Private Showing (2 page)

"So you prefer a real cock for that."

"Absolutely.” I grinned. “Got one you can loan me?"

"Maybe."

Yeah, baby.

I got up and began to take off my top.

When Thorn arched an eyebrow, I explained. “I feel a little silly wearing a top with no bottoms."

"Er, right."

I shrugged off the sedate silk blouse and tossed it on my panties and skirt. My lacy bra soon joined the pile.

Thorn's cock surged against his button fly. So tits were his weakness.

Should've known.

Smiling smugly, I cupped my ample breasts, one in each hand, and squeezed them several times. His eyes sort of rolled back in his head. I stepped closer and began tugging my nipples. Naturally, they puffed up in response to my touch—delicate pink rosebuds, begging to be plucked...or was it sucked?

I pulled Thorn's polo shirt out of his jeans. He reached for my tits, not releasing them until I made him. How else would I get that shirt off? His tool belt hit the floor next, then his shoes and socks. All the while, he sucked, palmed, and tugged my tits, oblivious to my actions until I nudged his calves to make him step out of the jeans and boxer briefs I'd just skinnied down his legs.

I grabbed his engorged cock.

His shocked eyes locked with mine. “I thought you were going to try out my inventions."

"And I am...with a little help from you."

"Can we fuck first?"

Finally.

"Nope. Business before pleasure. I have a job to do."

"Damn.” He looked around, then pointed to what looked like a doctor's exam table complete with heel stirrups. “Try that next."

"What's it called?"

"Gynee Fuck."

"Gynee as in gynecologist?"

"That's right. Haven't you ever wished your doctor would nail you?"

"Actually, my MD is a woman."

"Ah."

I walked over to the table and examined it before I hopped up on the red leather cushion. Laying back, I settled my bare feet in the leather covered stirrups, which left my pussy deliciously exposed.

"So what does this thing do?"

"Nothing. It's for role play."

"Well, that's a bust."

"Not if Dr. Thorn does the exam."

"And you made this thing?"

"Yep.” He walked to the end of the table. “Scoot your ass right down to the end here."

I did as requested, actually letting it hang off the table a little. What a sight we made, me, my butt naked “doc,” and his ready cock. Thorn grabbed a rolling stool that apparently came with the table and sat on it, which put his face on a level with my pussy.

"Okay, what have we here?” He touched my pussy lips, spreading them apart with his thumb forefinger, before sliding the fingers of his other hand deep inside me.

I squirmed closer to help him out. Pure heaven.

"I know there's a G-spot somewhere in here. As your doctor, I'd like to check and see if it's working properly.” His fingers slid all around my juicy interior, probably for show, because a split second later he unerringly touched my trigger. I couldn't hold back my resulting whimper.

"Must be it.” Thorn began to stimulate the area, a skilled massage that left me writhing on the table.

"I changed my mind!” I blurted with a gasp seconds before coming. “Let's fuck now."

He laughed at me and abandoned my pussy. “Ass exam first. You'll need to relax."

As if.

Thorn slid one wet finger into my ass. I tried to conceal my intense pleasure, but gave it away when I wiggled uncontrollably. My back and shoulders stuck to the leather beneath them.

"That hurt?"

"No."

"Going for two.” Now two fingers probed my asshole. “Three next.” He added another.

Ahhhh.

"Fuck me, Thorn."

I didn't have to ask twice. Thorn stood and pushed my knees as far apart as they'd go. His swollen prick touched my pussy lips, then smoothly entered me. While he palmed my tits, his deep thrusts rocked the table, scooting my bare body across the red leather. Thorn followed my pussy until we both lay on it—me, with my ankles bobbing in the air; him, with his asshole flashing the ceiling. Just before he came, I grabbed his balls and squeezed.

He shouted as his hot cum shot deep inside me. “Sweeeeeeeet!"

"We're just getting started."

Somehow I pushed him off me and the table. “Now I get to be the doctor."

"What the hell?"

"Your proctologist, to be exact. Bend over that table."

Thorn obeyed, but didn't look exactly happy.

"All the way down until your nose touches, and I want your hands up here.” I patted the other end of the table. Once he complied, I looked all around for a dildo that could be easily detached from whatever erotic device it adorned. Of course I found one. “Too bad there's no lube,” I said, spreading his ass cheeks.

