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  She realized, her mind a whirl of unfamiliar thoughts and emotions, that even though she had been fucking ever since she had turned thirteen, she had never in her entire life been fucked like this! A furious orgasm raced through her from out of nowhere, gripping her whole body.

  "Ohhhhhhhh! Oh, fuck, Liam!” she gasped, tearing her mouth from his so that she could suck in air, her vision taking on a reddish tinge, her pussy going off like an explosive charge around his driving cock. “Oh, my God! You’re…you’re…”

  Miranda had never suspected, until that very moment, that orgasms could accelerate to new heights! She whipped her head from side to side; a blissful sensation so intense that she couldn’t even scream gripped her from her curled-back toes up the roots of her wildly-flying hair.

  Liam’s eyes rolled back in his head as she looked up at him and she felt a powerful gush of hot semen inside her, the lava-hot goo hit her clit immediately, his cock still reaming her right up to heaven. The steamy spend set off a final spasm in her clit that was so powerful she could only shudder, pant for breath and…

  Chapter Five

  Light came through the gauzy curtains. She awoke feeling groggy, still a little sleepy, and completely wonderful!

  She was wrapped around Liam’s nude body, climbing him like a tree trunk, gripping him as tightly as a drowning victim might grab onto a passing lifeboat. His arms were around her as well, but not nearly as tight.

  He stirred and opened his eyes, staring into hers. A smile drifted across his kind face.

  “Finally awake?” he asked her softly, his voice as tender as a gentle caress on bare skin.

  Yeah,” she murmured, snuggling into him, finding that she loved the way his skin felt against hers this morning. “What happened?”

  Liam looked slightly embarrassed. He cocked his head at her and whispered, “You passed out. And then, you fell dead asleep. We slept like this all night, darling. You were holding me so tight I could hardly breathe.”

  Now it was Miranda’s turn to feel embarrassment. She let go of him.

  “No, don’t do that! I loved it. I loved the feeling of being wanted so much by a gorgeous creature like you, my dear.”

  She felt herself actually blushing. Her mind flashed back to them making love, fucking, really. The incredible pussy-reaming Liam had been giving her with that awesome dick of his could hardly be called making love…but it was the best fuck, far and away, that she’d ever had!

  “I’m sorry about that. I’ve never done that before…passed out, I mean.”

  He laughed softly. “Didn’t know how to take it at first, really. I wondered if my love-making bored you so much you’d dropped off in mid-stroke.”

  She laughed and hit him lightly on the chest with the flat of her palm. “You did not, you big fibber! You know very well that you made me come so hard I blacked out!”

  She giggled. “‘Dropped off in mid-stroke,’ my ass!”

  He laughed with her. After a few moments, his face turned more serious. He smiled at her lovingly. “I never had that happen with a lady before, Randa, darling. How did that come about, do you suppose?”

  She slid her hands down his chest, smiling at him, until they came to his soft cock, still slightly sticky with their mutual orgasmic fluids. She teased the head with her fingertips and he started to firm up immediately.

  “I don’t know, babe,” she whispered, sliding her right hand around it and giving it a stroke while continuing to tease the head with her fingertips of her left hand. “Want to see if you can do it again?”

  * * * *

  Miranda pulled up in front of Tres Chic at ten o’clock that morning, the hour when the trendy, expensive women’s shop first opened for business. She got out of the Land Rover, grinning from ear to ear. She loved the clothes and styles at this store but it was usually way out of her price range.

  But her darling Liam had seen to that! She strode confidently into the shop, one of his platinum credit cards and five crisp, new one-hundred dollar bills in her purse. He had given both to her this morning just before he’d left for the university.

  “You can’t keep on wearing that same outfit every day, darling,” he’d told her as he’d handed her the card, cash, and keys to the Rover. “It’s nice, but it will soon be worn out, with you washing and drying it nightly.”

