of the suite.

As I returned to the bed and resumed pounding Addie, she looked back at me and said, "You are one deviant bastard, and I love it. Ravage me in clear view of the temple."

I knew, and I assume Addie knew that the reflective coating on the outside of the hotel windows would prevent anyone outside from witnessing our carnal acts, but Addie would have a direct line-of-site view of the headquarters of her church as she embraced her sluttiness with me. She kept her eyes focused out the window as she started humping back to meet each of my thrusts.

"You're my slut," I growled at her as I smacked her ass cheek with my hand. A pink imprint of my hand instantly appeared.

"Oh, fuck, yes!" Addie wailed. This was the first time that I had heard her use a swear word.

I smacked her other ass cheek and said, "I own your pussy, you dirty slut. I own all of your holes."

"You do own me," Addie cried. "You do, Morgan. I'm yours. I'm your slut. If you tell me to do something, I will always say yes. Just don't stop giving me that dick. Fuck your slut. Oh, fuck, I'm cumming a.."

Her orgasmic screams were muffled by Addie burying her face into the bedspread. I couldn't allow that, so I reached down and grabbed a handful of her long blonde hair and pulled her head back. Her garbled cries of pleasure were incomprehensible for several moments as she rode the waves of orgasmic convulsions.

Had Addie's innocence been a façade? Her claims of having no true sexual experience jived with her initial kissing skills and how she had taken my cock into her mouth like a true amateur. The sexual fervor and raw animalistic lust since her first orgasm were certainly not what I had expected from her. I had years of experience testing the limits of my lovers, and it had always taken some time to break down certain inhibitions with most of them. Addie seemed to be willingly shedding every inhibition that her years of Mormon indoctrination had taught her without any guilt or hesitation.

She made guttural moans, unable to speak coherently. I slammed in and out of her like a piston, relentlessly and roughly. Her climax was prolonged, an opera of moans and screams of pleasure. When she finally calmed down, her tense body relaxing, she looked back to me and said, "I want you to cum for me. I need to make you cum!"

I pounded into her pussy for a few more minutes before pulling out and using her hair to toss her onto her back. I quickly climbed up to Addie's head and straddled her with my knees on either side. I let my slimy cock rest on her sweaty face as she looked up at me with glassy eyes.

"You want to be a dirty slut?" I asked her.

"For you, Morgan. Anything for you," Addie softly panted.

"Then use your tongue to clean your juices off of my cock. Lick me clean you dirty slut."

Addie snaked one of her hands under my thigh and brought it up to grasp my shaft. I stopped her and said, "Don't touch it until it's clean."

I raise slightly so that the head of my cock was positioned at her lips. Addie's tongue emerged from between her barely parted lips and swirled tantalizingly around the head of my cock. I had never felt a softer, more eager tongue as Addie savored the taste of herself on my cock. My position on top of her was rather restrictive to her attempts to thoroughly lick my entire cock, so I rolled over onto my back and allowed Addie to bring her head into a more complimentary position.

Addie dove between my legs and attacked my cock with even greater zeal. She had the shaft of my cock cleansed of any trace of her juices within seconds but determined that some of her juices must also have leaked onto my balls because she proceeded to bathe my scrotum with the same intensity as she had my cock. As her tongue traveled to the base of my ball sack, I bent my knees to give her better access.

"Eat my ass, you dirty slut," I commanded.

Her tongue eagerly flicked out, and I bent my right leg so that it captured and held her head. I pulled her closer, smothering her face into my ass. As she rimmed me, my cock felt closer to exploding. It was such a new and incredible feeling, being pushed closer to orgasm simply by Addie licking my asshole. When she started probing and prodding my sphincter with her tongue, I had to stop her, or I would lose my load too soon.

I moved my leg to release her head and growled, "Get your mouth over my cock! I'm going to cum in your mouth."

