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I licked my lips and picked up my vibrator from beside me on the bed. This porn was getting good. The tall, chocolate, muscular fireman looked yummy.

Damn, I love a man in uniform.

He was shirtless, dressed in only his red pants, yellow straps and fire hat.

The woman lying on the bed in front of him was naked and ready for action. I pressed the power button on my pulsating penis-shaped vibrator and joined her.

“Where’s the fire, ma’am?” he said in a deep, yet poorly executed acting voice.

“Right here,” the woman replied, sliding her fingers between her legs and spreading her pussy so wide, everyone within a fifty-mile radius could have gotten a good look. “Do you think you can put it out?”

The cheesy exchange almost ruined the moment for me.

However, when the fireman loosened his straps and those red pants hit the floor, my attention was drawn to the dick on TV that was pointing directly at me.

It was thick, not as long as I’d hoped, with only a few visible veins leading from base to tip.

Instinctively, my head tilted to the side as if altering the angle would give me a more detailed view. The view remained the same, but I decided I liked what I saw.

Now that is a dick I could suck all day and ride all night.

The thought startled me. I would never in my life say something like that aloud, and my extremely short list of sex partners proved that I also wouldn’t do something so adventurous either.

Nonetheless, my shyness about sex didn’t stop how wet my pussy was currently getting. In my mind, I was free to live out my fantasies and my fantasies wished that I could have a guy like him ruthlessly invading every hole in my body.

Actually, not a guy like him. There was one specific guy that I’d wanted for a while, but he was, and would sadly remain, off limits.

The firefighter slowly moved up the bed toward the lucky woman and I closed my eyes, blocking her out and envisioning it was me about to have the time of my life.

My pleasure toy hummed as it repeated the automatic pounding motion in and out of my pussy. It felt so good a squeal escaped my lips, and I had to grab hold of it, blindly searching for the speed button to slow it down.

I was never good at allowing myself to relax into pleasure. The more intense and enjoyable it got, the more tense I became.

Hitting the button several times, I found a speed that didn’t have my toes gripping the sheets and sunk deeper into the bed.

This was more like it.

Sliding my hands over my breasts, I gripped each nipple between my pointer finger and thumb, twisting them hard and feeling a surge of erotic sensation rush down to my center. I loved how the brief presence of pain increased my sensitivity.

Risking a peek at what the fireman was doing to the woman so that I could pull it into my current fantasy, my mouth fell open when I spotted his face buried deep between her thighs, eating her pussy like it was his last meal.

A guy had never done that to me before, and even if they tried, after the embarrassing mishap I had years ago, I was now insecure as hell and would say no.

But this… this was what I wanted. To let go of all my inhibitions and be free.

The woman on the screen certainly was. She was crying out in ecstasy, moving her hips, and so lost in the moment she was pulling me in with her.

I’d always been a good girl, and not in the dirty, sexy way I preferred it, but the traditional version.

I followed the rules, built a successful career for myself and stayed away from trouble. Come to think of it, I may have been my parents’ most polite and level-headed child.

Nonetheless, I wasn’t a pushover by any means. 

Standing up for myself was an automatic reaction when someone forced my hand, but unless provoked, I didn’t like to ruffle feathers or make others uncomfortable and, overall, that worked for me… in public, anyway.

When it came to private, I was someone different entirely.

The type of sex I craved would make a nun have a heart attack, and because I was reluctant to explore my desires, I’d never experienced fucking the way I wanted it.

Watching the porn play out on the screen, my eyes widened as the fireman’s tongue swept hungrily over her pussy, licking at every spot and sucking her clit so hard I noticed it swell from one moment to the next.

Without thinking, I reached down and massaged my own clit to relieve some of the building pressure that the dildo just wasn’t cutting.

She was going to cum, and I was cumming with her… or then again, maybe I wasn’t.

My vibrator made a grunting noise and stalled before starting up again, with a weaker thrust and a quieter roar.

“No, no no no no,” I said aloud. “Don’t give up on me now.”

I pushed it in and out, hoping to help it regain some power to finish the job, but it was fading fast and I couldn’t stop it.

I glanced back up at the TV in desperation, wanting the couple to wait for me. I wanted to cum too, dammit, but it seemed my vibrator was clocking out for the night.

As soon as it went silent, the woman got loud, screaming from an impressive release that I was jealous not to be part of.

I tried to restart the feeling with my hand, but it wasn’t the same. It was too long of an interruption and I’d lost my sweet spot. I would have to start all over.

Sitting up frustrated, I was suddenly very aware of the puddle beneath me. I was still turned on. These days nothing got me off like a good porn and a strong vibrator. I had to finish the job.

Besides, there was no reason I shouldn’t. It was a Friday night, I was alone, couldn’t sleep, and horny as hell. I hadn’t gotten laid in so long and hadn’t cum in even longer.

I deserved this!

Refusing to let dead batteries stand in my way. I searched my apartment for some replacements and came up empty.

Turns out the vibrator required two double-A batteries, and it was on this night that I discovered that every device I owned, used triple-A.

Looks like I was fucked, and not in the good way.

Still naked, I placed a hand on my hip and sighed. Then the thought of how ridiculous I must have looked hit me, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

I was a thirty-three-year-old woman, successful, smart and until a year and a half ago, worked as a professional model.

