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  With her seduction of Max begun in the shower, she toweled him off and brought him into the bedroom. She skillfully altered their conversation, now engaging him in more personal interests and humor, which was intended to lead him farther from his boardroom.

  After another hour of her firm body arousing his own and her sharp wit seducing his mind, the bubble popped and he was present in the room with her once again.

  Nicole began her love making with Max using her mouth, lips, and tongue, advancing into her throat soon after. Max's hips slowly convulsed as he strained for control. She let him strain. He was already hers, mind and body. She brought him to the brink of climax, right at the point where the agony of bliss threatened, and then let him escape. Then she brought him to the brink again.

  Toying with his libido was a pleasure Max never seemed to tire of, but he had to be out of his bubble to enjoy the game. Inside his bubble, he would simply fuck her and go about his day like he did with his secretary this afternoon. There was no interest and no energy inside his world-bubble for games, or luxurious expenditures of time. Time was money and power -- no one sane wasted time.

  Once he was close to losing the cat and mouse game with his climax, she straddled him and worked his hard, vibrantly aroused cock inside of her pussy. Then, she gave him a surprise.

  "Holy shit, Nicole! What are you doing?" Max gasped, as she began her special technique. She only recently decided that her skill was strong enough for the show.

  "Do you like that, lover?" she asked, playfully lifting the corners of her mouth into a mischievous grin.

  "Fuck! It's, it's fucking amazing!"

  "It's called Pompoir. It is a technique that uses my pussy muscles to massage your cock without all that humping around stuff," she explained with a sly grin.

  "I kind of like that ‘humping around stuff,’" he said, returning her grin.

  "Do you want me to stop? I promise, climax this way is going to be very fulfilling for you," she said as she leaned down and kissed him deeply.

  As they kissed, she focused more energy and concentration on the rhythmic, rippling pulses of her muscles, enticing him to greater heights of arousal. The stimulation of this technique was reported to be quite a delicacy, as well as very intimate and intense.

  "I can't believe you are doing that. I can fucking feel individual muscles," Max gasped as his hips twisted and rocked with pre-climax spasms. "How the fuck did you learn how to do that?" he groaned, fighting against the sensations in an attempt to prolong his time before orgasm. She liked to watch him struggle, knowing that if she altered her movements and squeezed him a little harder, he would climax explosively, but this was his time, not her time.

  "Ben Wa balls and other things," she answered with innocent tones in her voice. "I wanted to give you something special tonight, something you will remember."

  "Shit, I'll never forget this," his voice promised, but she knew that was at least a partial lie. Once he was back in his office tomorrow morning, he wouldn't give pompoir another thought. Pussy was only for the release of distracting tensions in Max's normal world and not thought about at other times.

  After fifteen minutes of intense pompoir, Max's hip and ab muscles contracted and spasmed wildly. His cock heated up and hardened. Then with savage movements, he gripped her hips in his hands and thrust his cock convulsively into her. The orgasm rolled his eyes. With careful observation and perfect control, she worked his cock with sporadic blasts of deep kneading and strong, gripping applications of pompoir stimulation in an effort to prolong his climax. She thought of these efforts to be comparable to normal pompoir, as sprinting dashes are comparable to running a five-kilometer course.

  It wasn’t long at all until Max’s body was overwrought from the prolonged throes of his climax. His hands opened, then seemed to clutch and grasp at nothing for a moment, and then they fell helplessly away to the bed while his hips twisted and thrust and clutched in a way that suggested live wires were popping inside. His chest heaved and gasped with sporadic attempts for air. Then she let him go and his body thrashed for another set of brief spasms before coming to rest.

  She lay beside him, her head on his chest, listening to his heart. When she felt he had come down enough, she said, "An ocean retreat would be nice right now, don't you think?"

  "I'll be going to San Diego in the morning," he told her.

  She lifted her head up and looked at him, "Visiting Sarah?"

  "Yes. I'll be gone for at least a month, probably two."

  "I'll miss you, but Sarah needs her father. It is good you have decided to take the time."

  He looked briefly away and then met her eyes again.

  After seeing this, she said, "I see. Not all personal, is it?"

  Searching her face, he said, "No, it's not, but I'll spend most my time with her. I promise."

  "You don't have to promise me, Max. I just care about you and I was really happy to hear you were going to spend a month with your daughter. It's something you really need. Hell, you've needed it for a long time. Both of you do."

  Max nodded his head, "You're right and I'll use the time wisely with her."

  She returned her cheek to his chest, nuzzling him a little, "Good, Max. This heart of yours will thank you. It's so good to hear it not broken, but there are still missing beats, beats only she's going to fill for you."

  After an hour of conversation, kisses, and soothing, he began rubbing her more intently and seeking her breasts. She lifted herself up, coming fully into his arms, and then let him make love to her slowly. She performed for him as sensuously as her training currently allowed. She dove into his needs, offering intimate connections to her. She remained fully focused on his body and the level of his arousal, so that she could moan at the right time or gasp in surprise at his thrust, or, perhaps, suddenly become vulnerable and shed a tear. She climaxed for him, just the way he enjoyed feeling and hearing that conquest of her body.

  Max liked to see her scratch and claw weakly while she begged with a feeble helplessness in her voice against the power of the climax he brought her to.

  She had to be careful, though. It was a serious turn on for him to see her like that, so if performed too deeply, he would climax quickly and spoil the grander fulfillment she had waiting for him down the road.

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