Addie scooted up quickly and took the head of my cock between her lips. I placed a hand around my shaft and gave it the last few strokes necessary to push me off the edge of the cliff. A torrent of pent-up arousal sent waves of cum through my cock, splashing against the roof of Addie's mouth, coating her tongue, and dripping past her lips.

When my climax had finally abated, Addie pulled her head back, releasing my cock from her mouth. She closed her mouth, looked at me with adoring eyes, and visibly swallowed what little of my cum remained in her mouth.

"Holy shit," she gasped. "This is so fucking intense. It looks like I have some more cleaning to do."

Without direction from me, Addie lowered her head and began licking cum off my cock, stomach, and balls When she was satisfied with her efforts, she sidled up next to me and kissed me lovingly on the lips.

"I'm glad I could make you feel so good," Addie said. "I didn't know if I could do it, but I love when you dominate me. It's the best feeling. I didn't have to make any decisions other than to stay or to go. Thank you."

I pulled her against me and said, "I don't consider myself domineering in the classical BDSM connotation, and I wouldn't consider you a sub either. I view it more like I am the director of a film and you are my star actress. For my vision of the film to succeed, I need you to follow the script that I have in my head, play the role you accepted, stay in character and follow my commands. I think that you just witnessed how successful you can perform if you follow the director's instructions."

Addie stared at me with her mouth agape for several seconds. Finally, she said, "Ever since I was the star in a play that we put on in elementary school, I have dreamed of being an actress. Now that you explained things the way that you did, I can see the similarities. You were directing me in the role that you wanted me to play. Thank you!"

"Come on," I said. "Join me in the shower."

Addie rose with me from the bed and we walked hand-in-hand into the large bathroom. She asked, "You wouldn't happen to have an extra toothbrush by any chance?"

"You anxious to get the taste of my cum out of your mouth?"

"Oh, God, no," she said with a giggle. "I enjoyed the taste. I enjoyed the entire experience. I needed you so badly, I needed you to cum for me so badly, I would have done anything for you. I still will. I can't explain it, but since seeing you last weekend, I knew that I had to make some changes in my life. It was seeing you that inspired me to quit hiding behind the tenets of the church and consider pursuing my dreams."

She leaned up and kissed me deeply, urgently... gratefully.

"Well," I told Addie when our lips separated, "whatever your reason for wanting one, there is a toothbrush in the guest convenience kit over there on the counter."

Addie walked over to examine the contents of the convenience kit while I turned on the shower and adjusted the temperature. While waiting for it to warm up, I said, "Tell me about your other dreams besides becoming an actress. Surely there is more to them than what we shared just now."

Addie was doing that bizarre thing where women with long hair are able to twist it and tie it into a knot on top of their heads. She joined me at the shower entrance, kissed me lightly, and said, "Don't discount what we just experienced. It was fucking fantastic. A dream come true, and I want more of it."

Before leading Addie into the shower, I leaned down and kissed her neck, loving the salty, sweaty musk she had worked up over the last hour or so. I roughly cupped her breast and nibbled at her nipples while she began grinding her crotch into mine. I released her nipple and pulled her body tightly against mine.

"I'm not finished yet," I said and gave her ass a playful slap.

Addie leaned down, gently bit my right nipple, and said, "Anything."

We took turns washing and exploring each other's bodies. Addie voiced no objection when I soaped up her ass as a lubricant to allow two of my fingers to delve into her tight, virgin ass. I guess that she really did mean, "Anything".

I stood behind Addie's warm wet body as she rinsed, positioning my erection between her legs, just letting her feel the heat and firmness without attempting to penetrate her. Once her breasts were rinsed of soap, I reached around and gently cupped each in my hands.

"Tell me your dreams," I repeated from earlier.

