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'Oh, John,' she gasped, her breath taken away by his powerful presence. 'Harder.
Please
, fuck me harder.'

John responded immediately, thrusting himself into her deeper as she raised her legs above the sides of the chair. With each thrust his long, thick cock stretched her tight lips, and at the peak of each push the base of his penis connected with the pink, wet mound of her clitoris, sending waves of pleasure flowing through Amy's body.

John braced his hands against the back of the chair and dipped down his head to kiss her, his tongue slipping in and out of her mouth as he thrust in and out of her. He teased the tip of her tongue with his, matching his movements with his penis, sliding the thick head against the lips of her pussy, and when he felt she couldn't take any more he pushed firmly forward, simultaneously thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth.

Amy came quickly, releasing years of bottled up energy in one ecstatic burst. Her pussy tightened, her muscles clenching around John's thick shaft, and a long, deep moan broke from her lips as she turned her head to one side.

As her body pulsed with the power of her climax she felt John cum into her, his strong jet of semen filling her as he arched his back and his abs flexed. Their loud, ecstatic voices echoed around the terrace as they both came, only to be drowned out by the sound of John's helicopter passing overhead, whipping the awning as if by a hurricane, and came in to touch down on John's private helipad.

Amy pulled herself up suddenly, her legs wrapped tight around John's back. 'The Japanese! You have to go to your meeting!' Today was the signing of a long planned contract that would put Trent GPS technology in every new Toyota for the next ten years. Amy had negotiated many of the terms herself.

John glanced up towards the helipad, then back at Amy. 'Screw the Japanese. We'll go to Tokyo next week. Come on!'

John quickly pulled out of Amy, wincing as he moved his tender, still spurting cock too quickly as Yoshi, John's Asian envoy, began to descend the stairway from the helipad. John took Amy's hand and lifted her from the chair, pulling her quickly back across the terrace and into the apartment.

Once inside the door slid closed automatically, and with the push of a button on a wall console the glass darkened, becoming opaque from the outside and dimming the bright sun inside. Yoshi reached the bottom of the stairs, crossed the terrace and pressed the call button on the corresponding console outside, and as the bell rang John and Amy stood naked, just inches from Yoshi on the other side of the glass, and John held a finger to her lips.
Quiet.

The intercom beeped. 'Mr. Trent,' his heavily accented voice echoed through the apartment. 'Mr. Trent, are you home? It's time to meet with Toyota.'

Hearing no answer, Yoshi looked impatiently at his watch. He pulled out his cellphone to dial John's number, and span around in surprise as it began to ring from John's crumpled pants beside the fountain.

Using the distraction of the phone to make their getaway, John pulled Amy towards the bedroom as she tried to stifle a giggle. At the bedroom door John paused to shut off the intercom and quickly brought up a display of his schedule, wiping his appointments for the rest of the day with a flick of a finger.

Amy was waiting for him just beyond the door, and the moment he walked through she was on him, kissing his body firmly, hungrily as she dropped to her knees. She wrapped her hands around his firm, tight buttocks and pulled him towards her, his dripping erection still strong and ready.

She'd dreamed of this many times, just grabbing him and taking his cock in her mouth without a word. It was always lingering on the edge of her mind as they sat in the back of his limo, worked late in his office or sat beside each other on his jet. Always the thought fought for attention.
What if I just got down on my knees and took him?
Her fear had always stopped her from making a move, but now, as she slid her lips over the thick, wet head of his cock she enjoyed the thought that she could do this whenever she wanted.

John staggered against the wall as she ran her tongue from base to tip, his legs turning to jelly. He recovered in a moment, and took the back of her head gently in one hand. Silently she moved back and forth, guided by his strong hand, and the only sound in the room was the quiet, wet lapping of her tongue and, in the distance, the sound of the rotors of the helicopter coming up to takeoff speed.

'Oh my God!' John gasped through ragged breaths. 'Don't stop. This feels incredible.'

Amy would never dream of stopping. After years of waiting she'd finally got her prize, and she wasn't about to let it go now. She pulled him closer, digging her nails into his firm ass as she brought him further into her mouth. His cock was on fire, her mouth filled with its heat, and she greedily slurped until she felt his muscles tighten in her hands.

Amy quickly pulled her lips away, grasping John's hot, wet shaft in her hand as he came. His cum burst forth in a long jet, spraying her chest and running down her body. She moved in and caught a second squirt on her tongue, using her free hand to stroke her dripping breasts, feeling her firm, pert nipples respond to her touch.

John's knees shook as he came, his body drained of energy by the force of his climax. He folded to the ground and pulled her down with him, and the two lay spent on the thick pile of the carpet, gasping and panting.

'I love you,' John whispered, his eyes closed and a hand on his chest. Amy rolled over, swinging a leg over him, and brought an arm under his head to cradle his trembling body. 'I love you, John.'

