Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 114492 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 572(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114492 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 572(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
“My pleasure,” I say—though my mind is reeling. I really don’t know what I’ve gotten myself into—and whether this truly will be my “pleasure” or not. I’ve never let a man watch me masturbate before in any form, let alone on a machine with a jet engine.
His fingers slip inside my undies and into my wetness. “This is gonna be epic,” he says, kissing my neck. He snaps the waistband of my G-string. “Take these motherfuckers off, baby.”
I pull my undies down, shuddering with anticipation, and stand before him naked, my clit throbbing under his gaze.
“You’re gorgeous,” he says, his eyes smoldering. “You ready?”
I nod.
“Climb on, cowgirl.”
“Are you gonna show me how to work the controls first?” I ask.
“Oh, no.” He grins. “You’re not gonna work the controls—I’m gonna work them.”
“You’re gonna work the controls?” I ask, my eyes wide. “No, I’d feel much more comfortable working them for myself.”
“Nope. I gotta be in control, Kat.” His jaw muscles pulse. “That way, you can lose yourself completely. No thinking required. You’ll just go on the ride of your life.” He strokes my hair like I’m a puppy. “I’ll take care of you, babe, I promise. No worries.”
“What if it’s too much? Too fast? Too strong?”
“Then I’ll slow it down.”
There’s a long beat.
“You can trust me. It’ll be fucking amazing.”
I exhale. “You’ll be careful with me? You’ll listen to whatever I say?”
“Of course.” He smiles. “Always.”
“Okay.”
“The vibe on your clit and the rotation of the dildo run completely independently of each other, each of them on a separate control dial. So we’ll start really slow—one stimulation at a time and on the lowest setting. And then we can work our way up higher and higher on the first stimulation—we’ll start with the dildo—and then we’ll add vibe if you’re liking it—nice and slow to start, and we’ll work our way up to The Exorcism. Whatever you can handle.”
“Oh, Jesus,” I say, hopping back. “No Exorcism.”
He laughs.
“I’m serious, Josh. No Exorcism. 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 hit your 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 orgasms loves sex—but a woman who gets G-spot orgasms can’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.