Addie turned her head and leaned it back for a kiss before saying, "I guess like almost everyone else in the world, I want a fulfilling life that I can take pride in. I'm realizing that while religion is important, it isn't the 'end-all-be-all' that I had allowed it to become in my life. Take today as an example. There is nothing that we did together that I have to feel guilty about. I want a lifestyle where I make the decisions about what is morally right or wrong for me. Those decisions should be between me and my God, not anyone in a church.

While turning off the water, I asked, "Are you now regretting wasted years of celibacy?"

Accepting the bath sheet that I handed her, Addie said, "Not in the least because I know in my heart that it wouldn't have been what I needed if it had been with anyone other than you. I feel a chemistry between us that I have never felt with anyone else. I don't want to scare you by claiming to be in love with you or anything, but there is just something that I feel around you that is completely unique. You are the mentor that I needed. You are the one that owns my body."

After she had dried herself, I handed Addie one of the fluffy terry cloth robes provided by the hotel and said, "I treasure everything I own, and always take very good care of them."

"I guess that's why I feel so treasured when I am with you," Addie said. "I truly felt like a prized possession when you took over my body. Please feel free to do so at any time."

~~~

A slut like you needs a good butt fuck," I growled.

"I do," she said. "I need you to fuck my ass and show me what a slut I am."

This was pure filth. I thrived on it. I was going to fuck her ass with abandon. Just as soon as I got it nice and wet with my tongue.

"You dirty little ass slut," I said. "You're the biggest whore I've ever met."

"I love when you're a dirty boy," Addie panted while I rimmed her. "You know how to push all the right buttons on me."

As soon as she said that, I slipped a finger into her ass and moved my tongue's attention back to her pussy. Her juices are intoxicating.

"I need you in me," Addie begged.

"You're a dirty ass slut," I said and began spanking her.

"Yes, Morgan," she moaned. "I'm your dirty ass slut. You own my ass. You own all my holes."

Entering her, I watched my cock split her ass cheeks and stretch her tight asshole. It created an impossible amount of pleasurable friction on my cock. I spit on her ass crack and watched it run down to add more lubrication to her anus.

"Harder," she begged. "Use me."

I increased my pace and unleashed a stinging spank on her ass. She yelped, her sign at how much she loved the hard smacks. She really was wanting it rough. I had an idea! Suddenly, I stopped and pulled out.

"What are you doing?" Addie exclaimed. Her ass gaped obscenely.

I picked up the belt from her robe on the floor. Her eyes got wide. I put the belt around her neck, held both of the ends in my left hand, and then used my right hand to line up my cock with her ass again. I reinserted the tip of my cock, then brought the belt taught and yanked it toward me, impaling her ass completely on my cock.

Addie croaked, "Tighter. Pull it tighter."

Tighter pulling and harder pounding are exactly what I gave her.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Addie panted as her body shook. "I've never..." Her body convulsed in a tremendous orgasm as she collapsed, and I pushed down with her, keeping my cock in her ass. She was spent but I wasn't finished. Her body was flat on the bed as I released the belt, straddled her, and kept pounding into her ass with complete abandon.

"Use me," she said, breathing heavily. "Just fill me up. I'm your whore. I'm all yours. Just give me your cum. Show me I'm a good girl who deserves Morgan's cum."

Her filthy talk had always been a trigger for my eruptions, and when it came I screamed, "Take it you slut bitch. I am going to dump so much cum in your ass that it will run out your nose."

"Yes, yes, yes!" Addie cried as she felt my cock pulsing what seemed like a hundred times as I filled her bowels with every drop of semen I could muster. I lowered myself slowly to lie on her back, both of us panting as we tried to steady our breathing. After several minutes, I made a move to get up, but I stopped and kissed her ass cheeks. They were pink and her asshole looked used. I felt very satisfied and surprisingly energetic.

"How would you feel about a walk on the beach?" I asked.

"Now?" Addie asked groggily. "I don't think I would be able to walk to the bathroom right now. Fuck walking on the beach."

