“As many of you know – from my non-stop bragging – everyone’s favorite adult entertainer and I took a trip down to Miami back in May,” Blaise began his introduction of my newest show. “Nothing special, just a long weekend to get away. Neither of us had taken any kind of vacation in over a year – and never together.”
He’d always been good with the audience. But he had really learned to turn on the raunchy charm.
“Well, as his ridiculous luck would have it,” he continued, “our star just happened to pick a bar that was holding an amateur striptease contest that Friday night. Wouldn’t you just know it?”
There were a few laughs, remarks, and some light applause.
“So, early that Saturday morning we’re back to doing something we do here at home on a regular basis, shopping for toys and leather and butt plugs and dildos and all kinds of sexy things he never wears more than a few minutes. Y’know, that regular stop between dry-cleaning and groceries,” he explained. “Because, of course, this was his week off. He wasn’t expecting to need a costume – except the stuff he wears just for me.”
“He didn’t take any time to practice or rehearse anything,” he continued. “We just had a very nice day by the pool at our hotel. He swam and laid out in a nearly see-through pink Speedo, which I really wish you all could see. And I – well, I did what I always do. I enjoyed the show!”
There was more noise over that.
“So that night I didn’t know what to expect. I didn’t know what he was going to do. I assumed it would be something I’d seen before,” Blaise shook his head. “I mean, I’ve seen every single performance. I’ve watched him rehearse. I’ve watched and helped him practice some of the amazing things he can do with and to his body. I’ve seen it all. Right?”
“Lucky bastard,” someone called out.
“Well, let me tell you,” he started. “I’m not even going to talk about his competition, the other strippers. I’m not. I don’t want to be mean. Let’s just say those poor fags never saw what hit’em.”
That brought some laughter.
“When he took the stage in the very costume you’re going to see tonight, he gave the hottest, sexiest performance I have ever seen,” Blaise said. “And I don’t mean the sexiest thing I’ve seen him do. I mean, the hottest thing I’ve seen anybody do. It goes without saying, he won the contest and the hearts – and other organs – of every man in that bar, including his competition.
“So, here’s what you’ve all been waiting for straight from the Miami strip! My very own red hot boy toy!”
As soon as I stepped on stage in my black leather belted g-string and mesh shirt I noticed Melissa and John in the front row. John was smiling. Melissa was wide-eyed and slack-jawed.
I had to stretch out my performance for the home crowd. I’d only had eight minutes in Miami. I didn’t think that was enough for my audience.
I stretched out the amount of time I spent at each point, full costume, no shirt, and then no g-string. I tossed Blaise my shirt when it came off. But I waited a while before handing off the g-string when I unbuckled it.
After the cock-and-ball spins and display of my butt plug that I’d done in Miami, I started stroking my already hardening cock to the beat of the club mix.
When it was a full eight-inch flagpole I connected two of the spring clips that had held the g-string to the belt. That allowed me to hang it from my cock. I was able to spin it a few times before stepping down to push my stiff meat into Melissa’s face.
She started to grab it with her hand. I shook my head and motioned for her to use her mouth.
She didn’t hesitate to lean down and crane her head under me to grab the fabric hanging off my cock with her teeth and pull it off.
The crowd, of course, went wild. I went immediately back on stage to continue jacking myself to an explosive orgasm that sent gobs of cum several feet across the stage.
After the show, I decided to give my boys another closer look at my Miami costume. I wore a black leather vest instead of the mesh shirt and the g-string with the cock ring underneath. Tips filled the g-string several times. I emptied it out a couple times and made a show of stuffing the cash deep into Blaise’s front pockets and playing a little pocket pool while I was there.
Melissa found me right after I’d unloaded some cash on Blaise. I noticed John was talking with other audience members.
She slid an arm around me and hugged me close.
“That was so hot!” she whispered in my ear.
“Why don’t you just stay naked?” another voice whispered in the other ear from behind.
I turned and Paul, the investment guy, unhooked one of the clips holding my g-string on and slid some bills behind the strap holding the cock ring in place. He held the g-string open for a couple seconds, his eyes glued to my ringed cock. After he licked his lips, he leaned in again.
“I’d love to suck that big cock while you lay on a bed covered in money,” he said.
I moved closer and slid a hand up around the back of his neck, making to kiss him.
“Paul, Lover, I tell you every time, just call Blaise,” I breathed into his mouth.
