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“I do.I love to tease you…so much.”

His words were punctuated by the sound of my palm making contact with his ass, and his breath hitched with each spank, making him sound broken and desperate.I grabbed the jar of saddle grease from the side table where I had put it when Oscar had gone into the bath.

“All right, stay still.I need to get you ready.”

“Oh!”he gasped, panting as he held himself o’er me.

My cock was at a full stand again.

I scooped some grease with two fingers and slid them into Oscar’s crack, finding the wrinkled skin of his hole and teasing him as I prepared him.Oscar, randy and wanting, arched his back and pressed up against my touch.

“I’m gonna finger you first, ’cause I know you like that.”

“I do.Idolike it,” Oscar panted, turning his head to give me a half-lidded glance.He was gone already, into that place where he was nothing but need and wantin’—and a slave to whatever I told him to do.

I put my dry hand on his shoulder to stop him swaying.

“Be still now.”

“Yes, sir.”

“And don’t yell out.We don’t want the rest of the place to know what I’m doin’ to you.”

That made him hitch his breath.I knew the thought of others being close by would make him crazy.Having to obey me and try to be quiet when he was out of his mind with desire was something Oscar enjoyed.

I watched his face as I breached him with slippery fingers, pushing all the way inside in one smooth motion.His eyes flew wide as he gasped then uttered a low, soft moan.

A surge of lust caused my cock to thicken even more as Oscar reacted to the invasion.As I pushed my thick fingers in and out of him, brushing them against that special spot, Oscar closed his eyes and dropped his head onto his arms, keeping his ass in the air and giving himself up to me.

“Good boy,” I said.The praise caused a wail to come from Oscar.“Shhh, be still.I don’t wanna have to tell you again.”

“Oh…God.Yes, sir.”

His words were so quiet.He didn’t say anything else as I fucked him with my two fingers, then added another and worked him until he could barely handle it.

“Jimmy…Jimmy…” he pleaded, his cheeks ruddy and his drying hair all tossed about.

“You wanna ride me now?”I asked.

“Yes.Yes!”

I slipped my fingers out of his ass and helped him to move so that he was positioned o’er my stand.

“You need help, or are you gonna do it all, you talented strumpet?”I said, giving him a look that said I knew he could fuck me all by himself and probably wanted to.

He gasped at the word ‘strumpet’, and I could tell he liked me calling him that.

“I’ll do it.Give me some of that grease.”

I grinned and slapped two fingers of grease into his outstretched hand, wiping them into his palm.He reached behind him and found my cock, slicking me up good before spreading his cheeks and lining up his greedy hole.

I almost died as he rubbed the tip of my cock against his pucker, back and forth, to tease the muscle into opening for me.When the head of my cock slipped in, I grabbed his hips to keep him still while I got used to it, or ’twould have been done before it started.

He groaned and pushed down, past the resistance of my grip as he sank onto me with the ease of a well-trained whore.The thought gave me a twinge of guilt, because Oscar wasn’t a whore, and I’d never truly think of him that way, except he was so at ease with everything and skilled at it that I was the luckiest man on this earth.

“Oscar,” I said, as he moved on my poor, desperate cock.“Oscar!”

He glanced at me, as if he knew what I was begging for but didn’t give a hot damn.He was gonna get what he came for, whether I lost control or not, so I simply held on for dear life.