Double Dildo Experience

Warning: better have your cum-towels handy cuz this one’s kinda filthy.

I wanna go on record right off the bat and state that all of what follows was Kinkgirl’s idea,which actually makes me a little jealous, but at the moment I’m simply clearing my own name in case the smut-police come and take me away.

Here’s how it went down:

The handcuffs were already hanging from her bedposts when I arrived with whiskey and weed, as instructed (and for which I was subsequently grateful). The first words I heard were, “I’m in the mood for a hands-free cumshot. And not a measly one, either.”

So, like, there’s pretty much only one way to make both those things happen at once: offer her my prostate. She’s actually a bit of a prostate-whore, knowing from experience that the more she rubs it, the bigger the cumload. She once gave me analingus for an hour until the tip of her tongue pushed a weighty load out of my cock.

…right, so, where were we:

Once we were all courage-up, she locked my wrists and said, “Let’s make a monster.” Whatever the hell that meant. But I liked the sound of it.

Now picture this:

• me on my back, each wrist cuffed to a bedpost, knees up, feet down
• she slides one greasy end of a cock-shaped double-dong into my ass until the cockhead is planted on my g-spot
• she gets on her back, too — knees up, feet down — and slides the other end of the double-dong into her own ass

She then interlocked our ankles and said, “Look up.”

And there I saw it: Reflected in the ceiling mirror above the bed was a human Rorschach, made of flesh instead of ink, a nearly symmetrical eight-limbed “monster” of pure, dirty-minded filth.

“Watch,” she said.

Above me, as though I were spying on another couple, I devoured the sight of myself pinned in place while she made the last few inches of unexposed double-dong disappear with a single, uninterrupted slide. I couldn’t breathe.

Again, her voice from the opposite end of the bed, “Feel this.” The rims of our assholes touched. It was better than any kiss I’d ever had on the lips.

“Now let’s make lotsa cum.” I grabbed the cuff-chains, bracing myself for utter submission.

What happened next I can only describe as Kinkgirl hulahooping her waist in order to massage both of our asses —hands-free, of course.

The cumshot was heavy enough for both of us to see it blasting across my bare chest from the bed six feet below in the dim lamplight. No cum-towel was necessary: she lapped it up and passed it into my mouth.

“What did you see?” she whispered.

“I saw a monster, Doc.”