I slid my other hand down to grope his half-hard cock in his expensive pants.
“I’ll let you do anything you want,” I said. “But you’ve got to make an appointment.”
When he walked away, I unhooked the other g-string straps and handed it to Blaise. I always got more tips when my cock was out anyway.
Melissa’s eyebrows rose when I did that, and she had difficulty taking her eyes away from my ringed cock and balls. The chrome ring was attached to my belt with a few chrome chain links. But the thickness of my package really held it on, not the belt.
She stayed close as I made the rounds greeting the audience, accepting the usual compliments and tips, and the butt pats, cock strokes, and ball squeezes.
With all the group attention, my cock never dropped to less than half-hard.
Melissa was sexy in a narrow black tube top that barely covered her tanned tits, a pair of dressy high-waisted shorts and strappy heels. She looked like she was going to a big city club.
She sat with me on the couch after we got drinks. I made sure to leave room for John.
“He seems to know everyone here,” she said, watching John in the crowd.
“He works with four or five of these men,” I told her. “A few others probably are customers.”
“I guess, he just seems a lot more comfortable than I expected,” she admitted.
“He’s probably relieved,” I said. “He’s discovered men he already knew share a common trait with him that they all have to keep hidden from everyone else. He’s finding himself a member of a community that is often forced to remain in the shadows.”
“You’re a great guy,” she said. “I know he’s been to more than a few of your shows. You don’t have to cover for him. But you’re right. I’m glad he doesn’t feel like an outcast here.”
Over the course of an hour or so, Melissa got pretty tipsy and remained very close. Her hand and head were on my arm for a long time. Eventually, she began slowly, lightly stroking over my cock and balls with her fingertips.
John finally sat with Melissa and me. We talked a while and they raved about our Sunday together. Before long, his hand was on my thigh, as well.
“So, do you two want to stay for a while?” I asked. “We could have another private session for your exploration project.”
“Yes!” Melissa’s excitement was explosive – and loud. “Can I watch you guys do anal?”
I noticed a couple of nearby eyebrows rise.
“Do you want to choose who gives and who receives?” I asked. “Or do you want to flip a coin?”
John seemed a little hesitant.
“I tell you what. I’m already clean and loosened up from this plug,” I said. “I’ll let you have me this time. And I can show you how to prepare when you’re ready to try being a bottom.”
He was visibly relieved at that.
“Wait. You’re still wearing that butt plug you had on during your show?” Melissa’s surprise was enhanced by her level of inebriation.
“I usually leave them in until after the party,” I said. “Some people do like the feeling. And, now that I spend most of the after-party barely dressed, some guys like to have another look.”
I headed to my bathroom after Blaise and the last of the audience members left the Lodge. I wanted to remove the plug and shower off for Melissa and John.
They already were making out on the couch when I returned naked to the living room.
Once I had them in the bedroom, I pulled John’s shirt off and sat on the bed to undo his pants.
“We’re still in the full-service stage?” John asked.
“First, you’re a paying customer,” I reminded him as I let his pants slide down his legs. “Second, you’re my guest. And third, I always treat my lovers well.”
I pushed his blue bikini briefs down letting his nearly hard cock to pop out in my face. My hand was wrapped around his meat before he stepped out of his pants and underwear on the floor.
Melissa dropped down beside me and quickly had my cock in one hand.
I leaned in and gave John’s swelling cock head a wet swirling lick. He gasped.
His cock was salty, but not sweaty. I pushed him in to rest his head on my tongue, then swirled it around again. I sucked it tightly before beginning a slow wet stroke in and out.
I made sure my stiffened tongue pushed against his frenulum each time they met. He twitched and gasped.
After a minute of this, I buried my nose in his pubic hair to swallow his meat as far as it would go. I began working my tongue and throat against his head and shaft.
I slid him out slowly with a generous amount of suction.
Melissa had been stroking me to a full erection. Normally, I got hard while performing any kind of sexual activity. But her attention had me raging quickly and more than once I noticed she was wiping precum off and licking it off her fingers.
“I think you’re ready,” I panted, wiping saliva from my chin.
Breathing heavily, John watched me back up onto the bed and lift my knees to open up for him.
I grabbed a tube of lube. I already had squeezed some inside with a syringe device I’d found in Miami. It let me push some inside to help keep my tight sphincter from squeezing off all the lube on his cock. I’d already tried it with Blaise, my butt plugs, and the dildos I use in my shows. It worked great and made anal much more comfortable.
