0 comments/ 26784 views/ 1 favorites The Sex Book Ch. 01 By: velvetpie Shana gave herself a secret grin as she slathered oil onto her long, dark legs and over her torso. She was almost ready. She surveyed her body in the mirror and let her eyes slide over her Spanish features, her caramel-colored skin with dusky nipples and small waist, every inch shaved and oiled except for her luxuriant cap of reddish-brown shoulder-length hair. Everything was perfect. She opened the door and took her place in the velvet-lined box, waiting for Rene to arrive. "Hello." He gave her a soft kiss on the cheek as he entered, smiling widely. "Are you ready for this?" "Absolutely." She rubbed her already hardening nipples, making Rene grin with anticipation. "This is going to be quite interesting." "I'll say. I don't think I've ever been asked to keep a hard on for three hours." "I know I've never been asked to fuck one for three hours!" She laughed, giving him a seductive wink. "At least you're cuter than the model I had before." "Oh, really?" "Really. He had these awful buck teeth that got in the way." Shana rubbed her fingers over her nipples, then down over her perfect abs and between her legs, giving her perfectly shaved beaver a slow deep rub. "Got in the way of what?" "Going down on me." She smiled wryly, making herself comfortable on the platform. "I dislike teeth on my clit." "So do I." Rene's comment made Shana laugh and he turned his dark liquid eyes on her, feeling the delicious prick of blood as it began to fill his cock. "I'm glad you think I'm cute because I think you're gorgeous." "You don't think I'm too short?" "Oh, no." He stepped closer, towering over her. "You're just right." Shana smiled. "Then let's have some fun." MacKenzie Miles entered the museum's wide space and took a deep breath. He hated things like this but Jeff Cerbin was his best friend and he had promised to come to the opening. As he passed the first group of people, the whispers began and he sighed unhappily. Fame just wasn't what it was cracked up to be. "Hey, Mac! You made it!" Jeff came sailing over, giving his friend a hug and shoving an icy glass of champagne in his hand. "Thanks for coming." "I'm here for you, Jeff. Congratulations." "Thanks, bud." "Any sales yet?" "Three and that was just in an hour. Can you imagine? I might just sell all the pieces this time." "Well, I've always told you that you were a magnificent painter, even if you were a little obsessed with sex." "Hey, it's a healthy obsession!" As they spoke, Jeff ushered MacKenzie into the bowels of the room that the show was being held in. Jeff's obsession with sex had bled over into his artwork and images of naked women and men filled the canvases, dripping with sweat and various other bodily fluids. MacKenzie had to admit, they were fabulous. He paused in front of one that caught a woman poised to slide onto a man's penis and his attention was fixed on the perfect depiction of her vaginal lips, fat and turgid with blood and pearly with her juices. His unused cock gave a leap in his pants and he looked away, suddenly uncomfortable with his body's response. "Like that one, eh?" "Yeah." MacKenzie reached down and adjusted himself with a little laugh. "A little too much." "It's yours." "No, Jeff. I'll buy it from you." "Nonsense. It's my gift to you. Think of it as payment for bringing your scintillating celebrity to my little show." MacKenzie laughed but made a mental note to send Jeff a check for the piece. It was just too beautiful to accept for free. Jeff continued to lead him around, showing him the various pieces and pointing out influential people in the crowd but a large group caught his eye. "What's going on over there?" "My most expensive pieces, of course." Jeff grinned, clapping MacKenzie on the back. "And a bit of performance art." "Performance art?" MacKenzie weaved his way through the crowd, following the artist and nearly dropped his glass when they broke through. In a large glass case, a man and a woman were making love. It was the most erotic scene that he'd even seen and the woman took his breath away. Her skin was tawny and dusted with gold and stretched unblemished from her tiny feet to her gorgeous face. Her eyes were dark brown and her thick black hair fell in waves over her shoulders, covering parts of her large breasts. The man gently flipped her over onto her knees and allowed the audience to see the juices glistening on his rod before he gently slid it back into her pussy. "That's performance art?" "The best." Jeff grinned, then turned to a patron who wanted to speak with him about purchasing one of the larger pieces. MacKenzie just stared as an idea blossomed in his mind while he watched the man slowly push his stiff cock in and out of the woman. His last photography book had been a smash. Even he couldn't believe that that many people would shell out $200 for a coffee table book, but they had. Now, he would create another book. A sex book. An illustrated Kama Sutra for the modern couple with a decidedly exhibitionistic slant. And if he did it right, he could tie in some of Jeff's paintings and make his friend a fortune as well. He threw his arm around Jeff's shoulders as the man came back over and said, "Tell me what you know about that girl ... " The Sex Book Ch. 02 "That's a fantastic idea!" MacKenzie was glad to hear that Jeff thought his idea was just as great as he himself thought it was. "So, what's her name?" "Her name is Shana Rodrigues and his name is Rene Joubert." "I don't care about the guy, just her." "You don't want Rene? Won't you need a male model for the shots?" "No." Jeff just stared at the photographer as the reason dawned on him. "Oh, Mac, you're not!" "Why the hell not? My dick's just as good as anyone else's." "But with you in them, it