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Writer ponders Nude Day. Is it just about being naked?

Eric held out his hand, and helped Kristine to her feet, and she gasped in shock as she felt the balls move in her, bumping against each other. Gingerly she moved to the edge of the bed, trying to keep them from moving, a nearly impossible feat. By the time she was standing up her breath was coming in quiet gasps, and her nipples were hard little pebbles beneath her dress.

Eric smiled in satisfaction at the look on her face, and held out his elbow for her to take. "Shall we?"

Trying desperately to walk normally, Kristine allowed him to lead her to the dining room, each step jarring the horrible balls deep inside her. By the time they stepped into the room, Kristine's breathing was harsh, her eyes glazed. On the table were two plates of food. Kristine turned heated eyes to Eric's.

"My Lord . . ." she gasped.

Almost benevolently Eric patted her bottom. "I know." he said sympathetically, his lips curving. "But you'll survive."

Eric led her to her seat, and watched her try to get comfortable, before sitting down next to her. "Eat." he ordered.

Kristine forced herself to take a bite of the wonderful food, shifting uncomfortably. She blushed at the glittering look in Eric's eyes, as he slowly lifted his fork to his mouth. Finally unable to stand it any longer, she reached out and grabbed his hand with both of hers. "Eric, please take them out. Please?" she begged sweetly.

Eric pulled her to her feet, and exchanged a sweet kiss with her. "Go lock the doors." he said.

Slowly and carefully Kristine walked over to the doors, locked them, and moved back to stand between Eric's strong thighs. Impatiently she shifted from foot to foot, awaiting his next command. A strong hand on her shoulder, Eric pushed until she was kneeling at his feet. Slowly, teasingly he slid his hand under her bodice, his palm rubbing over her aching nipples. Kristine whimpered, and strained away.

"No, m'lord." she whispered, not sure she could bear the exquisite sensations. Eric raised a warning eyebrow, and Kristine forced herself to hold still, her still smarting ass a reminder of the folly of disobedience. Eric continued caressing her breast, gently tweaking the nipple.

"Pull up your skirt." he said roughly. Trembling uncertainly, Kristine slowly lifted her skirt, holding it at her waist. Eric's breath caught in his chest at the sweet picture she made, her innocent face flushed with desire, the skirts of her dress framing her pretty pussy. Slowly he lowered a hand, and ran it through the moisture between the lips of her femininity, relishing the soft sound that issued from her mouth. She'd thrown back her head in abandonment, her eyes were closed, soft lips parted to accommodate her gasp and groans. Reaching behind her to grabb a handful of her heavy black hair, Eric pulled her mouth to his.

Tenderly his lips closed over hers, his tongue coming out to gently stroke hers, coaxing her into a sweet response. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he gently lowered her to the floor, settling between her legs, their lips never parting. Kristine's arms came up to wrap around his neck, holding him to her, her neck arched wantonly. Lowering his hand to his pants, Ericloosening them. He hooked his arms under Kristine's legs, bringing them up to her shoulders, and exposing her fully. Restlessly Kristine tossed her head, needing him desperately. Eric ran a finger through her moisture and moving it down, coating the little rosebud there. Kristine whimpered, and wiggled her hips, wanting his hand to return to where she burned.

"Please, please, m'lord. Please . . ." Slowly, carefully Eric inserted his finger into her tight ass, and Kristine gasped, then groaned as the Ben Wa balls shifted in her. Another finger, and then another, and Eric knew that Kristine was ready to take him. Eric pulled back his hand, and carefully placed the head of his cock at her asshole, slowly but firmly pushing in, his hands at her waist, holding her there.

Kristine cried out as the head of his shaft breached the tight ring of muscle that

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