Slowly, timidly, Bill crawled up over me and I grabbed his cock to cover it with lube.
“Com’on in closer,” I coaxed him.
I guided his thin meat toward me. I bumped him into my taint then slid him down to push against my tight hole.
“There it is, John,” I said, soothingly still catching my breath a bit. “Just push against me. A little at a time.”
I could feel the pressure beginning and increasing slowly.
I still held his cock with one hand. I moved the other up to the back of his neck and head to gently pull him closer.
“Mmm. There you go, Lover,” I moaned. “Just ease it in. Keep pushing. It’s going to be tight at first. But just keep pushing.
“You aren’t going to hurt me.”
I exaggerated my responses to egg him on.
Melissa was right beside us on the bed watching every move.
Finally, I gasped and jumped when his small head popped through my tight curtain of muscle. I exaggerated my response a little for his benefit. He was a bit smaller than the plug I’d had in all night.
But it felt good to have something a little smaller inside. I spent so much time with butt plugs and large dildos in my ass I sometimes forgot how nice an average size cock actually felt. I made a mental note to get Blaise inside me more often.
John still was slowly pushing deeper a millimeter at a time.
“Let me have it all, Lover,” I breathed. I swiveled my hips up to meet his slow-moving groin.
“It’s so tight,” John finally said. He was watching his thin cock disappear inside me.
“Of course, it’s tight around your hot cock,” I said. “You like it tight, Lover.”
I squeezed my sphincter around him just then.
He gasped and shot his wide eyes up to mine.
“Fill me up, John. Give me every inch of your hot meat.”
“How –?”
“It feels wonderful, Baby,” I said. By then I had both hands behind his head, rubbing through his hair. “Just keep going. Fill me up.”
Finally, I felt his thick pubic hair against my taint. I started squeezing him over and over then and rocking my hips up and down. According to Blaise, this created the effect of my body massaging his cock inside, similar in a way to what my throat does when I perform a swallowing motion on his dick.
“Mmh!” John grunted. “That feels amazing! How are you doing that?”
“My whole body’s begging for it,” I breathed. “Com’on, Baby. Fuck me! Give me that cock. In and out.”
I hated hearing myself sound like a cheap porn stud. But a lot of men liked being begged and treated like stud bulls.
He finally started moving back and forth, sliding in and out of me.
He lowered himself down onto his elbows, and I started rubbing over his back. We both were breathing heavily by then.
“Oh, God,” he moaned quietly.
“Fuck me, Baby! Fuck my ass,” I whispered.
I grabbed his head and pulled him up.
“Kiss me, Baby,” I ordered him. “Give me your tongue.”
Our lips met and I swirled my tongue around his for a second before grabbing it and sucking it hard as I thrust my hips up into his faster and faster. I was trying to urge him desperately into speeding up and giving me a real fuck. By then I needed it, and I knew he needed to know how it felt.
I felt his cock throbbing inside me before he made a move. A second later he pulled back from my face and grunted. His abs constricted. His back tensed. And he thrust his cock as deep into me as he could.
The explosion of cum was thick and hot. I felt it throughout my body. I’m not sure I’ve ever felt a more intense orgasm in my ass.
“Oh, God, Baby! Give it to me,” I breathed into his ear. “Give me your cum! Don’t stop! Don’t stop!”
John was almost squealing as some indescribable sounds escaped his mouth with every breath. He thrust his cock in and out fast and furious. I was thankful I’d been able to inject lube inside.
When he finally began slowing down, he let his head drop to my shoulder. I began kissing his shoulder. I breathlessly kissed my way up his neck to his ear.
His breath was hot on my skin.
“Don’t pull out, Baby,” I breathed in his ear. “Leave it in. Let me squeeze it out. That feels so good.”
He collapsed on me, and I began massaging his ass with one hand and rubbing his hair with the other.
“Mmmh. That was so good, Baby,” I whispered in his ear. I knew a first-timer needed positive reinforcement. “Your stiff cock felt so good inside me. Your cum is so hot I don’t want you to pull out.”
Within a couple minutes, he had shrunk to less than a limp noodle and my ass pushed him out. He started to push himself up from the bed. I grabbed his head and kissed him deeply.
