Part 2

Lena didn’t stop.

She worked her three fingers deeper, twisting them slowly, feeling the soft, slick walls open around the intrusion. Oil glistened on his skin and ran in thin rivulets down the crack of his ass. Every time she curled her fingertips against his prostate, Avery’s hips gave a tiny, involuntary push back and a sweeter sound slipped from his throat.

She added a fourth finger.

The stretch made him gasp into the table, but he stayed completely open, legs parted, body pliant. Lena poured another thin stream of oil directly over her fingers and kept massaging him open with thorough, unhurried strokes. Her free hand kneaded one full cheek, spreading him wider so she could watch every inch of her fingers disappear.

Avery’s voice came out small and shaky.

“It’s… a lot…”

“I know, baby,” Lena murmured, still working him. “You’re taking it so well.”

She scissored her fingers gently, then pushed deeper until her knuckles pressed against his rim. Avery’s thighs trembled. He never once tried to close them.

Lena finally withdrew her fingers with a wet sound. A thin trickle of oil and spit ran down toward his balls. She stood between his legs, looking at the open, glistening hole for a long second, then reached for the waistband of her pants.

Her cock sprang free—thick, dark, heavily veined, already leaking. She stroked it once with her oiled hand, then pressed the fat head against his entrance.

“Just relax,” she said, voice low. “I’m going in slow.”

Avery nodded against the table, fingers curling into the sheet.

Lena pushed forward.

The thick head stretched him wide. Avery’s mouth opened on a high, broken moan as the first few inches sank in. Lena held still, one hand stroking his lower back, giving him time. When she felt him soften around her, she pressed deeper—another few inches, then more—until her hips finally met the full, soft curve of his ass and every last bit of her cock was buried inside him.

A visible bulge pushed against the soft skin of his lower stomach.

Lena exhaled hard, clearly stunned.

“Look at that,” she whispered, almost to herself. “You took all of it.”

She stayed fully seated for several long breaths, letting him feel the heavy pulse of her cock. Then she began to move—slow, deep withdrawals almost to the tip, followed by long thrusts that filled him completely again. The wet sound of oil and the soft slap of her hips against his ass filled the quiet room.

Avery pushed back to meet every stroke, moaning into the sheet, legs staying wide open. Lena’s hands gripped his hips harder. She leaned over his back, still fucking him in those long, thorough strokes, and spoke close to his ear.

“You like this, don’t you?”

Avery’s voice came out small and shaky.

“Yes… it feels so good…”

She smiled against the side of his neck and picked up the pace.

Lena’s hips kept moving in those long, deliberate strokes, each one sinking every inch of her thick cock back into the soft, oiled heat of Avery’s body. The wet sound of skin meeting skin filled the small room, mixed with the soft, broken moans he couldn’t quite hold back. She watched the way his hole stretched wide around her shaft every time she pulled almost all the way out, then swallowed her again on the next thrust. A thin sheen of oil and precum glistened along the length of her cock.

She leaned over him more fully, pressing her chest against his back, and reached around to wrap one oiled hand around his small, leaking cock. She stroked him in time with her thrusts—slow, tight pulls that made his hips twitch and his voice go higher.

“You’re so soft inside,” she murmured against the side of his neck. “Most boys tighten up. You just keep opening for me.”

Avery’s only answer was a shaky little nod and another sweet, needy sound as she angled her hips and dragged across his prostate with every stroke. His fingers clutched the edge of the table. His legs stayed spread, knees bent, completely offering himself.

Lena’s breathing grew heavier. She started fucking him harder—still deep, still controlled, but with more force behind each thrust. The table creaked under them. Avery’s soft cries grew louder, more desperate. She felt him clench around her when she stroked him faster, and a moment later he came with a high, trembling moan, spilling over her fist and onto the white sheet beneath him.

The tight pulsing of his orgasm pulled a low groan from Lena’s throat. She buried herself to the hilt and came hard, flooding him with thick, hot pulses while she kept grinding deep, making sure every drop stayed inside. She stayed there for a long moment afterward, cock still twitching, one hand gently stroking the soft curve of his ass.

When she finally pulled out, a thick trickle of cum followed, running down over his balls and onto the sheet. Lena looked at the open, glistening hole for several seconds, clearly reluctant to leave it empty. Then she reached for the oil again, poured more over her still-hard cock, and pushed back inside without a word.

Avery gasped, but pushed back to meet her.

“Again?” he whispered, voice small and shaky.

“Again,” Lena answered, already moving. “You’re not leaving until I’ve used this hole properly.”

She fucked him slower this time, almost leisurely, savoring every wet slide. One hand stayed on his hip; the other wandered—stroking his back, pinching a soft nipple when she leaned far enough, occasionally reaching under to play with his sensitive cock until it started hardening again. Avery took everything she gave him with the same soft, open willingness, moaning quietly into the table, never once asking her to stop or slow down.

Halfway through the second round she pulled out, flipped him onto his back with surprising ease, and pushed his knees up toward his chest. The new angle let her sink even deeper. Avery’s eyes fluttered as the thick head pressed against something sensitive inside him. Lena watched his face the whole time—watched the way his lips parted, the way his cheeks flushed darker, the way his small cock twitched against his stomach every time she bottomed out.

“Look at me,” she said softly.

Avery opened his eyes and met her gaze. Lena smiled, dark and pleased, and started fucking him harder again. The wet slap of her hips against his ass filled the room. She spat into her hand and wrapped it around his cock, stroking him roughly while she used his hole. Avery came a second time with a broken little cry, clenching tight around her. Lena followed almost immediately, grinding deep and adding another heavy load to the mess already inside him.

She stayed buried for a long while afterward, catching her breath, one hand gently stroking his thigh. When she finally eased out, Avery’s hole stayed open for several seconds, cum leaking in a steady trickle onto the sheet. Lena watched it with open hunger, then leaned down and licked a long stripe through the mess, tasting herself on him.

Avery shivered.

Lena climbed off the table, still half-hard, and reached for a clean towel. She wiped him down slowly—his stomach, his cock, between his legs—taking her time, fingers occasionally dipping back into his loose hole just to feel how soft he still was. Avery lay there quietly, legs still open, watching her with flushed cheeks and soft eyes.

“You’re not a normal client,” she said after a while, voice quieter now. “Boys don’t usually walk in here. And they definitely don’t take cock like that on the first visit.”

Avery’s voice came out small and a little shy.

“It just felt really good… your hands were warm.”

Lena huffed a soft laugh and shook her head. She helped him sit up, then handed him his folded clothes one piece at a time, watching as he dressed. When he stood on slightly unsteady legs she stepped close, cupped the back of his neck, and kissed him—slow and deep, tasting the leftover salt of sweat and cum between them.

“Come back next week,” she said against his mouth. “Same time. I’ll make sure the room is free.”

Avery nodded, cheeks still pink.

“Okay.”

She walked him to the door of the room, one hand resting low on his back the entire way. In the hallway the receptionist looked up, took in Avery’s slightly messy hair and the careful way he walked, and raised an eyebrow at Lena. Lena only gave a small, satisfied smile and said nothing.

Avery paid at the counter with soft politeness, thanked them both, and stepped back out into the late-afternoon sunlight. The pleasant, heavy ache between his legs reminded him with every step of exactly how thoroughly he had been used. He started the walk home, already wondering how he was going to explain the extra glow on his face to Martha and Blair.