by Shey Stahl
Licking his bottom lip, I watched the playfulness in his stare. “Move your legs as if you’re trying to hold on to the pole and climb up it. Only you’re not. You’re just making the motions.”
“What?” I couldn’t understand what he was talking about so he jumped down from the bars and stood before me, his face eye-level with my center.
Taking my left leg, he pried it from the pole and then straightened it, hands curling around my calf. “Now raise it like this.” He then proceeded to make the climbing motion as if I was using my legs to climb.
Easy enough, right?
No. Not at all.
I pushed myself, using any strength I could muster to stay there and not fall from the pole. I wanted to understand how it was possible to achieve an orgasm by climbing a pole. And if I was honest, I’d say it had to do with the fact that I wanted Brevin to witness me doing this, in front of him. To get yourself off in front of someone else is the ultimate in trusting them, and being vulnerable yourself. I was letting him see me exposed when I let go of everything I held onto and relaxed.
Suspended five feet in the air, I clung to the pole, slipping down inches and climbing back up. Within a minute or so, I had this fluttering feeling, a tickle in the lowest part of my belly that made me clench the pole tighter. The intensity in which it felt, and the control to hold on intensified everything from my breathing, to Brevin’s stare on me, to the feeling it was giving me. It was more than what I felt the first time I let Josh watch me with someone else. This was entirely different because Brevin wasn’t touching me at all. This was all me, showing him myself, for him to judge me. And he wasn’t. He was giving me his rapt attention.
“It’s not about making contact with your clit,” he said softly, his breathy tone hitting me and sending a spike of ecstasy through me. “It’s the contraction and release of pelvis floor muscles that gives you that feeling.”
His closeness, his attention to my movements, his erection evident in his shorts, it was all too much.
I couldn’t say anything to him. I was completely out of breath and trying to hold on to see where this was going to lead. It was unlike anything I’d ever felt. There was this tingle, deep inside, stirring, just on the brink letting me know that if I continued, it would give me so much. When my eyes would meet Brevin’s, the tingling felt metaphoric in a way. If I allowed him to show me what he would give to me, then what?
My arms and legs felt like jelly, a sedated exhaustion creeping up. Pushing past the burn, the state where I thought my legs and arms would give out in complete fatigue, I felt that sensation, just on the verge, ready, waiting, wanting me to give. My hooded eyes found Brevin and cast down on him, his arms at his sides, fists clenched and chest heaving in quick breaths as he watched me. My legs pumped, up and down, over and over again.
I had this picture in my mind, of Brevin doing this, frantically pumping his legs up and down to achieve this feeling. Oh, God, the images. I wanted to beg him to do this for me. I wanted to watch him in the midst of these feelings.
“You are so fucking sexy.” He shook his head. As if he couldn’t take the images he was seeing, his hand moved from his side to palm his erection. His eyes drifted closed at the sensation. They didn’t stay closed long, no, they couldn’t. They snapped open to watch me, his hand moving away from between his legs.
“Do you feel that?” His voice was low, eyes wide and on my body. “Do you feel the fluttering in your stomach, the need to keep going?”
Swallowing over panting breaths, I nodded, my cheek pressing into the cool metal of the pole.
Never ever in my life did I think I would be fucking a pole to get off, but then in the back of my mind, had I discovered this as a kid like he did, I would have installed a stripper pole in my room as a teenager and never left the house.
After several seconds of vigorously moving my legs in that particular motion, a rhythmic squeezing of my thighs and then raising them, I repeated the process. A warm sensation stirred in my lower abdomen, centered around my sex, but I could tell this orgasm, this feeling had absolutely nothing to do with the nerve endings around my clit. My pussy flooded with juices, my shorts slick making the friction easy. My clit bumped against the metal ever, the gentlest of touches despite my frantic movements. Brevin was right. It wasn’t even in contact with the pole. My entire body buzzed as my eyes felt like they rolled back into my sockets. My body shook with a flowing heat, completely drained and on fire. Fuck, even my lips felt numb.
