"Are you sure about this?" Kamala asked, placing kisses over the chiseled back of Doug before gently pushing him down onto his elbows. She took a moment to admire him in such a vulnerable position. "We don't have to if you don't want to.." she continues.

"I'd like to," Doug said from his hands and knees on the bed, "I mean... if you're still up for it...".

"I just want to make sure you're comfortable," she purred, teasing his inner thigh just enough to make Doug swallow a quiet groan. "There's no need to rush things, is there?"

Kamala hadn't believed her luck, it had been adorable, watching Doug stumble over himself as he tried to get out the request earlier that week, explaining how he loved being inside of her - really, he did - but that, just sometimes, he wondered what it would be like the other way around. They had sat there together on her laptop scrolling through the strapons on a sex shop website.

She stands up to shimmy out of her underwear. The harness they'd chosen was made of thick straps of black leather, the buckles clinking as she eased the dildo into it. The flat base sat snugly against the O-ring of the harness, Kamala making sure it was secure before stepping into it. She turned back to the bed "Well?" She asked, easing her hands over the straps, "What do you think?"

"Honestly?" Doug turned to look at her, dark eyes roving over the new piece of equipment, "I didn't know it was possible for you to get hotter."

Kamala rolled her eyes and climbed back onto the bed behind him, reaching for the new bottle of thick, water-based lube beside them on the bed.

She snapped open the cap on the bottle, coating her fore and middle fingers generously before sliding them down between the warm plushness of his ass cheeks. She slid the pad of her middle finger over the tight pucker of his opening, getting him used to it before slowly pressing inside. Doug sucked in a breath.

"How's that?" She asked, letting her finger sit inside of him. "Little weird," Doug admitted, "Okay, though. I think... think you can move." Kamala flexed her finger inside of him before giving it a small, experimental thrust, earning an uncomfortable sound in response. "Just relax," she prompted, pressing a kiss to his back as she worked. He was so soft on the inside - smooth and slick from the lube as she explored him.

Doug sighed as he worked to relax into the sensation. "That's it. That's it, good job," she murmured, continuing her shallow thrusts as she reached between his legs with her free hand, stroking along the warm flesh of his half-hard cock. He hummed pleasantly at the stimulation, making her smile. "See? Told you I'd make it feel good." She struck up a dual rhythm, working his dick while thrusting in and out, helping to build the pathways correlating pleasure and being penetrated. "I think... you can add another now," Doug offered, his breathing slightly labored as his cock returned to full hardness. Kamala pressed in her pointer finger beside the first, listening to him hiss at the stretch. "You'll get used to it soon, don't worry," she reassured, letting him familiarize himself with the stretch as she continued to jack him off. She was quick to begin moving again, letting her thrusts hit deeper as she went, her fingers curved to search with her movements. Doug whined, his dick twitching in her hand, and Kamala felt a smirk curl her features. "Feel good?" She asked, watching the way his body tensed as she rubbed her fingertips over the sensitive spot inside of him. "Y- yeah. Holy shit!" Doug gasped.

"Good boy," Kamala purred, giving his prostate an extra rub before going back to fucking him with her fingers, scissoring them to help open him up.

She could feel the change in him as the pleasure began to take hold, his muscles loosening even as he rolled his hips into the stimulation of her hands. His moans were something else - soft and whiny, but growing in volume as she continued to play with him. "There you go, that's it," she said, pressing against his prostate. "You think you're ready to try my strap?"

Doug moaned in reply, "Yeah, I think so. You'll be gentle, right? You know, seeing as it is my first time and all," he added looking over his shoulder, lips curling up in a cheeky smile.

"Sure I will," Kamala replied easily, sliding her fingers from him to get in position "I'll be real gentle with that nice, tight ass of yours."

She slicked her cock liberally with the lube, jerking it a couple of times to get the feel, then spread Dougie open with her free hand. "You ready for this?" she asks. "As I'll ever be" he says.