"Now just a damn min—"

"Shut up!'

He did. Making sure he watched me, I licked the dildo thoroughly, then touched the tip to his asshole.

Thorn tensed.

"If you don't relax, this won't be fun."

He tried to. He really did. But he couldn't. So in the end, I had to get lube from my purse. I mean, what respectable Cat Castle buyer ever left home without it? I generously greased the dildo and placed the tip to his asshole again. “Take a deep breath."

He did. I pushed it in all the way to the fake nuts. Thorn's cock went rigid, growing to remarkable size as I repeatedly plunged the dildo inside of him. I played with his balls and prick while I worked him. Sensing he neared release, I pulled the toy out. “I want that cock of yours in my ass
now."

I didn't have to tell him twice.

Before I could step aside, he leapt off the table. One not-so-gentle shove bent me over the arm of the nearby couch. My feet dangled above the floor; my fingers scrambled for a hand hold. Thorn spread my butt cheeks. His swollen cock invaded my tight asshole. I gasped as he nailed me, each thrust deeper than the one before it. His balls slapped my pussy, supercharging my clit until I came without him ever touching it. Thorn's yell echoed in the showroom. I wondered briefly what his coworkers thought, then forgot everything when my own climax consumed me and I added my screams without meaning to. For the longest time, we lay there, connected and panting. Then Thorn gently withdrew.

"You okay?"

I could barely answer. “Yes.” Gasp. “What's next?"

Clearly doubtful, he looked down at his dick, which had fucked me hard twice.

I followed his gaze. “Why don't I give you a minute or five? Meanwhile, I'll try out everything else by myself. You just tell me what to do."

Thorn watched as I walked over to what looked like a swing-sized pink hammock. I ran my hand over the perfectly constructed purple frame and red velvet suspensions.

"I know what this is.” I sat in the loop that formed the seat and began to swing, pointing my red-tipped toes as they rose up in the air and down. Thorn leaned lazily against the wall, his full attention on me. I stole a moment to cherish the sight—wide shoulders, defined pecs, narrow waist. A trail of curly dark hair drew my eyes to his dick, already hard again. Leaning back, I raised my legs and tucked them around the straps from which the swing dangled. That left my pussy stretched open wide and in full view. Thorn's eyes began to gleam.

"Am I doing this right?"

"You're actually supposed to be fucked you while you're in it. That's the whole point."

"Sounds nice. Are you up for it?"

"Getting there."

"A blow job might help. Want to try?"

"Oh yeah."

I jumped right off that silly contraption and ran to him, dropping to my knees so that his cock rested right in front of me. Rested? Not exactly; not anymore. Somewhere between my vault from the swing and my kneeling, his gorgeous prick had doubled in size. I went right down on him—fondling his nuts, sucking that dick, and tonguing the flesh between his balls and asshole until he came so hard he staggered.

I grinned. “Knew you could do it. What's next?” I danced around all the crazy contraptions like some little kid in a candy store, not sure what to try first. Thorn trailed me, his eyes glued to my butt.

Okay, so he was an ass man, too.

Not that he didn't like pussy. The man liked pussy. Oh, and tits.

Catching sight of something I couldn't begin to figure out, I walked over to examine it. Plush black velvet encased a device with parts that defied imagination.

"What the heck is this?"

"The Doggy Fuck."

"M-m-m. Show me what to do."

Thorn helped me mount the machine he'd made, which left me face down and ass up, with my bent knees resting on individual cushions. I touched what looked like velvet dicks mounted on each side near my face. “What are these for?"

"To hold onto."

I grasped them firmly. He laughed. “Not you. Me."

"Huh?"

Without explanation, Thorn flipped a switch. My knee rests began to spread apart.

"Enough!” I blurted when my inner thighs felt stretched to the max.

Thorn waited two more beats before he switched it off. Stepping between my legs, he pushed his stiff cock into my pussy, which stretched to accommodate it. Then he bent over me to grasp the hand holds and begin thrusting. I'd never felt anything like it. The power, the pain, the pleasure—I wanted everything to go on forever. I came so hard that amazing contraption trembled ominously beneath me. When the waves of ecstasy finally died down, I eased free of Thorn's prick and moved to get off.