Loosening my grip, I slid down the pool with a sedated starry like sensation creeping over my entire body until my feet touched the mat. Unable to control my breathing, I collapsed to the floor, sprawling out over the mat, arms and legs splayed like I was flying through the air.
Brevin did the same and lay next to me.
After a moment of staring at the ceiling, I turned to look at him feeling the heat in my cheeks burning so bright they throbbed. “I think I pulled an arm muscle.”
Brevin laughed, his chest rapidly rising and falling. “Now you see?”
See what? That you’re sexy as hell and you don’t seem to realize it?
“How did you ever stop doing that once you discovered it?”
He let out another breathy laugh. “Climbing ropes in school is a little obvious once people know why you’re doing it.”
“Did you ever get caught?”
“I did once. I think I was in the fifth grade and my teacher was screaming at me to get down. I couldn’t stop myself. It was too intense so I stayed up there and rode it out. Anyways, when I got down, she was pointing at me and telling me to go to the principal’s office and spewing all this shit that I should be embarrassed.”
“Were you?”
He quirked an eyebrow at me. “Are you embarrassed right now?”
“Certainly not after feeling that.”
He turned his head looking back up at the ceiling. “Well then, you’ve got your answer.”
“That was…I don’t even know how to describe it.”
“Neither did I,” he mused. “I was really young at the time. I didn’t even know what sex was at that age let alone what an orgasm was. And even afterwards, once I discovered how good climbing the ropes felt, I still didn’t associate it with an orgasm. Just that it felt good.”
“When did you finally associate the two?”
“I think I was in middle school or something. Not long before that chick dry humped me.” He laughed, turning to face me again, eyes watchful as he revealed intimate details of his life to me. “I looked at Playboy and got hard. So I stuck my hand down my shorts and went from there.” Drawing his bottom lip into his mouth, teeth catching it before releasing. “What about you? Had you ever gotten yourself off?”
“I have before, yes.”
He sighed heavily through his nose. Turning to his side, his hand moved from the mat to my lower stomach tracing circles near the band of my shorts. “All this talk, and fucking you online is making this really hard.”
“I know. I want you too. But you don’t want to be filmed, or have Josh there, do you?”
He hadn’t said it, but I knew Brevin held some apprehensions for the situation of Josh wanting to watch, I could see it on his face every time we talked about it in person.
Brevin shook his head. “No, I don’t want to have him there. And it’s not cheating if you have an open relationship.”
“I wouldn’t say it’s an open relationship. He gave me one rule to never break.”
“And you think he’s not fucking Addison on the side?” he asked quietly, his gaze traveling over me.
The thing was, I didn’t know. I could see myself dancing dangerously on the edge here, unable to understand if I tipped one way or the other, what that would mean for my relationship with Josh, or with Brevin.
I DIDN’T JUST message Brevin. There were other guys. It was like I was searching around in a way. I hadn’t slept with anyone beside Josh after Reed.
That was when Cre
ampie77hot messaged me.
Based on his profile pictures, Mr. Creampie wasn’t exactly someone I would have initially chosen. But when I saw his video of him stroking his cock, well, I reconsidered.
Creampie77hot: Here’s a pic for ya. My shlong is waitin’ for ya to ride it.
One thing I noticed about Creampie was, yeah, he had a schlong all right. Like ten fucking inches. I wanted to tell him sex with us was never happening because he’d blow my spine out.
Aside from the very large penis, I noticed the girl in the background, on the bed.
Cutiewitbootie: Is that your girlfriend on the bed?
Creampie77hot: No. That’s my doll.
His doll?
Cutiewitbootie: Your. Doll…
Creampie77hot: Yes. My doll. I have sex with her.
After Reed had me stick my finger up his ass and that dreadful experience when I was later tea bagged, this doll wasn’t surprising at all. In fact, it seemed somewhat normal.
Cutiewitbootie: She looks real.
Wanna know what wasn’t normal?
The fucking girl looked exactly like Miley Cyrus. In her normal days. Which was slightly even more disturbing because of her age.
Creampie77hot: She better look real for ten grand.