I bent down and picked her up into my arms. "Come on, Lightweight. In the past three years, we have had sessions much more strenuous than that. A few minutes in the hot tub and a glass of wine will have you recovered and good as new in no time."

Addie threw her arms around my neck and said, "That does sound good. I knew there was a reason that I loved being your personal slut."

I lowered Addie into the hot tub and headed back into the house. I paused to ask, "Have you decided whether or not you are going in tonight?"

Since relocating from Utah to Southern California, Addie had been staying at my house along the coast in Malibu while trying to make it as an actress She always seemed to make the first few cuts during the auditions that she had, but she hadn't yet made the final cut with any of them. She consistently lost roles to popular mainstream actresses such as Blake Lively or Kate Hudson.

Although I didn't charge her any rent or board to stay with me, and I was more than willing to pay any other bills or expenses she might have, Addie insisted on earning her own money. Working as a dancer at one of the most exclusive, high-end gentlemen's clubs in the San Fernando Valley provided a substantial income, and left her days free for auditions.

When she started dancing under her real name, she found that patrons were frequently confused or disappointed. Her father's heritage was of fair-skinned Spanish origin, but her last name, "Lopez" was perceived as Mexican by almost everyone in Southern California. With fair skin and blonde hair, her appearance didn't match her name. Her solution was to start using a more Anglo-sounding last name for her stage persona. She selected, "Andrews".

I returned from the house with a glass of white wine for Addie and a cocktail of choice for myself. I handed Addie her glass and then climbed into the hot tub across from her so that we could see each other when we talked.

Addie took a sip of her chilled wine and said, "To answer your question, I will go to the club tonight, but not to work. I have a meeting with someone."

"Really?" I asked with raised eyebrows. Addie and I weren't exclusive, but we were typically discrete about our activities outside of the house. Her sexual awakening three years ago in Utah required nurturing that I couldn't provide while back in Southern California. A woman as beautiful as Addie had no problem finding men willing to help her continue her education, even devout Mormon family men in a few cases.

"Yes," she said. "One of the club managers knows Kayden Kross. He introduced her to me the last time that she was in the club. We chatted several times during the night when I wasn't on stage and I shared with her my efforts to become an actress. She has arranged for me to meet with a director with Vixen Media Group named Greg Lansky..."

"Wait!" I said, "I recognize that name. Are you considering becoming a porn actress?"

Addie raised a questioning eyebrow herself and asked, "Do you have a problem with that? I want to become an actress, and you have taught me to love sex, so combining the two sounds intriguing. Plus, you have videoed us having sex a lot of times and said that you enjoyed watching those. I thought that I would listen to what Greg Lansky might have to offer me."

"You should know that I wouldn't have any problem with you making decisions that you believe are the best for you. I still expect you to stick to my rules, though..."

"Which rules in particular," Addie asked with a smile. "You know I always obey your rules."

I pulled her over onto my lap and kissed her below her ear. A spot that always created a spark within Addie Andrews. I said, "Rule number one, if you are going to act in pornos, you can't work with any guys who have cocks bigger than mine. I don't want your pussy being stretched out when you get home..."

Addie laughed and reached down to grab my cock in her hand before answering, "Morgan, there is very little chance that I'll encounter anyone in the porn industry or anywhere else with a cock bigger than yours, but I will adhere to the rule if I do. What else?"

I put my hands on Addie's hips and raised her slightly off my lap. She was holding my now erect cock up between our legs, so I moved her body to get my cockhead on target and then slowly lowered her onto it.

Addie groaned loudly before answering her own question, "The next rule is that Morgan owns my ass."

"That's right," I growled as I thrust completely into her ass. Fortunately, my cum from earlier hadn't drained out completely, thus providing adequate lubrication.

"I agreed to let you share your mouth and then your pussy with others, but this delectable ass is exclusively mine."

"Oh, Jesus, Morgan," Addie cried. "You fill me so damn good. Take it. It's all yours."

That's exactly what I continue to do - to this very day.