When he got up, I finally looked over at Melissa and found her spent and breathing heavily. She was naked and her pussy was red and wet. Apparently, she had been fingering herself violently while her husband fucked my ass.
I sent John to one shower while I headed to the other.
A few minutes later, I gave him an anal douche to take home, some lube, and a new small, beginner butt plug. I told him to try an enema a couple times a week and slowly push the plug in with a lot of lube. He could keep the plug in for a couple hours each time. That would help him stretch out and get used to having something in his butt.
In a week or so he’d be ready to move up to a larger plug.
I left him in the bathroom to find Melissa still naked and barely conscious in the bedroom.
“You seemed to enjoy that show,” I said, standing naked over her.
“That was one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen,” she said. “I don’t know why that turned me on so much. But you’re so good at coaxing and teaching. You just had so much patience.”
One hand still was barely moving up and down on her wet, swollen pussy lips.
“You talked him through everything,” she said. “And you knew exactly what he needed to hear. And all while having a dick in your ass!”
“It’s what I do,” I said, running my fingers through her hair. “I just wanted to relax him, make him feel comfortable. That’s also why I had him face me. Seeing me being calm and then excited, but never in pain, helped show him he wasn’t hurting me or doing anything wrong.”
I leaned down and fondled one of her breasts while kissing her forehead.
“Are you sure you’ve had everything you need?” I asked.
“You got any cum left,” she asked almost desperately.
I moved closer and she immediately grabbed my ringed cock. She stroked me to a full erection in less than a minute and quickly swallowed me.
If nothing else, Melissa knew how to suck cock. She worked me quickly and intensely until I was throbbing and pulsing.
John came in just then and wrapped his arms around me from behind. He held me tight as his wife accepted a heavy load of my cum in her throat.
She moaned as if the feeling and taste of cum gave her intense pleasure. She and I were so much alike.
When I finally was empty, she just wiped her mouth and headed to the bathroom.
“This was a wonderful night,” John said as he started to get dressed. “That was the hardest I’ve ever cum. I can’t thank you enough. And I can’t wait for another session.”
“That was the hardest I think I’ve felt anyone cum inside me,” I admitted, my cock still wet with his wife’s saliva.
He pulled a wad of bills out of the front pocket of his pants. Melissa returned and kissed me before pulling her tiny g-string up her legs.
“This was great!” she said.
She pulled the tube top over her head to cover her tanned breasts. But she walked out with her shorts in one hand and her sandals hanging off two fingers of the other.
When I finally closed the door behind them, I realized John had given me $800.
The next Sunday morning, my doorbell rang at 10 a.m., a very unusual time for me to have guests.
Melissa was in a white g-string and a white unbuttoned short-sleeved shirt when I answered the door with a towel held in front of my crotch, just out of the shower. The contrast of the white fabric against her dark tan was beautiful.
“John’s out of town for a few days and I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” she said as her eyes surveyed my barely covered body. “I really want you to myself for a while. I don’t mind sharing with John. But sometimes he gets in the way.”
My own eyes were exploring by then.
“Do you like this outfit?” she asked, lightly caressing her chest to push her shirt open enough to expose her left breast. “This is pretty much what I wear all the time at home.”
“It’s a good look,” I said.
“I like your fashion sense, too,” she said, staring at the towel bunched up in my hand just covering my groin.
“Naked or nearly naked is my uniform for work,” I said as I ushered her inside, “at least, my part-time job.”
“I just hate wearing clothes,” Melissa said, “at least, being fully clothed. At home, I just wear a g-string or panties and a t-shirt or something like this. I don’t even care if someone comes over. I just answer the door in whatever I’m wearing – like you.”
She pulled my towel away with one hand and cupped my cock and balls with the other.
“When I’m at Blaise’s house I wear underwear or a pair of trunks at most,” I said. “He finds a little strategic coverage sexier than full nudity. But here at home, I don’t wear much either depending on what I’m doing. Sometimes I wear a cock ring because I like the way they feel. They make me swing and bounce more than usual.”
“I love it when my tits swing and bounce,” Melissa said, her eyes now on the meat in her hand. “I’d love to see you go through a normal day naked.”
“Well, here you are.”
“If you lived in my house, I’d never let you cover that amazing cock of yours,” she said.
I offered her coffee and we headed to the kitchen.
“What do you normally do with your Sundays?” she asked as I worked on her coffee.
