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I’m sitting in a waiting room while my brother has his second eye surgery. There’s an electric carving knife and an ice cream scoop involved. And a garden hose. I have no idea where it goes.

Anyway.

Last night I had a Boything put a butt plug in his butt. I slid into a wet-look catsuit and my leather strapon harness.

Once I determined a sufficient amount of time had passed, I joined Boything in the bedroom. I told him to undress. As he undressed, I stroked my strapon and made creepy comments about his body until his face flushed.

“Sit on the bed,” I told him, once he was naked.

He sat.

I sauntered toward Boything and pushed him onto his back. I took his dick in my hands and softly stroked him until he was hard. Then I began to lick his shaft in slow, gentle licks. He sighed. It must have felt good. A few minutes later, he was starting to squirm.

“Something wrong, love?” I asked.

“Tease,” he said.

I giggled. “Poor thing.” Then I took him into my mouth and gave an equally soft, teasing blowjob. After a few minutes, his dick felt painfully hard. He began to squirm more. I also began to press on the plug in his butt. That made him whimper a bit.

“How about we just do this all night?” I asked. I could have. I could have teased him all night, never letting him cum, and gotten off on his tortured wiggling and whining. I’m fucked up like that.

“Whatever pleases you, Miss Nika,” he said. Lame! ‘Whatever pleases you, whatever pleases you, blah blah.’ Christ.

I went back to licking Boything’s dick. I took hold of his plug and began to slowly remove it. When the plug was at its thickest point, really stretching him, I stopped pulling and just kinda kept it there. I took his dick back into my mouth and began to suck it for real until I feared he might cum, then I pulled the plug out and stopped sucking him.

Boything writhed a bit. His cock twitched. I thought he might have a ruined orgasm.

“So close,” I loud whispered.

“Miss Nika?” he asked.

“I said ‘spread those creamy thighs,’” I lied. I stood and took one of his legs in each of my arms. I poured lube all over my strapon and pressed it against his ass. When I pushed forward, it slid in with almost no problem. I pushed it all the way in until his body was pressed against mine.

“Scooch back,” I told him. I wanted to be up on the bed, too.

There’s something quite powerful about fucking a guy’s ass missionary-style. I get to really analyze his face and consider what he’s feeling. There’s flashes of fear, warmth, arousal, embarrassment, and appreciation. It also allows me to choke, slap, stuff fingers in mouth, and kiss him.

I wasn’t particularly gentile. He took my dick like a champ while I smacked him around a bit. I told him to grab my ass so he could feel my butt muscles flex as I pounded him.

“Knees and elbows, now,” I told him. I pulled out and he assumed the new position. “That’s right. Bend over for me.”

I squatted behind him and stuffed my strapon back into his ass. Then I grabbed Boything’s hair and began to fuck him again. I can hold that position for a surprisingly long time. Thanks, squats!

I have a magic power. When I’m using a strapon, I can close my eyes and “extend” my physical perception into my strapon. It’s as though it becomes a part of me and I can feel through. A tickle became a tingle, then a burn. I yanked Boything’s head back.

“Stroke yourself,” I told Boything. “We’re cumming together.”

My psychological high and the pleasurable burn I was feeling started to swirl together. “You close?” I asked Boything.

“Anytime you’re ready,” he replied.

“I … I think … yeah … yeah let’s …” I released Boything’s hair and brought my hand to my breasts, caressing them as I hit my climax. “Cum — now!”

I heard Boything moan as he came. I exploded. My mind grew fuzzy like I’d just had way too much pot, and waves of pleasure washed through me. I fell forward onto Boything, who in turn slumped forward on the bed.

We just kinda laid like that a while. I twitched a bit. I felt my pulse in the soles of my feet. Finally I mustered the strength to move. I let my hips rise just enough for the strapon to fall out of him, then I flopped off of Boything and onto my back. I struggled to remove the strapon harness.

Boything began to move. I took him by the hair again with one hand and unzipped the crotch of my catsuit with the other.