For that price he could have paid a for a mail order bride with a real pussy.
My God, the things men do for pleasure is unreal!
Creampie77hot: Would you be willing to join us?
Was he fucking serious?
Cutiewitbootie: Us?
I typed the words slowly, shocked I had to specify us and knowing damn well what us meant.
Creampie77hot: Ya, me and the doll.
The doll? He wanted me to have sex with the doll.
Was that even possible?
I logged off immediately. I was going to need to figure out how to block Creampie.
JOSH CALLED THAT night to check on me and we ended up using Facetime and I told him about Creampie.
“What?” Josh laughed when I sent him a screenshot.
“He wants me to have sex with his doll.”
Josh raised an eyebrow and I could see he was in his hotel room, Jeb and Addison behind him. “His doll?”
“Yup. She looks like Miley Cyrus too.”
Josh burst out laughing.
We were silent for a moment, when our laughter subsided, and then I asked, “Addison is there?”
“Yeah,”—he twisted and glanced over his shoulder—“she came up tonight. Missed Jeb.”
“And you?” I teased, drawing my legs up to hug them to my chest.
He smirked, rolling his eyes. “Nah.” Sitting forward, his elbows rested on the table and I could tell the conversation made him nervous. “I gotta go though. We’re heading to dinner. I’ll call you tomorrow night.”
“Okay…”
He blew me a kiss and then hung up.
Again, Brevin popped into my head. “And you think he’s not fucking Addison on the side?”
Josh’s reaction to me not wanting to go to Leavenworth with them, and now Addison being with them in Canada, I was beginning to question his intentions behind this.
Was I any better with Brevin?
I certainly didn’t want to tell Josh about Brevin. For one, Brevin worked for him and I was afraid if he found out, Josh would fire him.
I was also worried had Josh known about my messages with Brevin, he would be upset. So did I have any right to be upset if Addison was there?
Probably not.
I WAS IN bed that night watching television when my phone beeped with a notification from Adult Friend Finder. It was a message from Brevin.
Wakes22: Hey there. You up?
Cutiewitbootie: Yep.
Wakes22: I’m hard. Help me out? Someone left me hot and bothered this afternoon.
Dropping the remote, my body relaxed at the thought of actually helping him out and the way he watched me with such rapt attention today.
Cutiewitbootie: Of course you are.
Wakes22: Feel like showing me that wet pussy again?
Just tell him to come over. You know you want to. My hands shook, desperate to type the message out but then I didn’t, afraid he actually would come over.
Cutiewitbootie: Maybe.
Wakes22: Aw, don’t be shy. Show me.
Wakes22: I’d be happy to stroke it for you right now. If you were in my bed right now…fuck…the things I’d be doing to you.
Cutiewitbootie: Show me.
Wakes22 sent you a video.
It was him—on his bed—completely naked with his phone held above his body. Fuck, it was so hot. His long hard body with just the right amount of hair. The way his muscles were contracting and moving as his hand worked his erection.
I wanted my mouth, my pussy, anything on him right then.
Wakes22: Would you be rubbing this hard cock like this?
It was everything I could do right then to one, not beg him to come over, and two, beg him to come all over me, literally.
Cutiewitbootie: How would you want me?
Wakes22: Bent over with your ass up. I’d start by rubbing my cock against your ass. I’d wanna make sure your pussy was good and wet.
Cutiewitbootie: And how do I get to help?
Wakes22: I’d make you turn around and slide that hot mouth around my cock and watch you suck a little while I hold your hair in my fist.
Cutiewitbootie: Mmmm. Then what?
My thighs shifted together, already so turned on by this I couldn’t imagine when I was actually with him, what it’d be like. I wanted it now.
Wakes22: I’d return the favor, have you grind on my face slowly and suck on your clit. I’d use my fingers and make you come on my face so I could lick every single drop of your juices off. Fuck…I’m so hard right now.
Cutiewitbootie: Mmmm. Yummy. I’m very good at giving head.
I’d actually perfected it to the point I felt comfortable saying that to him and knowing damn well I would be able to provide him with a blow job he’d never forget when the time came.