becomes porn." "No, it doesn't. It's art. It's art whether you or me or Rene is in the shot. It's art, plain and simple." Jeff shook his head, laughing. "Damn, Mac. I know it's been a long time since you got some but ... " "Doesn't have anything to do with that. I'm a consummate professional, Jeff. The less people involved, the better. I know I can take my own direction." He watched as Rene laid on his back, his rod jutting up into the air. Shana climbed on top of him and spread her pussy lips, touching her pearl as she impaled herself. The look of ecstasy on her face made several people sigh loudly. "And besides, it makes the work more personal. Puts my own stamp on it, you know? Like Madonna's Sex Book, remember that?" "Yeah. I remember that it was scandalous." "And it sold a gazillion copies, too." Jeff shrugged. "Suit yourself, Mac. If you're crazy enough to do it, I'm crazy enough to help you." "Great. I'll call you tomorrow. You can give me her number then." Shana raised and lowered herself on Rene's cock, trying to remain in the moment while desperately trying to catch the tall blond's eye. He had been staring at her for a long time and now, seemed disinterested as he turned away to talk to Jeff Cerbin, the artist. She felt stupid but there was something in his eyes that she liked; a mixture of kindness and loneliness that made her want to reach out and grab him. When he hugged Jeff and headed away, she felt such a strong sense of loss that she forgot to move. "Shana, wake up!" Rene's harsh whisper propelled her into action and she moved up and down again, closing her eyes and imagining that the tall blond man was still watching. Her hands moved over her honey-brown flesh, pinching and pulling her nipples until they were rock-hard nubbins and sliding over her soaking pussy. She looked down at Rene, gave him a sexy smile and bent backwards until her head was touching the floor. He sat up and began to raise his hips, driving his tool deeper inside her. The collective gasp of the crowd caught MacKenzie's ear and his curiosity got the best of him. He went back, hanging at the edge of the crowd and looking over their heads at Shana and Rene. From this angle, he could see Shana's breasts bobbing violently as Rene slammed into her and her lovely mouth was opened wide, tip of her tongue caught between her teeth as she sensuously endured his pounding. Heat crept up to his ears and his cock again wakened, pulsing in rhythm with Rene's thrusts and he bit his finger in an effort to keep quiet. Just then, Shana opened her eyes and connected with the tall man. He was watching. She decided to let herself go. One stroke, then a second and she cried out, her muscles rippling against Rene's cock as a powerful orgasm swept through her. Rene groaned, slipping out of her and fisting his rod as a long rope of semen spurted over her, lacing her skin with white. The crowd gasped and was silent for several moments until a smattering of applause became a thunderous ovation. MacKenzie just stared at the woman, watching her haughtily step from the box and parade around the clapping patrons, her sweaty, oiled body striped with cum. She was just fantastic. She passed by him and gave him a wink when she caught his eye, then turned, disappearing behind the box. He wanted to speak with her but she and Rene were mobbed as soon as they'd donned their robes. He was quite surprised when he felt a gentle weight on his arm and looked down into her eyes. "You weren't leaving, were you?" "I had planned to leave. I just caught up watching you. Very nice performance." "Thanks. I'm glad you enjoyed it." He nodded, embarrassed and wondering if she could see how steel hard his cock still was and cleared his throat. "I was wondering if you'd be interested in working on a project with me." "A project?" Shana took a step back, wondering if her instincts had been wrong about this guy. MacKenzie noticed her change of attitude and smiled. "No, I'm not a pornographer. I'm a photographer. My name's MacKenzie Miles." Shana glanced at his outstretched hand and placed hers in it. "Shana Rodrigues. I'm sorry if I'm staring. I've never met a celebrity before." "Neither have I." He laughed and was pleased to see that she laughed as well. "Say, if you're not busy right now, I'd love to take you out for a drink and tell you about the project." "As long as dinner's included." She rubbed her stomach wistfully. "I haven't eaten since lunch." "Not a problem." "Great. I'll be back in about twenty minutes. I have to take a quick shower first, you know what I mean?" He did know what she meant because if he hadn't damn near bit through his hand, he would have had to clean up as well. "Fine. I'll meet you here." The Sex Book Ch. 03 The conversation over dinner had floored MacKenzie. He had met intelligent women before but he'd never met one as beautiful as Shana. She had graduated from Brown University magna cum laude with a Bachelor's Degree in Computer Programming but had never felt comfortable in the field. The jobs provided her with a lot of money but her creative side missed the art electives that she'd taken in college. "I also found out that I was an exhibitionist. That's how I met Jeff." "Oh, really?" Shana blushed, wondering why she was doing so. "He caught me masturbating on the elevator at the Excelsior." "The glass elevator?" She nodded and he laughed. "You've definitely got some balls, lady!" She shrugged. "I can't help it. I get off on someone watching me when I'm having sex. It makes me cum really hard." She looked up at him, almost shyly. "Like when I saw you watching today." Again, heat crept up to MacKenzie's ears and he knew at once that his face was flaming. He reached for his Frangelico and nearly knocked it over, taking several swallows when he had it firmly