The chair thing moves again, and I feel like I’m free-falling, but I think he's just moved me, so I am flat. There is a nudge at my back entrance, and I think it’s the dick machine. It’s slow, pulsating, as he pushes against my hole, each thrust teasing my entrance until it breaches and the tip slides in, making me groan.
“Yes, that’s it. I’ll go slow. You’re taking it so well, Derrick,” Micah says proudly. It moves a little further inside me, it feels like a real penis as he slowly thrusts against me. I need oneof these at home too. Screw men, they only hurt your heart. This machine wouldn’t hurt me, no, all it wants to do is make me happy. Can you fall in love with a machine? Is that freaky? Probably, but I don’t care as it continues to inch inside me. I feel full once it’s reached its perfect spot, and then Micah turns the vibration on the dick machine, and I swear I nearly launch myself into the stratosphere.
Fuck me!
All I hear is his dark chuckles and my mind goes blank as the dick machine vibrates my insides, as the sucking machine continues to milk me while my nipples shake. Every tension in my body starts to float away, and I swear I could float away too.
“Feeling good?” Micah asks, and all I can do is nod and groan. “Good. Now I’m about to make it better. Open wide, I’m going to feed you my cock.” I feel his velvety tip against my lips, my mouth opens wide, and I suck him down my throat. “Good boy, nice and slow, I don’t want to come down your throat. Keep me on edge. Tease me. But that is all. You hear me?” I hum my acknowledgment, which pulls a moan from him, which makes me smile. He wasn’t wrong when he said he was going to make me forget. Nothing but a blank white canvas fills my mind as every single nerve ending feels like the Fourth of July fireworks. Micah pulls his cock from my mouth, which is unfortunate because I was enjoying using it as a pacifier. He then changes the vibrations on the dick machine, and holy hell, it sets my body on fire with the new frequency. He does it for the dick and nipple sucker things as well. They are all doing totally different things, and my body zings with power as my balls start to tighten.
“I’m close,” I scream, and I swear that is the last thing I remember when a flash of white light explodes through my sensors as the machines push me over the edge, but the machines don’t stop. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I curse as the delicious release turns over to sensitivity.
“Relax, Derrick, you’ve got another in you.”
What!
He thinks he can pull another orgasm from me. Doubtful. I feel him fiddling with the dick machine, he changes the rhythm again, and the sensations start coming back as if the last orgasm never happened. What is this dick magic he is doing to me?
“Fuck. Oh no. Oh my fucking god. Yes. Yes. Yes,” I scream, probably the entire sex club down as this intense orgasm hits me. As soon as I come, everything disappears from my body, and I swear I black out for a couple of moments. It’s not until I hear Micah calling my name that I come back to the present.
“You did so well, Derrick. I’m so proud of you. You have my dick ready to explode, you think you can make me explode?” Then I feel the nudging at my back entrance.
“Yes,” I moan as I feel Micah slide in.
“There you are, so tight, so ready for me.” He wraps his hand around my now rehardening dick. Did he slip me Viagra or something? How is my dick hard again? His hand slides along my cock, his thumb teasing my slit, and I swear I see stars. I’m just an empty vessel right now, being used for his pleasure, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever done. Micah’s grunts and moans fill my ears, and that tingling feeling starts up my balls and dribbles out of my dick as a wave of euphoria hits me, and we both come together.
Then the world turns black.
I wake up to the sound of water.
“Welcome back, princess.” Micah chuckles. That’s when I realize he has us in a hot tub and it’s bubbling around us. “You needed this after that session. You did so well.”
“You made me come so much I passed out,” I say, enjoying the bubbles on my aching muscles. How the hell did I pull muscles when someone else did the work?
“I aim to please.” He grins triumphantly. “Do you feel sore?”
“A little.”
“Come here,” he says, pulling me in between his legs and turning me around so he can massage me. I lay back against his chest and let his strong fingers work my tired muscles. “I’m sorry you ended up in my bed for all the wrong reasons, but I’m not sorry I got to fuck you,” he whispers against my ear, sending shivers down my body.
“Thank you for helping me forget.”
“Any time. Not sure if you know this, but you can ask for me whenever you are here next, or you can book me in. As much as I would love to continue this outside of the club, I’m not allowed. Technically, I’m not on duty so I could ask for your number, but …”
“I don’t want to get you into trouble, but I do happen to know of this cute boutique in WeHo called Wyld Jones, and next door serves the best coffee in WeHo if you are looking for a cute brunch spot.”
This makes him burst out laughing. “I think I might check it out.”
“You should,” I say, biting my lip.
“And you should try out the request a massage button on the app too,” he says, digging those fingers into my muscles.
“I do love a massage.”
21
DERRICK
“You dirty little whore,” I say, bursting out laughing as I greet Vanessa in the kitchen.