Wakes22: Oh yeah?
Cutiewitbootie: Yep.
Wakes22: I’d love for your mouth to be on me right now.
Cutiewitbootie: It’d be my pleasure.
Wakes22: Careful. I may just show up at your house.
Cutiewitbootie: At this point I think I’d like that.
Wakes22: You should sneak a picture of you panties for me. C’mon. Be naughty for me. Prove to me how bad you want me. I want to see a naughty girl begging for my cock.
I sent him a picture of my wet panties.
Wakes22: Mmm. There’s my naughty girl. You want that pussy fucked hard, don’t you?
Cutiewitbootie: I do. I’d ride you until I came and then I’d like you to fuck me so hard I screamed.
Wakes22 sent a video.
It was another one of him stroking himself, this time harder, a clear indication he was worked up by the tiny drop of semen on the head of his erection. Fuck. I stared at the video, my breathing accelerating into panting. I felt like a teenage boy obsessed with a porno, rewinding it over and over again to watch the way his body hunched forward at one point, his head thrown back against the pillow. Every hard line of his amazing body called to me. I wanted my tongue and anything else all over him.
Cutiewitbootie: You still there?
Wakes22: Sorry. Damn.
Wakes22: I want you to fuck that. I want your drool all over it.
Jesus, he’s so different in these messages from in person.
Cutiewitbootie: I bet you like spit all over your cock, don’t you?
Wakes22: Fuck yes. Tell me what you want me to do.
Cutiewitbootie: Lie on your back with your hands behind your head.
Wakes22: You got it. What’s your plan for me?
Cutiewitbootie: Should I blindfold you?
Wakes22: Maybe…
Cutiewitbootie: Or I could handcuff you to the bed.
Wakes22: God, yes. I l
ove a woman in control. Handle me, baby.
Cutiewitbootie: I don’t like to handle. I like to be handled.
Wakes22: Oh, I’ll handle you for sure. But right now, my dick is throbbing in my hand. Tell me more.
Cutiewitbootie: I’m going to start at your toes, lightly touch my way up the inside of your thighs.
Wakes22: Keep going.
Cutiewitbootie: As soon as I can see your cock jump with anticipation, I’m going to nibble on the inside of your thigh and then lick your balls.
Wakes22: Fuck yes. Then what?
Cutiewitbootie: Then I’m going to put that hard cock in my mouth and let it hit the back of my throat. All the way until my eyes water.
Wakes22: Good girl. My cock is throbbing so hard while your tongue slides up and down it.
Cutiewitbootie: Mmmm. You’re a naughty boy, aren’t you? I’m going to slowly fuck your cock with my throat until I gag. And damn, I think I heard you gasp.
At that point, I was so wet and my body was flushing that I took out that toy I had, turned it on the lowest vibrate and then sent him a picture.
Cutiewitbootie: See how wet I am?
This time the picture was of my pussy. A clear bare shot for him.
Cutiewitbootie: After you fuck me, I’m going to suck all my juices off your cock.
Wakes22: Jesus fucking Christ, Logan. I can’t last like this.
Cutiewitbootie: Oh, baby, you better last because when you’re with me, I want a man who can handle me. Once you’ve made me come, I’m going to untie you so I can lean forward on top of you and spread my ass cheeks so you can bury yourself deep inside my wet tight pussy.
He didn’t say anything for a second.
And then ten more seconds.
And then the message dinged. Wakes22 sent you picture.
It was of him, arms out against the bed and his load all over his stomach.
Cutiewitbootie: Weak.
Wakes22: I’m fucking weak for you, baby. Fuck. I saw your pussy and I lost it.
Cutiewitbootie: You need to work on that.
Wakes22: Give me a second. Round two?
I laughed, my hand cupped over my mouth, cheeks so fucking red I thought I was on fire. Part of me questioned who the hell I was. The seed had been imbedded in me. Without a doubt, I desired being wanted like this. It was thrilling and gratifying in ways I could have never imagined, had it not been happening.
