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pants,” I ordered. “I want to fuck you.”
    He stood and slowly, almost reluctantly, unzipped and removed his pants while I went to unpack the strap-on dildo I had bought for the occasion. When I turned to him, his cock was full-on and straining upward. He was well-endowed, thick and long, and for a moment I regretted the limitations I had placed on tonight’s festivities.
    “Come here,” I ordered. “Secure this for me.”
    He came to me and dropped down to his knees in order to reach between my legs to secure the straps, a set of buckles and Velcro with an underside of something soft and cushiony that allowed it to lay and hang comfortably around my hips. His fingers and hands lingered on my inner thighs leaving trails of tingles wherever they touched. I let it go. When he was done, he sat back on his haunches and looked up at me, his thick member straining against the cotton of his polo. My own penis jutted out just where my clitoris sprouted. It was a snub-nosed hard rubber piece, about five inches or so. I didn’t want to hurt him.
    “I want you on the floor between the beds, your face in the carpet, your ass in the air.” I pointed.
    He hesitated.
    “Now,” I ordered.
    He did as he was told.
    I knelt behind him and held the weight of his balls in my hands. Then I bent down and sucked as much of them as I could into my mouth. They were tart and salty. I slid my tongue over and under them stroking with wide wet licks. What I couldn’t touch with my mouth, I fondled with my fingers. He groaned and pushed his bottom further up into the air. I took that as my clue that he was ready for the next step.
    I stuck three of my fingers into a jar of cream that I purchased along with the dildo. The boy behind the counter said it was great for novices, “makes anything go in with ease and it tastes good,” he’d said grinning at me as he took my money. I slid my fingers down the length of his ass, over his balls, and up and through the crevice. His ass trembled. He whimpered. I slid one, then two fingers into the puckered hole and he groaned. I slid another and he whimpered and shivered like a big dog. I pressed my lips to the fleshy part of his ass and took a little bite, then nipped the other side. He pressed himself closer to my face. I reached under him to tug and stroke him, my hands running the length of his rod. It was hot and tight and dripping. He was breathing hard, and I could feel his anticipation. I gripped my own penis with a well-oiled palm, tugging it with a fist a few times to ease the cream over its surface, adding an extra dab for the tip.
    I rose up behind him, pressed my cock to the puckered hole, and pushed, slow at first, but he pushed back against me and I slid in farther. There was a slight protrusion built into the dildo harness that pressed against my clitoris every time I pressed my cock into Bruce. It was addictive. Before long I was banging my cock into Bruce’s tight little ass and every hit sent a series of surges and shivers back to my tight little nub. It seemed to tighten and grow with each thrust. I tensed the muscles of my ass to get a harder, firmer thrust. I held on to his hips and let the rush and lighting surge through my body; it was a clean rush of power and pleasure, but I didn’t surrender to it completely. Bruce groaned, a loud surrender, and nearly rose up. I reached under him, gripped, and tugged the length of sex with my slippery fingers. His body jerked and released a spray of semen saturating the carpet. I pulled out and he fell forward covering his mess.

    I left him there, a puddle of sated man, and slipped into the bathroom, packed all of my toys in my overnight kit and slipped back into my jeans and T-shirt. When I came out of the bathroom, he was sitting on the bed, still pantless, his cock docile and quiet between a set of well-toned thighs. I picked up my purse from the dresser and headed to the door.
    “Clean up this mess before you leave,” I decreed as I