She bent down to kiss along his back as she pressed in, slowly, achingly, inch by inch until she was inside of him up to the hilt. Doug groaned as he adjusted to the intrusion, sighing as his body molded itself to the artificial cock, though there was still pressure from the stretch.

"Remember to breathe," Kamala reminded him, listening as he obediently took a deep, heavy breath. She didn't stop until her hips were pressed to his, her cock buried to the hilt.

"You have been very good for me, Dougie" she purred,placing her hands on his hip. Her thrusts picked up, finally easing herself almost all the way out before burying herself to the hilt with a short gasp.

"Harder," Doug managed. The cock was just barely winging his prostate on its way in and out, just enough to tantalize. "Please, I can take it."

"Harder, baby?" Kamala sped up as he nodded, thrusting long and lazy as she wrapped her arms around him, covering him like a blanket as she thrust her hips faster and faster, harder and harder as Doug tried to muffle his groans into the pillow. After a moment Kamala demanded "Lift your head I want to hear you, Let me hear you," she huffed. The strap-on must have been hitting her clit at just the right angle; her sighs were coming high and sharp, a sure sign that she was close. "I want to hear how good I'm fucking you. Want to..." she trailed off, panting. "I want to see if you can come just from this. Just from me fucking you like a bitch in heat."

Kamala slowly drew back, then thrust back in with a quick jerk of her hips.

"Fuck!" Doug grunted, only to pout when she paused, "No, don't stop. It's good, just, y'know, a lot."

"Okay." Kamala moved her hips in short, rolling thrusts, rocking her hips as she slowly worked him up to a faster pace.

"Yeah, god that's it," he moaned,"Shit, fuck me, baby."

"See? Knew you'd love getting spread out on my cock. Such a good boy for me, taking it all the way." She began thrusting into him hard and fast, keeping her close as she leaned over him, boxing him in with her smaller frame.

"F- fuck!" Doug gasped, a large, calloused hand clutching at the blanket, "Fuck, oh my god, Kamala! Shit, fuck, ah! Keep that up! Oh my god, that's-" he broke off with a moan, his eyes screwing shut as Kamala fucked him hard.

"That's it, come on, Dougie," she urged, her voice rough as she chased her own pleasure, "Just give in, baby."

He was perfect. Big and strong and beautiful, his muscles flexing as he panted for air, heavy cock twitching and leaking on the bed with each new thrust of her hips. And all hers. Adoring, loving, trusting, his faith in her fully to take care of his body and make him feel good.

"Fucking- oh god, fucking, I'm so- so-" Doug whimpered, his hips jerking as he reacted to the overwhelming stimulation.

"Yeah?" Kamala panted, as she kept the rhythm of her hips steady, "You gonna cum for me, baby?"

Doug cried out, his stomach jumping as he came, pearlescent cum splattering the bed.

"Shit," Kamala grunted, her rhythm stuttering at the sight of him. He looked gorgeous, twitching and shaking beneath her in the aftershocks. She wished she could cum inside of him properly - thrust in balls-deep and pump him full of hot seed, watching it drip from his used hole when she pulled out... maybe getting him pregnant, god what a turn on.

Her breath caught in a whimper as she came, grinding her hips into him as deeply as she could.

"Y- you okay?" she asked, panting as she came down from her orgasm.

Finally Doug groaned as he collapsed face first into the pillow, the cooling sensation of his own semen a distant concern as he felt Kamala remove herself from him and the bed, wobbling over to the bedside table. Her gentle hand on his shoulder brought him back down to Earth.

"We need to clean up the bed," she said gently. Doug groaned and managed to lift himself up off the towels they'd put down just in case. "Also, I'm... sorry I kind of called you a bitch in heat, I, uh..." she said, making Doug chuckle.

"I... I didn't really mind, honestly, in the moment," he leaned up to kiss her, still a little wary of his ability to walk. "God, that was..." He blinked, still grinning. "That was fun!" Kamala giggled and helped him up.

"I didn't go too hard on you, did I?" Doug leaned down to kiss her, reassuring her. "Not at all," he said. "We should do this again sometime."