XI.

The silicon phallus protrudes from a patch of black leather held to my pubic bone by wide black nylon webbing cinched tight around my waist and thighs. It hangs heavily. I heft it with one hand, fingers curved beneath it, as I have seen him do with his own cock. With the other, I trickle a clear lubricant along its length from a plastic bottle.

He is lying at the edge of the bed, legs apart, feet on the floor. A small Asian girl is straddling his chest, her vagina pressed against his mouth as she leans over to knead his scrotum and suck his cock. Still holding the dong, my fingers smearing oil around its unlikely girth, I walk slowly towards the bed. The girl sits up and extends a tiny hand towards me.

Lift your legs, I tell him. I bend slightly and put the crook of my arms behind each of his knees to push them back, gently, towards his chest. The girl’s fingers entwine with mine around the dong. She pulls it forward to position its tip at his straitened anus. I ease my weight onto my arms at the back of his legs, bringing his ass upwards and spreading the cheeks. I slant my pelvis towards him and hear him grunt as the dong begins to penetrate.

More, she whispers to me. As if to still his nervousness, she traces the knot of veins beneath the head of his cock with her tongue. The dong’s translucent skin slips  from view within him. I rock my hips gently to match the rhythm of his: now the girl’s is sucking the glans, thumb and forefinger encircling the top of the shaft, stroking it quickly up and down. His ass relaxes and invites me deeper.

She lifts her mouth from him suddenly. I sense him clench the rubber slickness of the dong but the spray of hot cum against my belly is sudden. I thrust forward and hold hard against him. Another spray, a sated shudder. And I begin to come, too.