Next-Level Pleasure In Our Strap-on Session

Dive into Part 1 for an immersive exploration of the beginnings of our story power with a strapon!

I spread his ass open and licked his entrance.

He shivered, and his arse jiggled a little. I liked how responsive he was, it was like a kink of mine.

I started kissing and licking his hole, and then slowly slid my tongue inside. To my pleasant surprise, he moaned. Although very alluring, moans were very rare from men. It took me by surprise how verbal he was, even though I knew that I’m good at it, I ought to be working as a professional escort. I continued rimming him, inserting my tongue deeper and deeper. I was slobbering so much my whole chin was covered in spit, but I didn’t mind, oral sex was supposed to be messy.

Then, I took the bottle of lube and poured a healthy amount on his puckered anus. My finger circled the tight ring of muscles, before gently sneaking inside. His buttocks jiggled again, and I couldn’t help but imagine him twerking. I continued fingering him,  but leaned forward to kiss his neck.

“Do you like it?” I whispered in his ear, sucking on his earlobe.

“Oh, yes,” he uttered.

I laughed, wiggling my finger inside him, “We’re only just beginning.”

After I could fit three fingers inside him, I switched to a butt plug. I started with the smallest one of the three. 

“Bend a little bit more,” I asked him, and he quickly obeyed.

“Push the plug out,” I said, and we repeated the process a couple of times.

I started doing the same with the medium butt plug, at the same time lubing my strap-on. It always felt weird for me, I didn’t mind using a mounted dildo, but lubing it up felt like I was jerking off myself, which was an odd construct. When I moved onto the last plug, I leaned a bit forward and started kissing his arse and these cute back dimples of his.

“OK, are you ready?” I asked when he was stretched.

“Yes,” he nodded.

I took out the plug, rimmed his hole for a while, just to relax him, and then poured more lube on it. Once I pressed the tip of my strap-on against his anus, he tensed up. I was expecting it, but most men have problems with it.

“Breathe in,” I instructed him, rubbing his back reassuringly.

One gentle push and the head was in.

“And breathe out,” I said, pushing the rest inside.

After the whole strap-on was inside, I used more lube and waited. As it wasn’t my real dick, I couldn’t feel is he was relaxed, but I knew I should wait a while. As a professional escort, I had anal sex before, so I knew how important that was.

He moved a little, fixing his position; that was my cue. I started rocking my hips, slowly fucking him. His sweet moans were like fuel for me, I could listen to this for hours. My thrusts were deep but careful and slow. Only when he started pushing back onto me, I sped up a little. I grabbed his buttocks, my fingers digging into the soft flesh, and he moaned even louder. Once again, I picked up the pace, taking pleasure in watching his sweet hole swallow my colourful strap-on. 

“I think I’m going to,” he breathed out.

I wanted to reach out and jerk him off, but I didn’t get to, as he came hands-free.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, go faster,” he begged.

It was thrilling for me how much he enjoyed himself, I loved every second of it. This is a type of client that makes being a professional escort more than worth it.

He didn’t let me lead any longer, pushing his arse deeper and harder onto my strap-on. I let go of his buttocks and watched them clap over my dildo. The view was so attractive, that I reached from under the mount and started touching myself.

“Do you like it?” I asked him, gently slapping his tasty arse.

“Yes, I love it!” he moaned in response.

“How much?” I continued, this time slapping harder.

“The most, I’ve never felt like that!”

I slapped him again, leaving a red mark shaped like my hand.

“Yes, please!”

Another hit landed, this time I even scratched him a little with my nails. At the same time, my right hand was busy rubbing my pussy. 

“Come for me,” I told him, feeling my own orgasm looming around the corner.

We finished nearly at the same time, and collapsed.

“Thank you,” he muttered.

“My pleasure,” I laughed and kissed him again.

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