the skin of an ass canal. I wanted the gag off. I wanted to tell Tony how much I was enjoying the fuck, that I wanted him to dig deeper and deeper. I couldn’t tell Tony that, but I could tell that he didn’t need to be told. He was rotating his hips and alternating short strokes and long plunges in a mad frenzy of plowing above me. His dread locks were flying around his head and his chest and arm tattoos seemed alive in their undulating movements in the strobing lights. His nipples were erect and prominent and his washboard stomach muscles were tensing and puffing out with the heavy breathing of his ecstasy. He was beauty in motion in his dance of fearsome fuck, and I was proud now to be the instrument of his mayhem.

He was no more beautiful than at the point of his strong, three-gushes of ejaculation deep inside me. I was almost at the point of coming again myself, and Tony took care of pumping me off in a fountain of sperm between our bellies before he collapsed his sweating torso on mine. He ripped my gag off, and we went into a long, tender kiss.

After several minutes, as I felt his dick softening within me, I spoke. “That was great, Tony. I feel truly fucked. The doctor was right that bondage and the sense of danger was a way to cure our inhibitions. Now you. Release me, and now I’ll do you. Quickly now. I still feel horny as hell.”