Page 12 of Taurus

Sam shimmied out of his jean shorts. No underwear. The crotchless fishnets still on. He turned around, flashing his ass at me, bending over and pulling his cheeks apart. “I can take any dick or toy, and please myself. You can’t take any hole and expect the treatment mine will give your cock.”

I’d never had such a bossy bottom, but I was into it. “Let’s see about that,” I said, calling his bluff. I drank more of the gin, smacking my lips at how refreshing it was. “I have toys. I don’t use them. They’re just for show to take pictures with.” I placed the glass on the floor by the tripod. “Some of them are huge. What size is your maximum?” In a box in the corner of the room, it was a treasure trove of dildos. There were different types, some vibrated, others were shaped in fictional monster dongs, others were tentacles. None of them had been anywhere near my ass, they were all used on the teddies, and my subscribers ate it up.

“I’ve never had a maximum. There’s no such thing as too big, or too thick.” Sam laid on the bed, ass in the air, pushing his chubbed cock down. “So surprise me.”

A surprise would be to climb onto the bed and just fuck him. “You have any preference?” I asked. “I noticed you were a little tight earlier, so maybe something to loosen you up.”

He wiggled his ass high before pushing down on the bed like he was fucking my comforter. “I told you to surprise me.”

I knew this was going to be a fight for control, but I didn’t know how scrappy he was. I could get scrappy, and I was more than willing to tame him. “What about ropes?”

“I don’t do ropes when I’ve had a drink,” he said.

“Got it. Me either. I was just—”

“Testing me?”He pound his hips into the bed once more, his ass jiggling. “But yeah, I do ropes. If you’re lucky, I might use them on you.”

I reached into the box, grabbed out a large silicone purple dildo with balls, and a suction attachment. “Do you say stuff like that so you get fucked harder?” I asked.

“Why?” he asked, looking behind and behind distracted by his own ass. “Does it make you want to tear this up?”

It did, and I was mad about it, because whatever he was doing. It worked. “I think this will do the trick.” I smacked the dildo in my palm. “Arch your back again.”

“Like this?” He arched his back up, hunching hover. “I don’t think this is what you mean.” He laughed, dropping from the position.

I slipped out of my trousers, letting my boxers fall with them. “You know the arch I want,” I told him. “Go on. Face down, ass up.”

Sam looked back at me, the internal struggle of decided whether or not he wanted to follow my instruction was clearly painted on his face. He sighed, arching down to tease the structure of his back, hidden by the crop top.

“Did you clean up after we fucked before?” I asked, climbing on the bed. His hole was glistening like a glazed ring donut. “Because I think I still see a little lube.”

“Yes, I cleaned.”

From experience, I knew the lube from the club had staying power. “You just come pre-lubed now then?”

He reached back, pulling his cheeks apart to feel his hole. “I guess there’s still some there,” he said. “But if you stay lubed, you don’t need to get lubed. Or whatever the saying is.” He gave his own ass a spank. “I was promised some ass eating.”

My cock bounced around with throbs, every time Sam sassed me. I wanted to shove it in his mouth and force him to gag on it for a little bit, but he was right, I had said I’d eat his ass, and from my angle, I was desperate to stick my face into him. “And what did you promise me?” I asked, jumping into the bed, almost right into his ass.

“I promised you a drink, which I made, and you said you loved.”

Sam was warm, I pressed my mouth to his cheek, kissing it. I playfully him. He wiggled around like I was a shark and he was trying to flick me off. I bit him a couple times, seeing my teeth mark his perky peach ass. This is what I’d wanted to do earlier, and now I could.

I went in with my tongue, followed by a couple fingers. He continued to hump at the bed, pushing his ass further into my face. He moaned as my tongue worked a magic I knew it possessed. For a while, Sam wasn’t saying anything.

Fingers followed after my tongue as I went down to work on his cock. Sucking it from behind I had all the control. He moved to my every whim, ass getting higher, back arching deeper. For mostly wearing a mask when I fucked, I missed out on what my tongue could do, taking notes from the way he’d sucked my cock earlier. My tongue at his tip, fast motion across the head, summoning up nature’s lube in the form of precum. “Good boy,” I said, and his cock twitched with a little more sticky precum. I transferred it directly to his hole with my tongue, using his own precum as lube was hot, it was almost like he was fucking himself.

A jumble of sounds came out of his mouth in a moan, and none of them sassing me.

“I’m gonna use the toy now,” I said, spanking his ass with the purple dildo. “Turn around.” He followed my instruction. “Open your mouth.” And once more, obedient now. I placed the dildo in his mouth and he immediately sucked on it like his second nature was kicking in. He moaned on it, a hand around the silicone shaft trying to work it like a real cock. I tugged it away. “Don’t get too carried away.”

His tongue was out, saliva dripping from the tip.

“I think I’ve learned which buttons to press,” I said, tapping his tongue with the toy. It was very flexible, flopping around by his face.

“Ass eating is my lust language,” he said. “It’s my reset button. So, use it or lose it, big boy.”

Usually, I’d go slow, ease my bottom onto my cock. Sam wasn’t a case of usually, and I feared he was about to ruin bottoms going forward. Like uncovering a kink you never knew you had, and suddenly not being able to function without that kink. With little warning, I pressed the dildo against his hole, and as deep as it would go.