Dominique by Sir Nathan Page B

  As he held himself within me, a burning fire of delight was lit.   He felt so much thicker than my Master, and I was amazed how quickly it stopped hurting.   I was squirming, pleading with him as he pushed slowly back and forth, deeper and deeper.   I felt him thrust the last of himself into me and I groaned.   It wasn’t burning and Paul was telling me how good and tight I was.
          He rocked against me gently and the strokes were ever so slowly becoming longer and longer.   His hands were holding me around my waist and he started pulling out and I held him as best I could with my ass.   He was almost all the way out and for a split second I thought he was done.   Then he slammed his cock back in to me.
          All the air whooshed out of me.   It was incredible.   He did it over and over.   I could hear him moaning and working for his cum.   I felt so slutty having a different cock in my ass.   I’d only ever had one.   God, it felt good.   His hand reached around and under me, his fingers deftly massaging my clit.   I went wild!   Cursing and thrashing, I came so hard and so long, my whole body felt like it was having a seizure or something.   And he kept on fucking me harder and harder and just as I was about to cum again a gush of heat filled my ass and I exploded!   He held me tight in his hands as I shuddered and I could hear him saying over and over, “So good ... So good ...”
          I seemed to lose some time.   When I looked over my shoulder at him he was dressed and I was sure his clothes were upstairs.   He pulled me to my feet and told me what a good girl I’d been and that he hoped Andrew would invite him over again soon.   “Oh, and by the way, Andrew said to tell you he’d be home tomorrow and to pack a bag for the weekend for you both.   You are going to Dean’s,” he added.
          In moments he was gone and I was left there with my mouth hanging open.   It was 2 am!

    As I lay back in the hotel bed with my fingers laced behind my head, I wondered how Dominique was coping.   With the time difference, her ‘ordeal’, if it could be called that, would be over.   I wanted to call to reassure her everything was okay.   But that would have defeated the purpose.   So, instead I called Dean.   I was glad when he picked up.   “Hello?”
          “Dean, buddy.   It’s Andrew.”
          “Hey, long time no hear, Andrew.”
          “Yeah.   It’s been a while, and don’t forget you owe me a beer!”
          “Yeah, no problem, next time I see ya ... So how’s it going?   Are you still with that gorgeous girl of yours?   What’s her name?”
          “Dominique.”
          “Yeah.   Dominique.   I’ve heard all about her, thanks to Paul.   When am I gonna meet the little hottie , man?”
          “Jeez, you think you could be a bit less keen?   What would Gigi say if she heard you talking like that?” I chuckled.
          “Ha, ha.   Okay, now that was funny.”
          “I’ve still got it ...”
          “All right, all right.   Hey, you know you two are welcome up here anytime.”
          “Yeah well ... that’s what I was calling about.   I was hoping you’d have a spare bed this weekend.”
          “Absolutely.   You know you’re always welcome, Andrew.   Will Dominique be up for it?   I’ve heard she’s pretty raw.”
          “Yeah.   I’m working on that.   And I’m going to need your help ...”

    When Paul told me Andrew was coming home early, I started getting scared.   I still didn’t know whether the whole thing was a trick of Paul’s, or if Andrew had really arranged it all.   I’d thought a lot about what had happened and couldn’t bring myself to call Andrew about it.   I’d been left to my own devices, and I hadn’t heard from either of them.   I was approaching frantic by the time Andrew called me at work.
          He told me to