in hand. "Performance art is always a rush." Shana smiled, knowing that the photographer had carefully deflected the sexual aspect of the 'performance'. She listened to him as he explained the new book's concept and was taken by how calm and matter-of-fact he was as he talked about sex. It seemed as if he was describing a simple everyday item, like a clock or a pencil, anything but the act of sex. She wondered when the last time he'd had sex was and if it was as plain as the act he was describing. "Forgive me, Mr. Miles ... " "Mac, please." "Mac, I'm sorry to say this, but it sounds boring." He just stared at her for a long moment. "Boring?" "Sex is not a man sticking his penis inside a woman or a woman sucking his dick. It's a very sensual and emotional act that takes place between two human beings." "I'm aware of that." "Well, what you're describing to me sounds like I'm looking at two stick figures getting it on." Shana paused, reaching over and dipping her finger into his liqueur, then painting her lush lips with it. "Describe what I just did." MacKenzie was too disturbed to put her act into words. Just that simple movement had made him understand the difference between what he was describing and real emotional motion. Heat rose in his face again and his cock twitched, his eyes watching the tip of her finger smooth the liquid on, then slide inside for cleaning. He was acutely aware of his body's response and knew that that was what he wanted someone who viewed the book to feel. "I can't." "You can if you try. Come on, Mac. Be a good boy and use your words." Her impish smile made his heart leap and he sat back with an answering grin. "I'm not a wordsmith, Shana, but I understand what you're saying." "Then I'll make a deal with you. You take the pictures, I write the words. You give me writing credit and a percentage of profits." She sat back, her liquid eyes meeting his. "I'll even waive my modeling fee." "How magnanimous of you." He raised his hand, calling the waiter's attention. He ordered a bottle of champagne and waited to speak again until the waiter had filled their flutes. "Here's to success." "Success." Shana smiled and their glasses clinked together. * * * * * Shana sat on the chair, impatiently tapping her foot as MacKenzie set his camera up outside the window. The man was a perfectionist and had spent the last thirty minutes rearranging some of the items in her living room, then another ten fiddling with the camera. All the while, she sat on the uncomfortable Shaker-style chair in an uncomfortable Catholic school girl's uniform, wishing that she had a drink. He was thinking too much. That was the problem. He just needed to learn to react. She reached down and unbuttoned the first three buttons on her white blouse, sliding her hand inside and gripping her warm flesh. Her nipple hardened immediately and she rubbed it, pushing the material back and freeing the other breast. Tingles shot from her breasts to her pussy and she let her other hand wander, lifting the accordion-pleated plaid skirt and rubbing her white cotton-covered crotch. MacKenzie peered through the viewfinder for umpteenth time to check the framing and shot up like a rocket, looking through the window. His eyes hadn't deceived him; Shana was touching herself, her cinnamon thighs falling open as she sought her wet center. He went back to the camera and started taking pictures, his body reacting to the heat she was generating inside. It got so bad that he had to strip his shirt off, beads of sweat gathering on his brow and upper lip while his hard cock threatened to peek out of the leg of his shorts. Shana left her breasts and moved down to her crotch, spreading her legs wide so that he could see the soaked panel of her panties before she slid them down, leaving them looped around her ankles. She usually shaved but when they had discussed the layouts weeks ago, she had decided that she had to have some fur on her pussy, just like a school girl would. The trimmed hair was ingenious, she would later discover, as pearls of her juices clung to the edges like diamonds. He watched as she let her hand slide over her mound, fingers on both sides of her juicy slit pressing the lips together, then releasing them, pressing then releasing until she moved her middle finger over her slit and let it glide over the opening. Her back arched and he saw the beauty of her golden body against the pale chair and white shirt, her ribs coming into stark relief as she gasped at the sensations flowing through her. She rotated a bit, opening his legs to him now, acknowledging the camera's presence and let her finger slide into her pink, wet quim. MacKenzie felt as if he'd been shocked, watching the length of her finger disappearing into her pussy and pre-cum dripped onto his thigh. He reached down and wiped at it, then realized what it was. For a moment, he was caught between tucking his cock back into his shorts or pulling it out the rest of the way. The sight of her glistening finger made the decision for him and he groaned, depressing the button again and again as he stroked his stalk. The camera buzzed that the film was out and he put a new roll in in record time, resuming his stroking without hardly missing a beat. Shana leaned back, leaving the panties hanging on her ankle as she set her leg on the armrest and plunged another finger into her pussy, shivering at the squishy sounds that came from the action. Her nipples stood out proudly and she alternated between the two of them, pinching and pulling the honey-brown aureoles and lifting them to her mouth to suckle. She caught his motion out of the corner of his eye and fought the urge to grin when she noticed that he was jerking off. She suddenly wished he was in here with her, jerking off over her body. She closed