Page 32 of The Naked Cleaner

Bingo.

Hey, Prostate Deluxe Pro, the number one choice of the professional Adult Industry. Apparently. Whatever the blurb had screamed out at me to make me buy it, but it’s now sitting nicely in the palm of my hand, alongside the discreet-looking bottle of lube, and then there is this beautiful dude panting and shaking a little and looking… yeah. Now he’s embarrassed and doing all those things that I myself did last night. Hiding under the pillow and wanting to sink into the mattress with shame.

“I’ll be gentle.” I whisper, getting some kind of insane Papa Bear impulse, where I throw myself on top of him and kiss him like I am starving.

What the hell is wrong with me? This is not me. This is definitely not who I am.

“You are gorgeous. “ My mouth churns out, while I stare at him like he’s edible.

Which of course he is, because then I sit up and smear lube everywhere and I shake like I’m full of fever when I am not.

I’m full of him. I think. High on everything that he is, and I am not. I say it again, I don’t know what I am doing, or what he is doing to me, but I let out a little laugh, and he smiles back, all red cheeked and maybe a little teary eyed as my fingers start to carefully circle his skin. The slightly hairy bits. The tight ring of muscle.

I’ve never done this, but somehow, I kind of think. I know what I am supposed to be doing, and although in real life it’s awkward as fuck in your head, it’s actually totally natural once your hands are down there, and his cock is back in my mouth where it belongs, then my finger gently prods at his opening as his mouth shouts out something that makes me want to giggle again. Which is hard when your mouth is full of cock and balls.

Then the damn massager is all slippery with the lube and just slides through my fingers instead of gently slipping inside him. It takes a few goes, and I have to let go of his cock and use both hands, but he roars when I finally get it all under control and the smooth plastic slides inside of him.

I wish it was me. Fuck I’m such a needy greedy bottom.

And yes. I say that out loud. Not that I meant to, but I’m so shocked at myself that I say it again.

“I can’t wait for you to do this to me. I think I am probably a damn needy greedy bottom.”

“Fuck yeah” He pants and his whole body seems to clench and release as the massager starts to slip out of him, and I push it gently back in, at the same time as I give his cock a few good licks.

“Oh, hell, you are amazing. Please. More. Oh. Pontus. Baby.”

“You sure talk a load of shit.” I giggle and turn the vibrations on with one hand as the other starts pumping my own cock.

“Fuck.” I whine.

I shouldn’t have done that. Now I am desperate to come, and struggling to hold it back as Louis shouts and wriggles beneath me... I think I might have hit the right spot.

He looks totally unhinged, his hips shaking and he’s moving in little jerks, his body shifting all over the place and his hands are jamming the pillow back over his head.

And I lose the plot.

I’m not even ashamed to say it.

I hump the sheets like some lunatic, and suck his cock back into my mouth and the prostate massager just seems to do its thing as I nudge it with my hand to keep it inside of him. My nose buried in his pubes as I take him as far down as he can go, and yeah.

Then I scream, my mouth full of cock and my dick releasing into the sheets, and I think he comes, because his hips rise off the mattress and he is shouting so loudly that I’m sure that my neighbours must think they have front row seats to the Pontus Andreassen porn show.

I think I pass out.

I think I may have died, and killed him off in the process.

I think that may have been the best sex ever.

I think I’m a bloody pro at this sex thing.

What the fuck did I just do?

Oh, and now I’ll have to look him in the eye, and all he will see is that I just had his cock in my mouth and my fingers up his arse, and then I fucked him with a Prostate Deluxe Pro.

The number one choice of the Adult Industry.

Fuck my life.

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