  Before that, after making love to her so nicely that Miranda had almost, but not quite, passed out again when she came, he had asked about what she intended to do about clothes and whether or not she wanted him to accompany her over to Aaron’s apartment to attempt to retrieve her things from there. Miranda had a talent, encouraged by her con man father from an early age—she could cry whenever she wanted.

  When Liam had asked her about her clothes at Aaron’s, she’d turned on the waterworks, telling him that she’d called Aaron already and he’d coldly informed her that he’d given her stuff away to any of the other girls in the apartment complex who’d wanted them. There was nothing left for her to go and get.

  “That right bastard!” Liam had said frostily, his pale blue eyes flashing with anger. “We could file charges against him for grand theft, as well as assault and battery, if we chose to, my dear.”

  She had looked at him ruefully through her crocodile tears. “I don’t…I mean, I didn’t really have anything that would qualify as ‘grand’, darling, just some old clothes from Target and Wal-Mart that were getting pretty threadbare anyway.”

  “Well, we’ll soon remedy that,” he had responded, giving her the card and the money and telling her to buy all new things. “I won’t have you walking about in clothes such as those anyway. You’re much too pretty a girl to be forced to wear less than the best.”

  She had nestled into his arms, still gripping the credit card and the hundreds, and kissed him for a long time. When they had finally broken apart, she had looked up at him gratefully and said, “You’re so good to me, Liam. I don’t know how I can ever repay you.”

  He had shuffled around like a bashful ten-year-old boy, his eyes downcast. “No repayment is necessary, I assure you, Randa, darling. I’m just happy you’re here, with me, and that I am able in some small way to help you out of what must have been a terrible ordeal with that Aaron…person!”

  She had moved in even closer, letting her eyes fill with tears again as she did so, and had whispered hopefully, “Does that mean you want me to stay with you for a little while longer, Liam, darling?”

  “As long as you want!” he’d blurted eagerly. “I’d love it if you’d stay…indefinitely.”

  “Indefinitely?” she’d said, making her voice catch as if she were thrilled by what he’d just offered, playing him with the skill of a concert violinist.

  He had grinned and whispered, “Definitely, indefinitely, Miranda; I want you with me so badly I can barely stand it!”

  * * * *

  “That looks way hot on you,” the girl in Tres Chic assured Miranda when she stepped out of the changing booth minutes later, dressed in a pair of sensational two hundred dollar jeans and a designer blouse, unbuttoned to show off her cleavage.

  Miranda smiled at the shop girl and then examined herself critically in the long mirror. She sighed.

  “Yeah, it does, but I think it might look a little too hot,” she told the girl reluctantly at last.

  “How can it be too hot?” the girl, who was maybe a year or two older than Miranda’s twenty-one, asked.

  “My boyfriend is older than me,” Miranda explained. “He’s hot looking and fun and all, but he’s thirty-seven and he’s a professor of English at the U, and he’s British to boot, so he’s pretty conservative. I need some clothes that are attractive, and that make me look good, but that won’t offend the old biddies at a faculty tea, know what I mean?”

  The shop girl, a very attractive redhead, smiled and nodded. “Right this way. We have stuff like that. We’ll get you all put together, never fear.”

  * * * *

  “Fuck! Why do I always
have to be so Goddamned excessive?” Miranda asked herself, walking back and forth in her bedroom, wringing her hands nervously.

  She'd laid her newly purchased wardrobe out on her bed and on hangers scattered around her room. It looked great on her. Every piece was elegant, beautiful, in good taste, and fit her just right…but it had cost over six thousand dollars, all tolled!

  I didn’t have anything! I had one bra and one pair of panties and a coat and jeans and a tee shirt. Oh, and one ratty purse!

  She looked nervously at the clock; Liam would be home soon. Biting her lower lip, she wondered if she should shove some of this stuff into a closet. Maybe she could hide some of it and take it back tomorrow; get a credit on it on his card before he found out how much she’d spent?

  I had to have underwear, and shoes, and at least one other handbag. Surely he’ll understand that? And blouses…I had to have at least a few blouses, and pants, and some more formal things, like dresses.”

