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“Have you ever used toys in the past, Mr. Sexton?” Her calm, collected demeanor has my cock standing at attention. Is she seriously role playing? I’m eager to find out what’s next.
My voice shakes as I near-whisper, “Yes, ma’am.”
She picks up the dildo and the clit sucker and walks to the next table. “Can you read to me what this says, Mr. Sexton?” she asks. I close the distance, lean down, and read the sign she’s pointing to like a scolded schoolboy.
“For his pleasure,” I read in a nervous breath.
She picks it up, takes the toy out and traces the toy with her finger. I see her press a button and hear a faint buzz on the what looks like a fleshlight.
“Is this yours?” she asks.
“N-no, ma’am,” I stammer.
“You’re telling me that if I pull down your pants and put this on your cock, it won’t fit?”
“It’s a little small,” I splutter. She wouldn’t really…
“Drop your pants, Mr. Sexton,” she demands. I slide my hands down my bare torso and into the waistband of my jeans. I move my fingers to the button.
“I didn’t say be all night about it, Mr. Sexton.” She sounds annoyed.
I kick off my boots and jeans. “Socks and boxers too, Mr. Sexton.” I do as she orders and I stand there, naked as the day I was born, except for my cowboy hat.
She walks closer. “Now, if I were using this toy on you, it would technically be me touching you.”
Who is this woman? She looks like my fiancé, sounds like my fiancé, but this vixen is not her. Not that I am complaining, though. Maybe I should deprive her of sex more often.
“Don’t even think that sex depravation is a thing, because I will make sure you never think it again,” she warns. She grabs a bottle of lube from the table, pops the cap and proceeds to slick up the fleshlight. She turns the vibration off as she slides my dick into the contraption. She hits a button on the remote for the toy, and I immediately feel the suction of the toy on the head of my penis.
“Oh… Teagan…” She hits another button on the remote, stopping it dead. “No,” I say in protest.
“You do not get to call me Teagan,” she scolds. I can’t get enough of her courtroom voice and her all-sexy yet take-no-shit attitude.
“S-s-sorry, Ms. Rourke.”
A satisfying smirk forms on her face as she sits on the table next to me and moves to the edge. She opens her legs so she’s on full display for me. Her perfect pink pussy glistens in the lights around us. Her eyes fixate on my cock. I start thrusting my hips in time to the music until I see her reach for the dildo and the bottle of lube. Uncapping the lube bottle, she squirts some on the palm of her hand then slowly wraps that hand around the dildo, sliding her hand up and down with slow calculated movements.
I want to just say fuck this game and bend her over the table, but she looks like she’s enjoying herself way too much, so I continue to play along. I watch as her fingers circle the head of the dildo over and over. With lust in her eyes, her gaze moves between my eyes, down to my cock, then back to the silicone contraption in her hand.
She moves it closer to her center, and I gulp. I watch as the purple head disappears into my happy place between her legs.
“Oh…” The moan that escapes her lips brings me closer to the edge.
“Fuck yourself with it, Ms. Rourke. You won’t be disappointed,” I instruct. She slides the dildo in and out of her dripping wet center, faster and faster with each stroke. Her head falls back and I know she’s getting close because her rhythm slows. When she gets close to the edge like this, she can’t keep going. One thing I love about this women is she’s unable to give herself an orgasm without help of a vibrating toy.
“I can’t… she murmurs.
“Remove your hand.” She does as she’s told and I grasp onto the fake cock. I thrust it in and out of her channel. She lies back onto the table, sending what is left of the centerpiece crashing to the floor. I reach for the clit sucker, turn it on, and connect it with her shiny wet pearl.
“Oh fuck… Logan!!” She screams my name over and over again like a prayer as her orgasm washes over her. I set the toys on a napkin next to her. Her breathing starts to steady, her head resting heavily on the table.
“I fucking love you, Ms. Rourke.”
“I want your cock, Mr. Sexton,” she says, sitting up and eyeing my cock still trapped painfully hard in the fleshlight.
“It’s your night, Ms. Rourke.” She pulls the toy off my dick and wraps her red lips around it. Her tongue slides around the head and down the length, coming back up and tracing her tongue around the mushroom before sucking it all the way down her throat. Her hands grab my ass and nudge me into her mouth as she sucks harder, faster, taking me as deep as she can go. I want to thrust, pull her hair back and fuck her face rough, hard.
She squeezes my ass a little harder and moves my hips into her. That’s all the permission I need. My hand threads into her hair and I wrap it around my wrist, pulling her head back with enough force to be domineering, but not enough to hurt. Looking down at my beautiful bride-to-be, I know I am the luckiest son of a bitch on the planet.