“It depends on what I have going on,” I explained. “I might clean up or work on developing or printing some film. I might go shooting somewhere. Sometimes I schedule models for Sundays.”
“I spend a lot of Sundays with my close friend Ezekiel,” I said just as he happened to walk down the hall in the white trunks I’d given him. They practically glowed on his black skin.
“Oh!” He was as surprised as Melissa.
He headed back to the bedroom.
“I didn’t know you weren’t alone,” she said. “I can come back another time.”
“No,” Ezekiel insisted, reappearing buttoning his jeans. “I couldn’t stay much later anyway. I have a ton of stuff to do at home.”
He had slid on his boat shoes and carried his button-down from the night before in his hand.
“I’ll call you,” I said as he leaned in for a kiss, I made a lingering one.
His hand found my naked ass for a quick squeeze.
“I’m really sorry,” Melissa said. “It never crossed my mind… I should’ve guessed you of all people wouldn’t be alone.”
“It’s fine,” I said. “Ezekiel and I spend a lot of time together. But we aren’t any more exclusive than Blaise and me – clearly.”
“Anyway,” I continued, “as I was saying, when I don’t have anything else to do – or anyone, I might go swimming for a while.”
“Where do you go swimming?”
When the coffee was done, I walked Melissa out to the pond. I had put on a cock ring at her request.
“This is wonderful,” she said, dropping her shirt and g-string on the deck.
We both started to wade in. I snapped off the cock ring and tossed it back onto the deck.
I dove under the water and swam forty or fifty yards out. She waded out to shoulder depth and waited for me to swim back to her.
I swam to her mostly underwater. When I resurfaced, she pulled me tight and grabbed my limp cock.
She began stroking and massaging me as I leaned down to kiss her.
In a minute my cock was stiff and throbbing. I grabbed her ass and pulled her up. She instinctively wrapped her legs around me and I lowered her hips until my stiff cock pushed against her hanging labia.
She reached down and guided me into her warm pussy before wrapping her hands around the back of my neck and head. I held her up with my hands clenched between her ass cheeks and slowly lowered her down onto my hard, wet cock.
Even in the water, I could feel she was swollen in her arousal, tight, warm, and wet.
Once I was more than halfway inside, Melissa began rocking and bouncing up and down on me. She pushed down farther with each downstroke forcing me deeper inside her.
I locked my lips on her neck as she bounced up and down on my eager cock for what seemed like a very long time. Maybe it was the temperature of the water, or the fact that it was so early. But I felt myself lasting longer than I might ever had before.
Waves spread out from our interlocked bodies as we enjoyed our lustful dance.
Finally, I felt the pulsing of my cum through my groin. My abs tightened and my back stiffened. That’s when Melissa’s contractions started.
I felt her pussy grabbing, squeezing, and working my cock just as she might have done with her hand.
I took over bouncing her on my cock while thrusting my hips at the same time. She was grunting, squealing, and convulsing in my arms as her orgasm took over her entire nervous system.
Her screams echoed off the trees surrounding the pond.
Just then, I felt the head of my cock explode inside of her and blast a huge wad of hot, thick cum into her torso.
She felt the intensity as well. She squealed, gasped, and jumped at the sensation.
I kept bouncing her on my cock, spewing more and more cum into her.
Finally, I slowed down and we kissed in the water for a long time until my meat was too limp to remain inside her.
We walked up the ramp to the deck arm in arm. I laid out a couple of towels and we stretched out beside each other in the morning sun letting the air dry our spent bodies.
We still were breathing heavily. My cock still was oozing cum as it drooped in my red pubic hair. A quick glance showed me Melissa also was leaking my cum as she lowered herself to the deck.
We talked for a while and Melissa let her hand drift over my hips and belly to my damp pubic hair and limp cock. Her fingers played over my hair and lightly stroked my wrinkled shaft absently.
I told her how I’d like to shoot her and John. She actually agreed without hesitation. I told her I’d get my cameras in a bit and shoot her at the pond.
Fifteen minutes later I was on my side kissing over her breasts flattened by their weight. I kissed my way down her belly, its tiny blond hairs glistening in the sun.
When I made it to her protruding mound, I didn’t hesitate to change position so I could lick and kiss a trail to her sticky labia.
I immediately dropped between her now spread legs and began licking her lips up and down from clit to taint to wrinkled asshole and back up again. A minute later I pushed my tongue between her labia and deep into her vagina, finding my own sperm waiting warm and gooey.
