Was it all a dream?

Oliver awoke with Kiera nestled in his arms. He watched her slow breathing, her chest rising and falling against his own. Oliver had never considered himself bisexual, but sucking Kiera’s petite cock the night before was one of the sexiest things he’d ever done. Chewing on the thought, he searched within himself and found no conflict, no regrets. Kiera was a beautiful woman, an intriguing conversationalist, and a hell of lay. He gently turned his gaze around the room, careful not to wake the sleeping woman. Inspecting the rather obvious shelf of silicon dicks on display, he was astounded at the sheer variety of the collection. Ranging from the mundane to the comically large, more penis types than Oliver could have imagined stood proudly in neon tinted glory.

His roaming eyes continued across the cozy décor of the room, pausing again to take in a ring light and camera set up. Oliver raised an eyebrow I see, I guess that explains how she has such a nice place on a part time bookseller’s wages. It appeared he’d shared the night with an evidently quite successful camgirl. The thought of the shy and quiet Kiera penetrating herself for the lewd desires of ravenous strangers caused Oliver’s cock to stir. He imagined her lying on her side, looking up with her big brown eyes into the lens as she pumped a rainbow dildo into herself. Kiera stirred, unconsciously pushing her ass into Oliver’s erection.

Kiera’s eyes fluttered open, leaning back and smiling as she saw Oliver behind her, his arms still wrapped tightly around her chest. “I didn’t expect you to stay the night Oliver” she whispered softly, pressing her body into Oliver’s larger frame “but I’m very glad you did.” Oliver nuzzled a kiss into the crook of Kiera’s neck, “well Kiera Watson, your bed is much comfier than mine.” Kiera let out a sparkling laugh, leaning her neck back into Oliver’s tender kisses. Oliver pulled the slender woman up, so she straddled him, the quick change of position drawing a surprised “Oh!” from her lips.

Sitting on Oliver’s thighs, Kiera’s dainty cock was dwarfed by Oliver’s length. Their cocks brushed against each other as Kiera began to slowly rock her hips back and forth. Kiera bit her lip, looking down at their mismatched shafts. Oliver reached up to stroke Kiera’s side with one hand, the other gently rolling a nipple between two fingers. “I haven’t brought a boy home since I changed my name” Kiera said, a dark look passing over her face for a moment. Brightening before Oliver could react, Kiera smiled and continued “so thank you for being the one to christen this bed!” She reached down and tried to grasp their shafts with one hand, laughing as she struggled to wrap her hand fully around them. “Would it be too bold a guess to say you want to give an encore performance?”, Kiera said as she contented herself to rubbing the tip of Oliver’s dick.

Oliver smiled and nodded, giving Kiera’s nipple a sharp pinch, her eyes widening in surprise. “How many times have people said, ‘elementary my dear Watson’ to you?” Oliver inquired, lowering his other hand from her side to squeeze her ass.

“Literally never, you’re absolutely the first person to say that to the literature major who works at a bookstore. The sheer power of your intellect is- “Kiera’s lighthearted snark was interrupted by a slap on the ass. “Ok ok, point taken” Oliver chuckled, his hand on her rear resuming its fondling. Oliver’s head turned, as he examined the shelf of toys, a dirty thought forming. Kiera followed his gaze, before looking down at Oliver curiously, waiting for him to speak.