Have him lie on the bed, face down

"Um...maybe you should lie on the bed on your stomach," you suggest. "That might be the most comfortable while I figure out what I'm doing." You **** a tight chuckle, which also makes him laugh.

"Don't worry, whatever happens, I'll tell Simon that you were amazing," he says. He leans in and kisses your velvet soft lips. Startled, you pull back. "I'm sorry," he says. "Is kissing against the rules? Or does it cost extra?"

You shake your head, your white stripes turning pink as you blush. "No, no...it's not that. It's just...no one's ever kissed me before, not like that."

"Oh," he says slowly, reaching up to brush a lock of hair out of your eyes. "So, is it okay if I kiss you again?" Mutely, you nod, and he presses his lips to your sooty-black muzzle, his warm, wet tongue brushing against you lips, seeking entrance. You open your mouth to him, a soft moan rising in your throat as his tongue dances with yours.

He takes your hand and leads you to the bed, lying in the middle on his stomach, his head pillowed on his folded arms and his legs spread in invitation. Still nervous, you climb on the bed, kneeling between his legs, and peel off your nightgown. Thanks to the ribbon wrapped around your cock and balls, you're still hard, your rigid rod aching for release. You consider taking the ribbon off, but if it will help you stay hard until you satisfy Lance, you might be better off with it on.

Taking your cock in hand, you press the blunt head between his ass cheeks and rub it up and down his slippery crack, making sure your flesh is well-covered by the lube. He raises his hips off the bed, silently pleading for you to fuck him. Placing your cockhead against his tight pucker, you slowly push, feeling that ring of muscle expand and stretch around your impressive girth.

"Oh, fuck, you're huge," he moans, his feet twitching, the muscles in his legs and butt as hard as stone as he struggles to take you. You push just a little more, the resistance easing once your crown is past that guardian muscle. You pause to let him catch his breath. "I don't know if this is such a good idea," he pants. "Having your cock in me is intense, but I wouldn't say it feels good, and I can't imagine wanting to cum from this."

"Give me a chance," you say. "My cock is hardly inside you at all. I'm sure it'll feel better once I'm really in you."

"Oh, all right," he says. "Just keep in mind, it won't reflect badly on you, whatever happens."

"I'm not worried about that," you say. "I want to make you cum. You're a nice guy and you deserve it." Slow and easy, you sink your meat into his tight passage, his inner walls gripping you as you fill him. Suddenly, he moans, his whole body shuddering.

"What was that?" he asks. "What did you do?"

"What did it feel like?"

"Like...like...almost like cumming, but not as intense or quick. It felt amazing."

"I must have found your prostate," you say, pulling back a few inches before thrusting in again.

"Oh, fuck yeah, that's the spot," he gasps. "I had no idea it could feel this good."