her eyes, sliding a third finger in and slowing and lengthening her strokes as she imagined the scent of his sweat and musk in the air and the electric connection that would be sparking between them. His blue-green eyes would close as he neared his climax, his breathing would deepen and without warning ... MacKenzie exploded, his cock pulsing in his hand as ropes of cum flew into the hibiscus bushes and splattered on the stucco siding. Still taking pictures, he watched as she reached her release, her body jerking and her mouth forming an 'O'. She pumped her fingers a few more times, then clamped her hand down on her mound, pressing her legs together rhythmically for a moment before letting her thighs fall open. She pulled her hand away and MacKenzie groaned at the thick, clear juice that covered her entire hand, then groaned again as he watched her lick each finger clean. "You nasty pervert!" Something smashed him on the back of his head and everything went black. The Sex Book Ch. 04 "Oh, my God! I'm so sorry! I didn't know!" "It's okay, Mrs. Campbell. You didn't know." "He was looking in your window and when I saw him with the camera ... " "I know, I know. It's okay, Mrs. Campbell." "What if he's dead?" "He's not dead." MacKenzie sat up, wincing and gingerly rubbing the back of his head. "What the fuck did you hit me with?" The tiny elderly lady proudly held up her walking stick. "Packs a wallop, don't it?" Shana did her best not to laugh as she helped MacKenzie to his feet. "You did a good job protecting me, Mrs. Campbell. I appreciate it." "Protecting you? Shit, she nearly took my head off!" "Next time you jerk off, son, show a little ass. I might not have hit you then." The old woman cackled as she shuffled off and Shana just shook her head, chuckling as she watched her depart. "Is she for real?" MacKenzie went over to his camera, pleased to see that the woman hadn't smashed them up. "Yeah, she's been my neighbor for a long time and she always looks out for me. She's a lesbian." "Oh?" "Yeah. I always make sure to dry off in front of the window in the morning so she can watch." "Pretty obliging, don't you think?" Shana shrugged. "It's the least I can do. She doesn't have much time left on the Earth. It doesn't hurt to give her a thrill." She pushed the grim thoughts away. "How did the pictures come out?" "I won't know till I get them developed." He handed the folded tripod to her. "What possessed you to start without me?" "Same thing that women experience every day. You were taking too long." "And you couldn't wait?" "No." She hefted the equipment and headed toward the front door, once she saw that he had his camera and bag. "Haven't you ever just gotten off because you had to, right then and there?" "No." "No? Never?" "Never. If I feel the need to get off, I wait until I get home." "Are you kidding? How do you keep from cumming?" "Think about something else." "That doesn't help me. I have to do it right then." "Like in the elevator?" "Like in the elevator. Like just now, in my living room." "Would you do it any place?" "Any place, any where, any time." MacKenzie smiled, putting a fresh roll of film into his camera and snapping the back shut. "Then let's go." * * * * * St. Paul's Cathedral was one of the most beautiful churches in the city and MacKenzie had always wanted to use its gorgeous stained glass windows and cool, veined marble as a backdrop. They had to wait until ten before the elderly janitor unlocked the doors and were able to sneak into the main sanctuary once he headed upstairs to do his weekly dusting. "How do you know his schedule?" Shana whispered, crouching in the foyer beside him. "I've been photographing this place for years, waiting for the right time. Come on. We have to hurry because he doesn't spend very long up there." MacKenzie grabbed her hand and quick-walked as fast as he could to the confessionals, opening the priest's door and marveling at the dark red velvet that lined the seat and the rich burnished wood of the box itself. "Wow, pretty nice." "Yeah. Come on. Let's hurry." MacKenzie prepared the camera and flash as Shana stripped, assuming various poses in the tiny space. He felt his cock come to life again, watching her stroke her luscious body through the tiny eye of the viewfinder. There was something exciting about watching her. It wasn't like many of the pornos he'd seen. It was different. Something about her pulled you in and made you care, made you want to see her reach her climax, made you want to know that she was thinking of you all the while. Shana bent over, her shapely ass facing MacKenzie and rubbed her nether lips, making sure to spread her glossy juices over the bottom edges so he could see. He dropped the camera for a quick minute, licked his lips, then raised it again, focusing on her pussy and she wished that she could lean back and feel his tongue on her hot flesh. She pressed her finger in deep and fully leaned against the wall, letting her other finger plunge deeply into her asshole at the same time. MacKenzie's gasp mirrored hers. He watched her plunder her own body, hands moving in concert as she brought herself closer and closer to the edge. His body tingled, feeding off of her passion and her desperation to achieve release and he fought to keep both hands on the camera body, instead of shoving one beefy paw down the front of his pants. She came again, this time wiggling the finger in her asshole as the others remained deeply sunken into her pussy and to the pleasure of his quickening heart, she called his name as she tripped. Catching his breath, he took a few more pictures, then handed her the skirt and blouse. "Why'd you call my name?" "Because I was imagining that I was fucking you." MacKenzie didn't have a chance to reply. The janitor had seen them