As I licked and lapped at her sex, I scooped wads of my cum out of her with my tongue and swallowed it hungrily.
“I love you licking your own cum out of me,” she moaned, her chest already heaving at her arousal. “That’s so hot! I’ve never even imagined a man eating his own cum out of my pussy.”
By the time I’d cleaned myself out of her, I was hard again and crawled up over Melissa to see how much more I could give her.
I kissed my way up her torso and found her mouth just as I guided my cock into her already steamy pussy. She locked her ankles around my waist, and I made no attempt at romance.
I pushed in fast and deep. She was already wet and swollen. She was as ready for me as I was for her.
I bottomed out quickly, forcing our pubic hair to mingle and my balls to bang against her ass cheeks.
In a few seconds, I’d sped up to a fierce pounding rhythm that had us both heaving and sweating.
I had meant to kiss and lick over her tits and shoulders. But I was too breathless to attempt it.
This time I exploded first and sprayed a thinner but no less intense offering of cum against her vaginal walls. A second later, before I could give her another load, Melissa screamed and convulsed violently under me.
Her contractions shook both our bodies as I continued to fill her with the last of my life force.
Minutes later I lay over her, pinning her to the deck. We both were spent, heaving, and unable to move.
I finally moved when my gooey cock fell out of her gooey pussy.
Knowing how much she enjoyed it earlier, I dropped quickly to plant my face between her legs and licked and sucked every drop of my cum she would give me.
Melissa whimpered when my tongue found sensitive areas. But she lazily ran her fingers through my hair while I licked and lapped at her leaking sex.
A while later, we were on our backs beside each other again. She actually had dozed off at one point. I took that opportunity to go back to the house to get some drinks and my cameras.
By the time I returned, Melissa was sitting up crossed-legged.
“Y’know, I fantasize about you all the time now,” she said, matter-of-factly with no prompting. “I’ve cum several times just thinking about seeing John fuck your ass. I also have a fantasy about having a big, black cock in my ass, not my pussy really, just my ass.”
“That’s not that uncommon,” I said.
“I also fantasize about seeing you getting fucked by a big black cock.”
“I’ve had several,” I admitted. “The last one was Ezekiel’s, who you met a little while ago.”
“Really?” She seemed surprised. “I’d love to see that. How many?”
“Um – well, let’s see. Bill, James, Neville, Niles, Darius, and Ezekiel,” I counted. “So, six. But I’ve had at least three of them multiple times, Bill many times. I don’t really keep count.”
“It was so hot watching John fuck you!” she said. “I would just explode if I saw a black guy fuck you!”
“I can just picture John’s little cock in your ass in my mind and rub one out in two minutes flat,” she said. “I wish I could fuck a man in the ass. I wish I could fuck you in the ass!”
“I’ve got plenty of dildos at the house,” I said.
“Actually, I have something I’d like to try,” Melissa admitted.
I suggested we get some photography out of the way first. We spent a good forty-five minutes shooting her in various poses in and out of the water, with my cock in and out of her hand and her mouth. She even insisted on a few shots with my hard cock between her tits and in her pussy. Of course, she was responsible for getting me hard. It was definitely one of the more fun photoshoots I’d done.
Back at the house, Melissa kissed me to the bedroom and pushed me down on the bed.
Lying on my side I watched her pull a large lifelike dildo on a strap-on harness out of her bag. It was jet black, about nine inches long with an exaggerated upward curve, though nothing like Bill’s fun cock. Heavily veined, it had a more or less naturally shaped head and wasn’t any thicker than my own cock. I didn’t think I’d have trouble with it if Melissa wasn’t too forceful at first.
I sat up to help her pull it up her legs and buckle it around her waist from behind.
“On my back or my knees?”
“Fucking you from behind would be fun,” she said. “But I think I want to see your face and watch your cock bounce. I want to see exactly what John saw.”
I lay back and lifted my legs. I pushed some lube into my ass and she squirted a generous glob on her plastic cock.
She watched her fake cock wobble and swing as she crawled up over me. I was watching her breasts hang and swing.
As hot as she was, as horny as she was, I could tell she was nervous. It was her first time, just like it had been John’s first time.
I reached down and took the dildo out of her hand.
“I’ve got this,” I said. “Let me guide you in. Just move a little closer.”