  “Darling, where are you?” Liam’s voice came up the stairwell. “I have something for you, Randa!”

  “Fuck me harder,” she whispered under her breath in despair. “He comes home early today, of all days!”

  Looking around miserably at the mass of clothing lining the bed and hung up around the room, Miranda nearly panicked. She grabbed two the more expensive outfits and ran over to the armoire with them, intending to open the door and jam them inside.

  What the fuck was I thinking? She asked herself frantically, reaching for the door handle. Why did I have to buy so much stuff? How could I screw up such a sweet deal so fast? What’s the matter with me—why do I always have to get so greedy?

  “Oh, those are nice!” Liam said, stepping into the doorway, seeing the two outfits Miranda was about to stuff into the cabinet.

  She stopped dead in her tracks, turning to face him, fear etched into her face. He stepped into the room and looked around, seeing all of the clothes strewn about.

  Miranda’s heart was hammering like a kettledrum as he smiled contentedly and went over to the credit card receipt sitting on the foot of the bed atop a pair of charcoal gray slacks. He picked it up and looked at it and Miranda thought her heart would drop right through the floor to the room below.

  “Six thousand, two hundred and ninety seven dollars and eighty one cents,” he read aloud.

  He glanced around the room again and then beamed at her. “You’re a wonderful little shopper, darling. My ex-wife, Ellen, couldn’t have purchased a handbag and a tin of bobby pins for that amount, and just look at all of the marvelous clothes you got!”

  Tossing the receipt back onto the bed he came over to her. He looked at the cocktail dress in her left hand and the stylish pantsuit she held in the other and smiled approvingly.

  “Very nice, darling. And I bet you look super in them, don’t you?”

  “Uh…huh?” Miranda managed to grunt, her heart still pounding.

  She couldn’t quite believe that he didn’t care a bit about six grand worth of clothes charged to his card. While she was getting used to that idea, he took a long jewelry case from the pocket of his suit coat and held it out to her.

  “I got this at lunch today,” he said, smiling and obviously quite pleased with himself. “I nipped round to Rycroft’s, the jeweler I trade with that has a shop near the campus, and picked this up for you. I thought to myself, what are new clothes with no jewelry to go with them? It’s a bit like breakfast cereal with no milk to accompany it, now isn’t it?”

  He opened the case and Miranda sucked in her breath as the most beautiful diamond tennis bracelet she had ever laid eyes on lay sparkling before her. The diamonds were large and bright and numerous—there had to be over thirty of them, all shining like crazy in the low room light.

  “Oh, Liam, it must have cost a fortune!” she sighed, staring at the bracelet longingly. “I can’t let you spend that kind of money on me!”

  He chuckled softly and got it out of the case, draping it over her left wrist and snapping it on. It gleamed as if a quarter inch thick gold and diamond serpent had wrapped itself around her arm.

  “The last time I checked, my dear, I had something like twenty seven million dollars. I think we’ll still be able to afford to keep food on the table if I spend a few thousand on you here and there.”

  She tore her eyes away from the bracelet and looked up at him, her eyes shining with tears that weren’t a bit fake this time. He took the clothes from her, laid them on the bed, then gathered her into his arms.

  “Come, let’s go into our room, darling. I want to see that on you.”

  She looked down at the magnificent piece of jewelry and then back at him, saying, “But it’s already on me.”

  “Yes,” he told her with a sly grin. “But I want to see you wearing it with nothing else to distract from the view.”

  “You mean with no pesky clothes in the way…so you can admire the bracelet all by itself?”

  “Precisely,” he said, taking her hand.

  * * * *

  Miranda bit her lower lip a little harder to keep from screaming, her pussy going off hard. She shuddered under Liam, her knees and arms trembling, his cock ramming deeply into her as he knelt behind her.

  That’s four! He’s been fucking me for twenty minutes and I’ve come four times already!