and shouted from the balcony, angrily gesturing with his dusting wand. MacKenzie grabbed Shana's hand and they ran like hell, out into the bright sunshine, laughing all the way. The Sex Book Ch. 05 The first pictures were fantastic. As MacKenzie rinsed and hung them, he was amazed at how Shana just seemed to leap off the photo paper. He gazed at the sheen of her skin and the wanton expression on her face, feeling tendrils of heat creeping up his spine. The girl was sex, pure and simple. She could seduce the hardest man or woman and have them eating out of her petite hands. What he liked was that she was sexual without being promiscuous. She wasn't just any girl off the street; she was a special girl, the kind a man could dream about fucking and hearing her call his name ... Now why did I think about that? It had certainly been mind-blowing to hear his name gasped from her lips as she crested the wave of passion. He had laid in bed that night, imagining his cock wrapped inside her tight, wet hole while he rode her to ecstasy, her hot breath caressing his ear as she spoke. Gazing at her, he realized that these were easily the best pictures he'd ever taken in his career. And he realized that he was falling in love with her. The second shoot, held three weeks later, was done at a construction site and he had to thank his friend, Jeff, for scoring that. For a catered steak dinner on-site, the foreman had allowed MacKenzie to use the men as models, provided he digitally alter their faces and a week later, the photographer was standing in his darkroom, staring at some of the most thought-provoking, cock hardening scenes he'd ever seen captured on film. One in particular caught and held his attention. He and Jeff had brought an old couch out to the site and used box cutters to make it look ratty. Shana had protested but did as MacKenzie asked, trusting his artist's eye to create a scene. And what a scene it had turned out to be. In this shot, Shana was masturbating for the camera, staring straight into her eyes as she always did now, frigging herself to an orgasm and miraculously, three of the five workers had popped at the same time. Spurts of cum caught in mid-air were aimed at her oiled brown body and MacKenzie had to admit that he would never have been able to do that if he'd choreographed it. The shots were amazing and so was Shana. He had attended another performance art show that she and Rene had done for another artist and if the first one he'd seen was hot, this one had his senses smoking. He didn't understand until he noticed that she was seeking him out in the crowd. She was performing for him! Just the knowledge of that had sent him racing to the bathroom, slamming the stall door shut behind him as he madly fumbled to get his prick free. It took a record eight strokes before he was groaning and squirting cum all over the back of the toilet lid, his entire body trembling. He returned in time to see Shana's climax, making sure that she found his eyes as she tripped. Later, when he collected her, she had given him a shy smile, nudging him. "You came, didn't you?" "No." "Yes, you did. You ran out of here like your pants were on fire." "They were. I had to take a dump." "Yeah, I know what you dumped and it wasn't shit." She gave him another knowing nudge. "You know, there's nothing wrong with liking to watch people get off." MacKenzie gave a noncommittal shrug and she laughed. "You certainly like watching me." "Well, that's because it's you." Shana stopped him, her hand on his arm. "MacKenzie, do you like me?" "Of course I like you." "No, you know what I mean." For some odd reason, he couldn't speak. That's because MacKenzie William Miles always spoke through his images and this beauty was rendering him speechless. She took pity on his plight and moved close, wrapping one warm hand around his neck and pulled his mouth down to hers. For one, long, heart-stopping moment, nothing else existed but the softness of her lips and the warm wetness of her tongue. He felt light-headed when she pulled away, her eyes gleaming. "Come with me. Let me show you something." Shana led MacKenzie up a flight of stairs in the museum and into a roped-off area where a huge marble sculpture of a palm rested, bathed in creamy gold light. He'd seen the piece before but couldn't place the artist's name. However, that didn't matter when she dropped her robe and climbed over the railing, settling into the rounded palm. She began slowly, running her hands all over her body, her eyes connecting with his. This was what she wanted him to do to her. She kept her eyes trained on his as she caressed her hot skin, taking the time to push her thick hair aside and rub her neck and shoulders. Mmm, that feels so good ... She crossed her armpit, heading for a nipple and licked her fingertip before dragging it across her sensitive skin, making it pucker even harder. "Do you want me, Mac?" The Sex Book Ch. 06 Do you want me, Mac? Her provocative whisper rumbled through his head, his body already answered as his prick thickened with blood and a shiver raced along the length of his spine, raising goosebumps on his arms. His tongue felt like it was stuck to the roof of his mouth but he managed to rasp out, "Yes." "Then tell me what you want me to do." This was a test. He knew it and she knew it. MacKenzie pushed aside his worries and stepped closer to the railing, looking up at the beautiful sight of her spread-eagled body, gleaming in the light. His hand closed over his cock, giving it a healthy squeeze. "I want you to play with yourself." "How?" Shana stretched like a cat, knowing his eyes were glued to the long lines of her supple body. "Tell me how." She wet her fingers and drew them around her nipples again, then blew on them, making them harden before his