He stopped me. “Not done yet."

I glanced back at his rigid dick. “Oops. Sorry.” Settling back in place, I waited happily for whatever he'd do next. His cock found my asshole again, no surprise. Only this time he seemed to have trouble getting his engorged dick inside my tight hole.

He slapped my right butt cheek.

"Ow!"

"Relax."

"I am relaxed."

He slapped my left butt cheek.

"Ow! Dammit."

"I said ‘relax.’”

"Baby, I'm Jel-lo."

Thorn stepped back.

I tried to look over my shoulder at him. “What are you doing?"

"Thinking.” He walked all around, making a show of eyeing me. And though I felt ridiculous in that particular position, the twinkle in his eye made me so very hot and needy. “I'll be right back."

Astonished, I watched him walk out the only door I hadn't used. He came back a couple minutes later with a leather-covered paddle, which he slapped noisily against his palm.

"Bad girls get punished."

"I'm naughty, not bad."

"Oh, I don't know about that. You did
this
to me—” he pointed to his primed cock “—and now you won't help me tame it. I think that deserves at least three licks with the paddle."

"Make it six."

"If you insist.”
Pow!

I squealed.

Pow! Pow!

I gasped.

Pow! Pow! Pow!

I burst into tears.

"Shit!” Thorn exclaimed, dropping to one knee by my face. “Did I hurt you?"

"N-n-not at all.” Gulp.

"Then why the waterworks?"

"Because you're just too good to be true."

Thorn burst out laughing. “There's more where that came from, baby. I may look like a normal guy, but I've got the mind of a first-class nympho. How else could I build all these gizmos?"

"Please hurry up and fuck my ass. All the blood rushing to my head is making me dizzy."

"I have a better idea.” Thorn lifted me off that thing and set me on my feet just long enough for him to scoop me up in his arms.

Wide eyed, I let him carry me to the couch, where he sat with me in his lap.

"You're one gorgeous chick, you know that?” Thorn brushed his lips over mine, then began kissing me in earnest. We opened our mouths; our tongues met and mated. He ran his hands all over me. I cradled his balls, then slid my hand over his dick—up and down, up and down.

When he groaned, I got up and pushed him back on the couch. Slowly and deliberately, I straddled him, then lowered my ass onto his dick. My tiny hole resisted for half a second, then stretched to take him in. Every inch of that amazing cock filled me. I threw back my head, moaning with sheer bliss. We came together this time, both of us loudly celebrating our mutual release. And as we wound down, I lay with my face on his hammering heart. When the beat slowed, I raised my head.

"May I ask you something?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Why didn't you agree to be my salesman the first time Mrs. Wilson—"

"Williams."

"—whatever asked?"

"Several reasons. Your hair. Your eyes. Your incredible body."

"You don't like them?"

"I love them, Lakota, which scares me shitless."

"Why?"

"Because you can hurt me. I don't like feeling weak and vulnerable. That's why I avoid all relationships."

"Thorn?"

"Hmm?"

"That's the exact reason I picked you for my salesman tonight. Though the sensible part of me warned you might hurt me, the foolish part suspected you'd be worth it."

Thorn smiled. “So we're both in a bind here."

I wiggled my ass, still stuffed to the max with his cock. “That's one way of putting it."

Now he laughed. “I'll make you a deal. I'll be gentle with you if you'll be gentle with me."

"But what if I like it rough sometimes?"

"I'm all about variety."

"Then we have a deal."

We kissed again. I eased off of him. We got back to business, circling that incredible room filled with pleasure machines. I examined the Titty Twister, the Foot Fuck, and the Cock Socket with interest. We actually tried out the fully functional Tub Teaser, which gave us both a chance to clean up. Then I considered the Space Screw and the Buck Fuckeroo.

Finally I could stall no longer. I walked to my clothes and began to put them on. Thorn, claiming he wanted to help, did everything but, so it took a while to get decent, and my juices soaked the thong before I got it on good. Then I helped Thorn dress, especially enjoying the part where I had to stuff his cock into his boxer briefs. We barely managed to button his fly.

"If you'll follow me home, I'll see what I can do about that.” I rubbed the denim stretched so tightly over it and gave him a wet kiss.