  She had no idea how he did what he did to her—she had always loved sex and had no problem getting off during intercourse, but never like this—Liam’s cock was like magic inside her. This was insane…spooky, almost, the way he could set her clitty to pulsing into total release, her tits into jerking, throbbing ecstasy as they orgasmed right along with her pussy!

  She heard him gasp, and she knew that he wasn’t far away either. She smiled and decided that it was past time for her to regain the upper hand in bed. Looking back over her shoulder, Miranda stopped lunging back at him and held her hips still.

  “Now you have to decide, sweetheart,” she whispered as sexily as she knew how.

  “Decide what?”

  “Well, you could just keep doing what you’re doing…or, I could turn around, and you could slip that big boy of yours right into my mouth and let me suck it until you come and I swallow it all for you…or…”

  She reached over and opened the nightstand drawer--admiring the way her new bracelet gleamed in the semi-darkness of the bedroom--and took out a tube of sex lubricant she’d bought. She laid it on the bed, where Liam could read what it was.

  “Or, you could finish up back there, if you want, darling,” she finished, her voice low and tantalizing in the quiet of the bedroom. “Any way at all is fine with me.”

  Liam moaned and slid his cock out of her. She felt his hands on her bottom and then he was turning her over, onto her back. She let her legs open wide on either side of him, her gushing slit right below his gleaming shaft.

  “I want you like this tonight, darling,” he said softly, easing back into her as he let a little of his weight down, bending to kiss her as he slid into her again.

  “I don’t want anything exotic right now…I just want to love you, Miranda. I just want to make sweet love to the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known.”

  He began to stroke gently in and out of her, kissing her so tenderly that the breath caught in her throat. She had thought initially that he was going to jackhammer her again, as he had the other night.

  But instead of nailing her to the bed, he held her gently in his arms. His tongue caressed hers. His cock glided slowly in an out, the sheer heft of it stretched her open, drew her sensitive clit against his slick skin as he took her. She twisted under him; he felt incredible, but the way he was doing her made her uneasy, somehow.

  It was so sweet and tender and loving that it made her nervous. She was used to men jamming their dicks into her hungrily, taking her, driving her over the top along with them and their anxious thrusts into her womanhood.

  Seconds later, another of those fierce, completely unexpected climaxes—just like when s
he’d passed out from sensory overload—stole over her. She felt her toes curl and her pussy gripping wildly at his cock.

  “Oh! Oh, Liam!” She pulled her mouth from his, coming hard under him, gasping for breath. “Oh, dear God! How do you do that?”

  “I think love may have something to do with it,” he sighed. “God knows I’ve never been able to do it with any other girl, to make her come that easily or that hard.”

  Miranda gasped, shivering. When he’d mentioned the word “love” just then, her pussy had spasmed crazily around his big dick again, her furious orgasm deepened in intensity! She groaned and held on, her vision doing that red-tinted thing again, her whole body trembling in pure ecstasy beneath him as his cock began spewing its hot load deep into her womb.

  “Ohhhhhhhh! Oh, Jesus, Randa, I love you so…I just can’t seem to help it!” Professor Liam Donnelly murmured as their bodies quivered as one, both of them lost in the heavenly feeling of total release.

  “I…I love you too, darling!” Miranda managed to gasp into his ear, telling him what she knew he wanted to hear from her at that moment.

  Miranda knew how the game was played; she’d told literally dozens of men that she loved them…usually just before she’d clipped them for everything she could get her hands on and stolen away with her score—and out of their lives forever. Now she hung onto Liam for dear life, still trembling, and not just from sexual bliss.

  She looked up at the ceiling; her body felt as good as it ever had. Her heart felt warm and full, her normally strong sex drive totally sated, full of wonder at how right…how completely beautiful everything felt to her at that instant. Had she not been lying just then, for the very first time in her whole life, when she’d told Liam she loved him? Was she really falling in love with this slightly gawky, loveable doofus of a college professor who was so utterly, completely, and impossibly wrong for her?

  Chapter Six

  “Hey, baby, bet you’re surprised to see me, huh?” Miranda crossed her long, sleek legs.