eyes. She hissed at the sudden pain, squeezing her legs together. "Use your words, baby." A quiver vibrated through him and he found himself almost mesmerized by the power she was giving him in her words. "I want you to pretend that I'm watching you through your bedroom window and touch yourself like you'd want me to touch you." Shana let the feelings overtake her and her hands moved of their own accord, cupping her breasts and weighing them, then sliding over her smooth stomach to her well-trimmed pussy. She did as she hoped he would do; she teased herself, rubbing her mound and pulling the flesh back, exposing her puffy clit to the air but denying it her touch. She watched as he unbuttoned his shirt, letting the edges fall open as he openly stroked his chest. "Rub your clit." Ordered by his words, her hand moved down, her finger targeting the tiny bud that hid under the fleshy cliff of her mound. The moment her fingertip touched the sensitive nub, a bolt of electricity moved through her body, making the tips of her nipples tingle in hardness. She pressed against it and threw her head back as another bolt rushed through her, this time, pooling in her pussy and making her explode in an orgasm that bent her body backward. Her whimper made a wave of heat break across MacKenzie's body and his hand burrowed into his pants, desperately trying to reach his throbbing cock. He couldn't and he paused for only a few seconds before unzipping his pants, pulling his stiff prick out and giving it a long, slow stroke. He shuddered, his eyes locked onto her, watching as her taut body relaxed, her toes remaining tightly curled. Her eyes met his again and something moved through him. He tossed his shirt to the floor, stepped out of his pants and climbed over the railing. The look in his eyes made Shana shiver in a combination of terror and excitement. She didn't think she'd ever felt as alive as she felt right now. She welcomed the dark promise in MacKenzie's eyes and opened her arms to him, sighing in pleasure as his warm weight settled on top of hers. His mouth covered hers a second later and she moaned at the forceful thrust of his tongue, swooping into her mouth and exerting control over her. A moment later, she was nearly screaming in pleasure as his thick photographer's fingers found their way into her wet hole, moving inside her and driving the breath from her lungs. MacKenzie lifted his head and met her eyes, loving how she clutched his shoulders as her body responded to his touch, her eyes glassy and her breaths shallow. Time slowed and nothing became more important than her orgasm. He heard every breath she took and the passion that rocketed through her made his heart skip a few beats. His eyes locked onto hers and chills traveled up his spine as he watched her eyes glaze, then cross, then close as she tripped, glorying in the feel of her muscles gripping his fingers. Shana gasped, allowing herself to ride the wave and the sensations she felt were like none she'd ever felt before. In the short time she'd known Mac, she'd watched him come out of his shell and was proud of what he'd accomplished but she never would have imagined that he would take to the water like the fish he'd turned out to be. She trembled with aftershocks, holding onto him as she coated his fingers with cum. Even after that, she wanted more and it was only a few words away. "Mac, I love you." The Sex Book Ch. 07 MacKenzie Miles stared at the beautiful woman, unsure of what he'd just heard. "What?" "You heard me." Shana wanted to sound sure of herself but her voice broke and she didn't know how to cover that. "Yes, I did." He took a breath, giving her a teasing rub and moved over her, his cock throbbing with a heartbeat of its own. "So what do you want me to do about it?" He was surprised to see tears forming in her eyes and swooped down to kiss them away, angry at himself for not realizing how fragile she was. She had opened herself up to him and he had responded like an insensitive cad. "I'm sorry, Shana. Don't cry." He paused, wiping the tear tracks from her cheeks. "I just don't know how to follow that up." "That's okay, Mac. I understand." She tried to sit up but he stopped her. "Where are you going?" "Home. It's getting late ... " "Shana, I know I hurt your feelings but don't close yourself up to me. Not now." MacKenzie moved behind her, letting his hands roam over her dropping shoulders. "It's been a long time since I connected so well with someone. I'm almost afraid to believe that it's real." "But it is, isn't it?" MacKenzie turned her around, looking deep into her soft, liquid eyes. "It is to me." He took a deep breath, releasing some of his demons. "Shana, make love to me." "What?" Her heart was pounding so loud that she thought she was hearing things. Had he really just asked her to make love to him? "I know that guys don't usually ask ... " Shana touched her trembling fingers to his lips, astonished at the raw emotion that he was allowing her to see. "That was the most beautiful thing any man has ever said to me." MacKenzie kissed her, relief sweeping through him like a dam bursting its walls and he gave in to the ensuing passion, releasing the vise grip he'd had on his emotions for so long. He felt her tremble as he pressed her down and moaned when she molded her luscious body to his. His hands traveled over her skin, following the curve of her hip and delving into the dark valley between. Her breathy whimper made his cock pulse and he repeated the action that had brought the response, lazily rubbing the back of his knuckles against her mound. His mouth moved slowly, leaving a warm, wet trail down her body as he paused to taste her fat nipples on the way past her belly. When the tip of his tongue curled into her belly button, she couldn't help