I had no problems getting sex, let alone a date.

Nevertheless, here I was, standing in my living room, sexually frustrated and rummaging through my house like a madwoman, searching for batteries so I could get off.

“Get it together, Raquel,” I said to myself.

I spun around and faced the window, the glow of the moon and something else catching my eye. Moving closer, I peered out of my partially opened blinds down at the store on the corner. Zen’s was still open.

I guess I am going out.

I hurried to my closet and spent five minutes trying to locate an outfit that didn’t make me look like I was ready for a photoshoot. I guess old habits were hard to break, even after all these years. I barely had any regular clothes, like sweats or an old, ratty pair of jeans.

For as far back as I could remember, everything I wore was about representation and putting my best foot forward. Not because I was some world-renowned model, because I wasn’t, but because it was how my parents raised me; my mother specifically.

Like me, my mom spent many years putting her best foot forward on runways and anywhere else her long legs and striking looks were demanded. 

The importance of fashion was akin to breathing for her. Which meant if she could see the faded pair of pink sweats and matching hoody I was currently putting on, she’d nearly suffocate.

And then because she is the sweetest and funniest woman I know. We would laugh and she would pull me in for a hug and say that she still loves me, despite my wardrobe choices.

I caught the elevator, exited the building and was inside the door of Zen’s in less than five minutes.

“Raquel!” Lenny Zen, the owner, shouted from the front as I entered. “My favorite girl. What brings you in tonight?”

I make a right and then a left, quickly locating the battery section. Thanks to all my late night cravings, I’d been here many times and knew this store like the back of my hand.

“Oh, you know me,” I said, pulling a six-pack of double-A batteries from the shelf. “I couldn’t sleep, so may as well check on Lenny.”

“Well, I’m honored.”

I tap the batteries in my hand and look around the store. It would be a shame to not pick up some butter pecan ice cream… and a root beer.

Collecting my items, I make my way to the front. Another customer enters, heading towards the back, and Lenny gives him the same warm greeting.

Lenny was a good guy, always smiling, and knew most of his customers by name.

The man could definitely teach major companies a thing or two about customer service.

“How’s Maureen and the boys?” I ask, placing my merchandise on the counter.

“The boys are good, but Maureen is still bitter about me forgetting our anniversary last week.” Lenny bagged my items. “I must thank you again for getting me that necklace last minute. If you didn’t, I think I’d be sleeping outside.”

I laughed. “I’m sure Maureen would never do that. She loves you. How much do I owe you?” I asked, after seeing there was no amount displayed on the register.

He waved a dismissive hand and slid the bag toward me. “Maybe, but this is still on the house.”

“Lenny, your thanks is enough. I don’t need any special treatment.”

He pushed the bag closer.

“I won’t take no for an —”

“Face down, hands behind your head!” Shouted someone behind me. 

I spun around and watched a man dressed in all black wearing a ski mask advance towards us with a gun pointed straight at me.

END OF CHAPTER ONE SNEAK PEEK

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“Destroy me,” I whispered in his ear, egging him on.

I needed him to know that I was surrendering wholeheartedly. I didn’t want him to take it easy, consider my shyness, or offer me any comfort.

I wanted to be ravaged, objectified and marked.

“Would you expect anything less from me?” he replied in a gruff tone.

Blaze went from mild to manic in seconds. He pulled out of me, flipped me over so that I was on my knees and reentered me again so hard it made my teeth chatter. 

The lower half of my shirt pooled around my mid back, exposing my ass and every few seconds he would slap it, sending a delicious burn throughout my lower half.

HIs thrusts were aggressive and precise, stretching my pussy to accommodate him and his fingers dug into my waist, holding me immobile while he reached forward to massage and tug on my nipple rings.

My temperature was skyrocketing, and the spotlights weren’t making it any better.

Sweat trickled down my forehead and back and I clawed at the sheets, trying to keep balance and some level of composure under the rising pressure.

Thunderous screams and applause erupted from the crowd as if the fascinated onlookers were watching a fighting match, and with the way Blaze was bending me into submission, I wasn’t certain they weren’t.

Their faces had blended together, turning the spectators into one giant blur that encouraged Blaze to “make her scream”, “make her hurt”, “make her beg” and “make her cum” and my dom was fulfilling every request.

I was dripping wet, panting and disoriented from a sexual high.

Blaze roughly grabbed my hair, yanked me back, and put his arm around my neck in a tight, unforgiving chokehold.

I couldn’t breathe, but I didn’t resist.

I trusted him and what came next should be his decision. Therefore, I wouldn’t fight. I was on the edge of the cliff, my orgasm preparing to take the leap.

However, it was the next words to leave Blaze’s lips that sent me over, “I’m not letting you take your next breathe until you cum for me.”

And fuck did I cum.

Combine my astronomical climax with my suppressed oxygen supply and I also passed out, bringing this match to a close.

The last thing I remember was Blaze releasing me and falling face down onto the bed, the cheering and excitement from the crowd becoming nothing more than a distant whisper.

Blaze 1, The Princess 0… Total Knock Out.

THE END OF SPICY SCENE SNEAK PEEK

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