Page 127 of Rigger's Mistake

Rigger flips off the overhead lights and turns on the black lights that run around the room. The space takes on a whole new appearance as different aspects light up with neon colors, thanks to the special lights.

I kneel on the crater-shaped bed and take in the sexy alien artwork on the walls, the geometric shapes painted on the hardwood floor, and the tie-dye bedding I’m on. Even my hot pink mesh panties and thong are glowing. The set makes me feel sexy. My nipples and pussy are visible in normal light, but with the black light, only the neon-checkered pattern can be seen.

Rigger approaches, the whites of his eyes and the neon green cock sleeve with attached scrotum ring glowing brightly. While we’ve explored most of the experience rooms at the Honey Pot many times, this is our first time in the Galaxy Room.

“Lie down on your stomach,” he says, stroking his length that’s even bigger now with the layer of silicone covering it.

I fall forward close to the edge and wrap my hand around him, feeling the suckers that run along the underside of the sheath. I never imagined this to be a turn-on, but goddamn, is it ever. Tightening my grip, I stroke him up and down while I wrap my lips around the only part of his cock that’s him, his fat mushroom head peeking out the top. With my other hand, I palm his balls that are pulled taught from the ring.

“Shit, babe. That feels so fuckin’ good.” He tangles his hand in my hair at the nape of my neck and I moan as a burst of pre-cum hits my tongue.

Way back before Rigger and I reunited, all I wanted was for sex to be normal and not feel like a punishment. I never expected that someday I’d know the joy of the intimacy and trust that it builds. And the pleasure. Oh my god, the pleasure. I’ve had more mind-blowing orgasms since Rigger came back into my life than I can count, many of them because of the playful and fun environment the brothel creates.

Not that the times we make love in the cabin aren’t special, because they are, but there’s a magic about this place that strips away my inhibitions and lets me be whatever the scene inspires.

I swirl my tongue around his tip before lightly scraping my teeth down it, earning me a growl from Rigger. With my hair in high space buns and tall, white tube socks pulled up my legs, I’m feeling extra naughty.

Holding his cock up, I dip lower to mouth on and suck his freshly shaven balls. Turns out, it takes some preparation to put a cock sleeve on, including a lot of grooming. Rigger wasn’t sure he wanted to take a razor to such a sensitive area, but I had my ways of convincing him.

“Get on your knees,” he orders, and I comply. Reaching out, he palms my breasts, teasing my nipples through the fabric.

“God, this is so hot.”

“You have an alien fetish, babe?” His hands creep lower until it finds my drenched core.

“I have a Rigger fetish,” I say breathily as he tickles a finger against my slit.

Then his hand is gone, and he’s ripping away the mesh covering my chest. He palms a breast and dips down to suck a nipple into his mouth while his other hand reaches around to grab my ass. My head tips back, my breaths coming faster as he flicks his tongue against my puckered nipple before moving to the other, giving it the same treatment.

“Come here,” he says, taking my hand. I climb off the bed and follow him to the swing. “Sit down here.”

Helping me in, he guides my hands up, directing me to hold on as he secures straps around my thighs that force my legs apart. Before we came in here, he explained everything he wanted to do and asked for my consent. It would feel awkward and clinical if he didn’t make talking about it nearly as sexy as the actual experience. Communication is a good thing, especially when he’s describing—in detail—all the ways he wants to make me come.

He moves behind me and holds me against him with a hand around my throat, sucking and biting on my earlobe and kissing that place behind my ear that drives me wild.

When he’s had enough, he reaches under my arms and between my legs to rip the mesh apart, like he did with my top. Spreading his first two fingers, he torments me by running them up and down the length of my outer pussy lips, keeping just shy of where I need him.

“Rigger,” I whine.

“Have you been a good girl today?” He leisurely runs his fingers up and down my inner thigh.

“Yes.”

He chuckles darkly. “Then say please.”

“Please,” I beg.

Four fingers rub now, spreading my arousal from my asshole to my clit. “God, you’re so wet for me.”

I grip the straps of the swing, holding on tight as a finger pumps inside me, making obscene wet sounds. I’m so aroused but can’t be bothered to be embarrassed. Besides, my man loves witnessing all the ways my body reacts to his touch.

He pulls out and traces my mouth with the same finger, coating my lips in my juices. I turn my head to the side, and he grips my cheeks, holding me in place as he licks it off with a sloppy kiss. Our mouths remain fused together as his hand returns between my legs, finger-fucking me with two digits this time.

“Need you to come for me,” he growls, adding his thumb against my clit to the mix.

“I want to come with you inside me,” I pant.

“Oh, you will, but I’m thicker with this thing on, and I need you soft and relaxed.” Bringing his other arm around me, he plays with my breasts, knowing they’re a direct line to my pussy.

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