Private Showing Read Free

found one. “Too bad there's no lube,” I said, spreading his ass cheeks.
    "Now just a damn min—"
    "Shut up!'
    He did. Making sure he watched me, I licked the dildo thoroughly, then touched the tip to his asshole.
    Thorn tensed.
    "If you don't relax, this won't be fun."
    He tried to. He really did. But he couldn't. So in the end, I had to get lube from my purse. I mean, what respectable Cat Castle buyer ever left home without it? I generously greased the dildo and placed the tip to his asshole again. “Take a deep breath."
    He did. I pushed it in all the way to the fake nuts. Thorn's cock went rigid, growing to remarkable size as I repeatedly plunged the dildo inside of him. I played with his balls and prick while I worked him. Sensing he neared release, I pulled the toy out. “I want that cock of yours in my ass now."
    I didn't have to tell him twice.
    Before I could step aside, he leapt off the table. One not-so-gentle shove bent me over the arm of the nearby couch. My feet dangled above the floor; my fingers scrambled for a hand hold. Thorn spread my butt cheeks. His swollen cock invaded my tight asshole. I gasped as he nailed me, each thrust deeper than the one before it. His balls slapped my pussy, supercharging my clit until I came without him ever touching it. Thorn's yell echoed in the showroom. I wondered briefly what his coworkers thought, then forgot everything when my own climax consumed me and I added my screams without meaning to. For the longest time, we lay there, connected and panting. Then Thorn gently withdrew.
    "You okay?"
    I could barely answer. “Yes.” Gasp. “What's next?"
    Clearly doubtful, he looked down at his dick, which had fucked me hard twice.
    I followed his gaze. “Why don't I give you a minute or five? Meanwhile, I'll try out everything else by myself. You just tell me what to do."
    Thorn watched as I walked over to what looked like a swing-sized pink hammock. I ran my hand over the perfectly constructed purple frame and red velvet suspensions.
    "I know what this is.” I sat in the loop that formed the seat and began to swing, pointing my red-tipped toes as they rose up in the air and down. Thorn leaned lazily against the wall, his full attention on me. I stole a moment to cherish the sight—wide shoulders, defined pecs, narrow waist. A trail of curly dark hair drew my eyes to his dick, already hard again. Leaning back, I raised my legs and tucked them around the straps from which the swing dangled. That left my pussy stretched open wide and in full view. Thorn's eyes began to gleam.
    "Am I doing this right?"
    "You're actually supposed to be fucked you while you're in it. That's the whole point."
    "Sounds nice. Are you up for it?"
    "Getting there."
    "A blow job might help. Want to try?"
    "Oh yeah."
    I jumped right off that silly contraption and ran to him, dropping to my knees so that his cock rested right in front of me. Rested? Not exactly; not anymore. Somewhere between my vault from the swing and my kneeling, his gorgeous prick had doubled in size. I went right down on him—fondling his nuts, sucking that dick, and tonguing the flesh between his balls and asshole until he came so hard he staggered.
    I grinned. “Knew you could do it. What's next?” I danced around all the crazy contraptions like some little kid in a candy store, not sure what to try first. Thorn trailed me, his eyes glued to my butt.
    Okay, so he was an ass man, too.
    Not that he didn't like pussy. The man liked pussy. Oh, and tits.
    Catching sight of something I couldn't begin to figure out, I walked over to examine it. Plush black velvet encased a device with parts that defied imagination.
    "What the heck is this?"
    "The Doggy Fuck."
    "M-m-m. Show me what to do."
    Thorn helped me mount the machine he'd made, which left me face down and ass up, with my bent knees resting on individual cushions. I touched what looked like velvet dicks mounted on each side near my face. “What are these for?"
    "To hold