A wooden strap-on you purchased in Mongolia.

From Create Your Own Story

The bellhop blanches at the sight of your new toy, a long black monstrosity you purchased in the darkest depth of Mongolia. The polished wood of the strap-on is ribbed and spiralled with intricate carvings with mysterious script that is not any local dialect. It gleams with horrible sexuality, brutal and elegant.

"Ma'am...wha-what is that?" Stammers the boy as you step back into the warm water, buckling the leather belts around your waist, a sizable knob squeezing into your sensitive womanhood to provide you with stimulation during the proceedings.

"Shhh...just relax. It's only uncomfortable if your tense." It's a lie of course, the wooden cock is far too large not to cause discomfort, but it is worse if he's puckered in fear. You grasp his smooth wet skin and turn him around, his shivering flesh trying to resist you but failing miserably. His firm cock presses slickly against the porcilin of the tub as you force him against it, bending him to display his beautiful untouched ass for you. You explore his skin with your fingers and tease the nape of his neck with your lips, hearing his shuddering breath coursing out of him. You reach down and position yourself, before bracing yourself against his body and thrusting up and in.

His panciked shriek is loud enough that you have to clench your soapy fingers over his mouth to silence him, pressing the lubricated cock up into his anus. His hands scrabble weakly on the tub and your glistening legs as you slide in and out gently, pumping with certain disipline and focus, relishing in his muffled yelps under your hand. You make a point of being as gentle as you can, forcing yourself up into his body but with smooth controlled thrusts devoid of roughness. Soon you release your hand from his mouth, getting more pleasure from the soft pressing of your body to his and his moaning cries than from the slick knob thrusting inside of you. He pleads with you but never asks you to stop as you grind his body with foreign pleasures. He smells delicious and you breath it in as you yanks back his hair, arching his thin neck and increasing your speed.

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