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Lori’s body tightened brutally
and she panted loud and frantic.
    Then he pulled
it out. “Sorry. I better stop now or you’ll come. You should be able to get a
really good orgasm that way. If you can’t get all the way there, try rubbing
your clit at the same time.”
    Lori nodded in
acknowledgement of this advice. Her cheeks blazed, and she could feel herself
perspiring. Her arousal was a throbbing ache between her legs. “I really need
to come,” she admitted, tempted to sneak her own hand between her legs.
    “Are you ready
for intercourse?”
    “Yeah. Please.”
    Ander returned
the vibrator to the nightstand as he climbed off the bed. She watched as he
slid his silk boxers down over his hips. His erection sprang free and bobbed a
few times. He was big—at least as far as Lori could tell—hand even in the low
light she could see that his shaft was a slightly deeper color than the rest of
him.
    When he picked
up a condom packet, a clench of anxiety tightened in her throat. To distract
herself, Lori asked, “What happens if you aren’t able to get it up?”
    Ander slanted
her another odd look. “No worries. I have it up.”
    Lori snorted.
“I can see that. It’s very impressively up. I was just wondering in general. I
mean, obviously you won’t be attracted to all of your clients. And maybe
sometimes you find them very unattractive. Do you have some sort of
mental thing you do to make sure you’re up for the job?”
    There was a
pause as Ander rolled a condom down over his erection. “Yes,” he said at last.
“I do. When people say the brain is the most important sexual organ, they’re
not making it up. With some practice, you can think yourself into arousal.”
    Lori considered
that as Ander slicked up his condom-encased cock with a good amount of lube. A
weird impulse prompted her to quip, “But you didn’t have to do any mental
acrobatics to get hard for me, did you?”
    His lips
twitched. “Of course not.”
    She fought a
smile and asked, “You say that to all the girls, don’t you?”
    “What do you
think?” He actually smiled at her. It wasn’t broad and it was half-ironic, but Lori
loved how it changed his whole face. “You ready?”
    She nodded
again, gulping as he got back into bed and settled himself between her legs. He
was big. And she tried not to envision how tightly he would fit.
    “I think we
better start with missionary,” he said, propping himself up above her. “There’s
good reason it’s the old favorite.”
    “Sounds good.” Lori
was washed with waves of heat—it seemed to radiate off his body.
    “The pressure
is going to be uncomfortable at first. There’s no help for it. You’re very
aroused, so that will make it easier. The pressure will get a lot better once
I’m all the way in. Try to breathe through it and not clench up—just like you
were doing last time. If it’s too bad, tell me and I’ll pull out.”
    “Okay.” Once
again, her arms felt awkward and in the way. She ended up putting her hands on Ander’s
shoulders. “I’m ready,” she said, breathing deeply and forcing her pelvic
muscles to stay relaxed.
    She felt the
tip of his cock nudging at her entrance. Then about an inch of penetration. It
wasn’t bad. She took another deep breath. As she released it, he eased himself
in a few inches more. More pressure now.
    “All right?”
    “Yeah,” she
gasped. Her fingers had tightened on his shoulders.
    Ander’s eyes
never left her face as he pulled back slightly and readjusted. “Take three more
deep breaths. When you let out your breath the third time, I’m going to go in a
lot deeper.”
    She nodded,
tossing her head back and forth on the pillow for a moment as she fought
against her instinctive reactions. Then she focused on breathing as Ander had
directed.
    On her third
long exhale, she felt a significant increase in pressure. His slide into her
channel was careful, and at one point he pulled back and re-angled before he
pushed into her