John reached up to the wall, slapping the screen on the console, and through the bathroom door Amy heard the sound of running water. John grinned. 'Let's take a bath. I'm exhausted.'

They lay there for a few minutes in silence, listening to the sound of the bath filling and feeling each other's heart beating, and then crawled to their feet and across the room. At the threshold to the bathroom John slapped Amy's pert ass lightly, then took her hand and guided her to the edge of the sunken bath tub.

Amy had never seen this bathroom, hidden so deep in the apartment, though as soon as she stepped over the threshold she resolved to take baths here as often as possible. The rim of the sunken marble tub stopped at floor to ceiling windows that slid aside as they entered, opening the room to the sounds of the city. The bright sunshine flooded in and sparkled on the surface of the water, spreading in glittering ripples as John and Amy stepped down into the bath.

Amy dropped down to her knees, resting her head in her arms as she looked out the window to the park, and John lowered himself behind her. Far below joggers ran around the lake and families picnicked on the grass, the vast expanse of green soothing Amy as John began to gently stroke her back. She spread her legs for John, reaching behind her to grip his thigh and pull him in towards her.

John slipped into her pussy smoothly, just beneath the surface of the water. She gripped the sill of the window and pushed back on his cock, feeling a thrill run through her as the base of his penis met her pert, wet ass. Beneath her her nipples touched the water lightly as the ripples spread around them, splashing her breasts as John slid in and out of her.

Amy closed her eyes, cradling her head in the crook of her arm, and felt the warm sun beat down on her. A light breeze blew in the window, chilling her wherever her wet skin emerged from the water. A shiver ran through her as the warm water splashed over her pussy, and she felt John pick up a shower head and turn on a strong spray.

As soon as he touched the shower head to her body she bucked and writhed. John thrust his penis deep into her, running a fine spray over her breasts. She moaned, wishing for the moment to go on forever. The cool breeze, hot sun and warm water made her aware of every inch of her body, and she gripped harder on the sill as John slowly moved the shower head down to her pussy.

With a flick of his thumb the spray intensified to a point, focusing on her firm, swollen clit. She gasped as the jet touched her, shocked for a moment at the force, and then pushed herself down onto the jet. She could feel an orgasm approaching, but wanted to hold off until John came into her.

She didn't wait long. Behind her she felt John thrust more powerfully, frantically and hungrily, and it was only moments before he gasped with joy. 'I'm coming, Amy!' she pushed back, drawing him deep into her body, and felt waves of electricity pulse through her body. John dropped the shower head, sending a powerful spray of water cascading down to the street below, and while John gripped her sides and filled her with his cum she gripped onto the sill for dear life, yelling through the open window.

'Oh John! Fuck me harder! Fuck me deep!' He increased his speed, pounding her body as he came. Water splashed over the sides, pouring over the window sill, and Amy felt as if every drop would be gone from the tub by the time they were finished.

After a long, blissful moment as they both came in unison she felt John slide his spent cock from her pussy, falling sideways in exhaustion into the water. She turned, floating happily on the surface, and kissed him deeply as they basked in post-orgasmic bliss.

Amy closed her eyes as if to sleep, her mind empty of all but happiness. For what felt like hours they lay, side by side, and drifted in the water as it grew cool, waiting until they felt the chill before slowly climbing out and drying off.

Every few moments John moved in for another kiss, as if to remind himself that Amy was really there, standing naked and dripping before him. Neither really knew where this would lead, but both knew that their lives lay ahead of them, and both knew that they wanted to face the future together.

'I'm hungry,' said Amy, the first words either had spoken in an hour.

'Now that you mention it,' replied John, 'me too.'

Amy smiled. 'Hot dogs?'

'Good call.' That beguiling, bewitching grinned appeared on his face. 'Hey, did I ever tell you about the time I streaked down Broadway in front of Gray's Papaya?,

Amy laughed, patting him on his naked ass. 'Yeah, you did, but tell me again. I like the look you get when you tell that story.'

John began talking, his story becoming ever more fantastic and extraordinary, and as Amy followed him to the terrace and slipped back into her dress she could only think of all the times he'd told it before, and all the times he'd tell it in the future.

She couldn't wait.

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Chapter One

Even today I struggle to explain the truth. I struggle to find the words to make people understand - truly understand, not just nod sympathetically while secretly believing I'm crazy, scarred and broken - the hold he had over me. I don't blame them for feeling this way. Unless you've been in that situation it's impossible to understand the power. You just can't understand why I did what I did.

I'm asked often about it these days, and not just by friends and family. People are more curious than ever. With the Syrian uprising all over the news I'm often called by the media for my opinion. They want an insight into Assad's wife, Asma, the British woman who graduated from King's College before marrying a man who slaughtered his people. They want to understand how. How could an educated western woman love a man like that, a cold blooded murderer who thought nothing of razing a town to the ground; thought nothing of ordering the deaths of so many innocents? How could
I
?