Marcy stared at him as a rabbit might stare at a snake. "You're not going to – not now – not you!"

"Why not me? That's what you signed up for, to get rid of your cherry, and there's nothing I enjoy more than relieving a girl of that inconvenience."

He leaned over, and using both thumbs, spread the plump pink labia so he could see the glistening folds and convolutions of soft flesh that lay inside. He inserted an exploratory finger, and grinned as her pelvis involuntarily thrust forward.

"I think you had better lie down on the experimental table now, X-999," he said. "Lie down, open your legs, and prepare the specimen for experimentation by my tongue."

Marcy gasped and shut her eyes. She had no intention of doing any such thing. The very idea of telling her to stretch out on that sinfully big bed and permit him to – oh, what a dirty thing to suggest! Did he really think she'd let him stick his tongue in there? No man had ever done that to her – no man should ever want to!

"No!" she said aloud. "I won't do it!"

"But my dear, you are already doing it," Dirk Villiers laughed.

Marcy opened her eyes and found herself flat on her back on the black satin sheet, her legs so far apart that she might have been attempting to do a split. Her back was arched, and the fragrant valley at the base of her belly was lifted toward him in wanton invitation.

Shocked into immobility by the treachery of her own body, Marcy watched while the man stripped rapidly. The sight of his strongly muscled body, with its drifts of black hair on chest, belly, and thighs frightened her, but there was an underlying excitement and fascination she couldn't deny. When his massive cock and balls came into view, Marcy gasped in disbelief.

"What's the matter, X-999?" he asked with a sardonic smile. "Is there something about me that bothers you?"