He laughs.
“I’m serious, Josh. NoExorcism.Save letting me get possessed by Satan for the second date.”
He chuckles.
“I’m relieved you find that funny. I still haven’t read your application, you may recall. Please tell me Satanism isn’t something that turns you on.”
He rolls his eyes. “No, Satanism doesn’t turn me on. What kind of pervert do you think I am?”
“Dude, I have no idea what kind of pervert you are. That’s the whole point of me wanting to see your application.”
“All in good time, PG. All in good fucking time. In the meantime, have a seat on this bad boy so we can make any necessary adjustments before we get started.”
“Adjustments?”
“We have to make sure the vibe is perfectly flush with your clit when you’re sitting completely upright. You don’t wanna have to lean forward to get your clit stimulated, or else the dildo won’t hityour G-spot at the right angle. And that’s where the money is—hitting your G-Spot.” He smiles devilishly. “A woman who has clit orgasmslovessex—but a woman who gets G-spot orgasmscan’t live without it for a single fucking day.”
I stand staring at him, speechless for a moment. I’ve never heard a man talk this way. I feel like, up until this moment, I’ve slept with a whole bunch of boys. But Josh is a real man.
Josh motions gallantly to the machine. “Your chariot awaits, m’lady. Hop on.”
I can’t believe I’m doing this. I’m about to let Josh watch me masturbate on a jet engine?
“Do me a favor,” I say. “Take off your briefs. I wanna be able to see your hard-on while I ride.”
A broad smile spreads across his face. “My pleasure.” He wordlessly removes his briefs, revealing his massive hard-on. “Climb aboard, my lady,” he says softly, motioning to the machine.
My crotch is aching and burning. My nipples feel like bullets. My chest is tight. “Honestly, I’d rather climb aboard your cock right now,” I whisper.
His cock twitches. “All in good time. That’s coming next. Now get on, babe. This is a total fantasy for me; you have no idea.”
I crawl onto the bed and straddle the machine on my knees, hovering my crotch just above the tip of the huge dildo, contemplating how the hell to lower myself onto it. Now that it’s positioned right at my entrance, it seems a helluva lot bigger than it did a moment ago.
“Wait. Hang on,” he says.
I freeze with the dildo positioned right against my entrance.
He bounds over to a duffel bag in the corner and comes back with a condom packet and a bottle of lube. He opens the packet and lays the rolled-up condom on top of the opened wrapper on the corner of the bed—out of the way but clearly at the ready—and then he squeezes some lube into his hand and spreads a huge mess of it all over the dildo, then across the prickly rubber pad intended for my clit, and then he reaches between my legs and covers my clit and hole and lips in slickness, making me shudder and moan softly at his touch. Without missing a beat, he squirts another big glob of lube into his palm and matter-of-factly slathers his hard-on with lube.
I’m suddenly overwhelmed with sexual excitement. “Okay to sit now?” I ask, my voice tight.
“Yeah.” His voice sounds as excited as the way I feel: totally turned-on.
I lower myself slowly, taking the dildo into me, and position myself gingerly into the saddle. “Whoa,” I say, shifting around and getting acclimated. “This thing’shuge.”
“You want a smaller one?”
“No, no, this is good.” I take a deep breath, willing my body to relax around the rubber inside me. “Ooph. It’s big, though. Just gimme a second. Damn.”
“You okay?”
“Yeah. I get off the hardest when I feel totally filled up. Just give me a second to relax.”
His cock twitches. “This is so fucking hot.” He exhales.
I take another deep breath and my body relaxes and absorbs the dildo completely.
“Okay, I feel good,” I say. “Whew.”