jerking in his hands, reacting to the tingles that suddenly shot through her body. He flicked the tiny dimple again, pleased to know that he'd discovered a secret spot on her body and made a mental note to learn the rest. Her trembling became more pronounced the closer he came to the juncture of her legs and he rose up, meeting her eyes and holding them as he pressed her knees apart. Shana shuddered, looking down at MacKenzie. The look in his eyes was so dark and lust-filled that she was almost afraid. But she couldn't look away; she didn't want to. She wanted him to travel to that place and unleash the beast upon her. She'd seen that side of him while he worked and knew that it lived beneath the surface, but she wanted to see it and feel it. And best of all, she wanted to know that the beast belonged to her and her alone. When his tongue licked her pussy from the bottom of her slit to the top, pressing hard on her clit, she exploded with a sensual violence she'd never known, gasping for breath and looping her fingers through his curly hair. He hummed as he attacked her pussy again and again, coaxing her pearly cream onto his tongue. Her body vibrated in his arms, tensing with orgasms and after-shocks and he held onto her with a firm grip, refusing to stop until she'd reached the final one. "Mac!" A huge climax was upon her, rendering her breathless and nearly senseless as she was swept aloft and quickly hurled to Earth. The two fingers that he'd buried in her and the third in her ass wriggled, impossibly heightening her pleasure and bringing on two smaller but just as powerful orgasms. Applause broke out from a group of people who had heard their noises and came up to watch and MacKenzie blushed in naked embarrassment. When Shana was finally able to draw a deep breath, she opened her eyes, looking up at him with a smile. "I thought I was supposed to be making love to you." "Couldn't help myself." He whispered, covering her mouth with his. "You bring out the beast in me." She smiled and let him help her sit up, glancing around at the enlarging crowd, then back at him. Suddenly, she didn't want to share this moment with anyone but him. "Let's go home. I have an idea." The Sex Book Ch. 08 The ride home had been exhilarating. The MacKenzie Miles that she had met all those weeks ago had suddenly become a hot, sensual man. She slid into the cab and listened as he gave the cab driver directions to the studio, then turned to her, his arm snaking around her shoulders. His mouth softly took her again, his tongue dancing against her and drawing a deep moan from her. But when he pulled back, she saw the same delightful darkness in the depths of his eyes and a cold shiver ran through her. She felt his hand slowly sliding up her leg, creeping under the hem of her dress and finding the lace front panel of her thong panties. With a slight movement, his fingers moved beneath the fabric, smoothing her pud before following the string down and into the folds of her gushing pussy. Shana moaned, grasping his hand to tell him to stop but he whispered something that made more cold chills rip through her. "Watch him watching us." Her eyes swung to the cabbie's rear-view mirror and connected with the man's hungry eyes, sending a hot thrill rushing directly to her pussy and liquid results onto his stroking fingers. MacKenzie just let the very tips of his fingers tease her slit open, rubbing from top to bottom and just barely grazing her hole. He noticed that she sank a little further into the seat and opened her legs but he refused to assuage her need. He continued his slow stroking, watching the need rise in her face until she was flushed and panting. "Do you want it?" "Yes." She gasped, still staring into the rear-view mirror. "Yes, please!" MacKenzie pressed three fingers inside her slit, slowly and completely, giving her a slight push up at the end and curling his fingers inside her. She shook so hard that he thought something was wrong but she called out his name, throwing her head back and gasping as her pussy muscles gripped him. The cabbie swerved, narrowly avoiding an accident and muttered a curse word as he watched Mac lick his fingers clean. When they arrived at the studio, he could barely keep his hands off of her, pressing her to the wall inside the elevator and grinding his hips against hers. Shana responded with her own animalistic passion, fueled by his willingness to accept her need to be watched and by the cabbie's reaction. She pushed back against him, her hands wildly roaming, then moving down to his pants and flipping the buckle open. MacKenzie growled when her hand closed around his cock, thrusting his tongue into her mouth as she stroked his silky skin. The front of his underwear was drenched with pre-cum and dropped to her knees, peeling his jeans far enough away so that she could suck on the spot, tonguing the head through the wet cotton. MacKenzie stumbled backwards, propelled by her push and banged against the wall, gasping as she pulled his underwear down and sucked the sticky head of his cock into her mouth. For a few minutes, the center of his world was her warm mouth as it slid around his flesh, first slowly, then quickly, then slowing down again, making him grit his teeth with frustration. The elevator jerked to a stop and she stood, pulling the gates up while he stepped out of his pants. MacKenzie unlocked the door and walked her in, frantically stripping his clothes as she did and carried her into the bedroom, kissing her soft mouth the entire way. When he laid her down, the enormity of the moment overtook him and he pulled back to look at her. This is the woman I love, his heart spoke to him. This may be the end of my loneliness. She seemed to sense his feelings and ran her hands up his arms, rising to wrap her