I pulled her by the dildo toward me and used it to find my waiting asshole.
“There it is,” I whispered, my eyes closed. “Just push in a little bit.”
The head was just pushing against my wrinkles until she crawled just a bit closer.
Still, it was obvious she was hesitant.
“Mel, I’ve had all kinds of things in my ass, from vegetables to plastic dildos to real cocks,” I assured her. “A lot of them have been bigger than this. I can handle this. Just slide it in and fuck me.”
The look on her face showed a little relief mixed into the excitement and concern as she moved forward. Then it happened.
I could feel it just about to push through. My hands plowed through her hair and pulled her head toward me.
“Give it to me,” I whispered. “Get inside me.”
In a second the flair of the dildo’s black head broke through my tight sphincter, making me gasp and stiffen. Melissa smiled at my reaction.
“You like being in control, don’t you?” I asked. “Let me have it. Force me. Fuck me. Do whatever you want. Make me your bitch.”
She moaned a little at that and pushed in a bit farther. I straightened and moaned. It felt almost as good as having a live cock inside.
We both closed our eyes for a minute. When I opened mine, I caught hers.
“You own me, Bitch!” I breathed. “Act like it!”
She moaned and pushed a little deeper.
It had been a long time since Blaise and I had used a dildo to love each other. Once we found true anal love, we stopped using dildos on each other. The only time I used dildos anymore was during performances. I’d forgotten what a loving sensation could be conveyed through a piece of plastic.
Melissa slowly stroked in and out of me. My cock was straining to grow harder than its skin would allow. The look on her face was pure ecstasy.
Somehow, pushing a plastic cock inside me was pleasuring her at least as much as it was me. Later, she told me the end of the dildo was pressing against her clitoris just right. She was masturbating herself as she was fucking me.
“Do you like being fucked by a woman?” she asked me. “How does it feel being fucked by a woman?”
“I live to be fucked by anyone!” I declared. “Own me! Fuck me! I’m yours to fuck!”
I ran my hands down her slim back to her round ass and pulled her close.
“Fuck me!” I begged. “Give me all of it! Fuck me hard! Fuck me like your slave!”
Melissa sped up and pushed deeper.
“How about now?” she asked. “Can you take more?”
“Yes! Give me all of it!”
The next thing I knew she had bottomed out the nine-inch dildo and was pistoning her hips against me.
We both were panting. Her tits were flying up and down on her chest. My cock was slapping against my stomach with each inward stroke.
“Fuck me! Fuck me! I’m cumming!” I egged her on as much as I encouraged her husband.
A few seconds later I was shooting huge heavy wads of cum up across my chest.
“God, I love watching you cum!” Melissa was gasping and panting.
“Don’t stop!” I begged. “See how many times I can cum.”
She kept riding me, pushing her plastic cock into the base with every thrust. Sometimes she grunted. Sometimes she bit her bottom lip.
I reached up to pull her down. I kissed her deeply and pushed my tongue back almost to her tonsils as she filled my ass and lowered her entire body weight onto me.
We both moaned. My cock exploded between us again.
She jumped a little at the sensation and lifted back up and began pounding my ass with her fake dick faster than ever from tip to base.
This time we both grunted and whimpered.
“Oh, God! Oh, God!” I couldn’t help myself. For the first time in a very long time, I wasn’t in control. Melissa had found a way to take control of my own ecstasy. Finally, in spite of all my playing at slavery and servitude, at that moment I truly was under someone else’s control. I was completely out of control.
My legs began quivering. My abs were contracting. My hips were thrusting under their own power.
Another wave of orgasm exploded and more thick cum flew up my stomach and chest. Some even landed on my neck and face.
Melissa finally stopped, I think, more from exhaustion than from being satisfied with her effect on me. I don’t know how much more I could have taken. But I was exhausted, sated, and empty. I don’t think anyone could have pulled any more cum from me.
She collapsed on me, her dildo still inside. I felt my puddles of cum squish and spread when she landed on my chest. I just wrapped my arms around her and held her tight.
The next time I opened my eyes it was over an hour later. I rolled Melissa over and she opened her eyes with a dreamy, contented look.
“Good afternoon,” I said.
“Mmmh,” was all she could manage.
Eventually, we forced ourselves to get up and showered together. I ordered a pizza and she went home sometime around five.
We’d spent the entire day together naked and cumming. It was definitely the best day I’d ever spent with a woman.