arms around his shoulders, gently pushing him back. "My turn." She murmured, bending to suck on his tongue before swooping back down on his dribbling cock. He groaned loudly, trying to think about something other than the beautiful woman that was about to make him cum. Just then, she wrapped her hand firmly around the head, waiting until the flexing had stopped, then climbed on top of him, letting his wet tool slid into the valley of her ass crack. Shana took her time sliding her hips up over his groin, making him desperate with anticipation until she finally moved back, taking his cock into her juicy pussy. The sensation of his meat parting her flesh was delicious and she tried to move as slow as possible but couldn't resist slamming the last inch home. His body jerked with hers and she caught his hands, intertwining her fingers with his as she began to move. She caught his eyes, bending to suck on one of his nipples and smiled when he shouted, his body jackknifing and driving his cock deeper into her. MacKenzie forced his eyes open, staring into Shana's eyes, loving the sight of the lust overtaking her and darkening her already dark eyes. He fell under her spell, effortlessly moving with her as her efforts brought them closer and closer to the edge. She released his hands and flipped them over, whispering the word, "Together." It took six quick strokes and MacKenzie took his lover over the edge. He gripped her fingers as her pussy gripped his spurting cock, capturing her mouth and sharing passionate kisses until the storm had passed and he could breathe again. He pulled her down against him, pulling her close and enjoying the softness of her warm breath caressing his cheek as they cuddled together. "That was fantastic. Now, what was your idea?" The Sex Book Ch. 09 "That's a great picture." Jeff startled Shana out of her daydream as he looked over her shoulder at a picture of MacKenzie, his eyes half-closed and his mouth open as an orgasm held him in its grasp. "It's one of my favorites." "That was a great idea you had. Putting cameras on your heads." They stopped in front of another photo, this one of Shana's mouth just as she pulled back from sucking MacKenzie's tool. A thin line of semen arched from her bottom lip to his slit and her lips were shiny with his cum. "I've never seen a book of this type sell this well." "Well, leave it up to Mac. He's a great photographer." "And a great salesman! He's even got my paintings selling better than before! Now I can hardly keep up!" Shana grinned. "Be careful what you wish for." She checked her watch and glanced around. The party for the 10th printing was going on full blast and MacKenzie was nowhere to be found. "Mac did say to meet him here, yes?" "Yes. He told me to pick you up and he'd meet us here." Someone yelled his name and Jeff waved at the person. "I've got to talk to a buyer, sweetie. See you in a few." Shana nodded, smoothing the edges of her satin sheath with nervous hands. Maybe he was still angry at her for yelling at him this morning. But she was right. The book was so popular that he was wearing himself out and she wanted him to take some time off. She wasn't asking for too much, was she? When the waiter touched her elbow, she thought it was MacKenzie and nearly started to cry when she saw that it wasn't. "I'm sorry, ma'am, but he asked me to have you meet him in the Orb." She looked up and smiled when she saw MacKenzie standing in of one of the museum's most well-known rooms, a clear glass orb suspended above the crowd and affixed to the wall. It was able to hold the weight of six people and her man was inside, nattily dressed in a tuxedo with his hair properly coiffed. She ran up the stairs and threw herself into his arms, tears of joy pricking her eyes when he crushed her to him. "I thought you were still mad at me." "Shana, we've been together for two years and you still don't know me?" He laughed, wiping her tears away. "You were right, baby. We've been doing nothing but living this book ever since we've been together." "It's been pretty living it, wouldn't you say?" "No, I wouldn't." The harsh tone of MacKenzie's voice startled the laughter out of her throat and she stared at him, her heart dropping into the pit of her stomach. "What do you mean, Mac?" "I mean, I'm done with you." MacKenzie turned his back on her, rubbing his temples. He knew that she was upset but he didn't know any other way to tell her. "I'm done with you being my model." "What?" She bit back a sob, her eyes flooding with tears. "You can't mean that!" "Well, I do. You're done. You're done being my model." He dropped down to one knee, fishing the small black box out of his pocket and springing the lid open. "I'd rather have you as my wife. Would you do me the honor of being my personal sex model and making love to me every day for the rest of our lives?" Shana threw herself into his arms, screaming her joy to anyone who could hear it. "Yes, yes, yes!" MacKenzie sighed with relief, burying his face into her shoulder and hiding his own tears. "I don't want to live without you, Shana. You're more than just my model and my lover. You're my muse and the keeper of my soul. I love you." "Oh, I love you so much, Mac!" A loud burst of applause broke them apart and they looked down the hallway at their friends and well-wishers, Jeff leading them all with tears in his eyes. "Well, Mac, it's time for another book." He linked his arm in Shana's as the threesome walked down the hall, heading for a glass of champagne downstairs. "And I have just the ticket." MacKenzie looked from his best friend to his fiancée. "Have you two been talking?" "Of course we have." Shana grinned, giving his arm a squeeze. "How about an illustrated version of the Kama Sutra?" MacKenzie just shook his head and smiled.