Page 52 of Broken Heat
As our bodies touched through our clothing, my rut ignited. I pushed Elon back flat and started to tear at his kimono.
His hands were everywhere, too, opening his belt, shoving at my robe.
I pawed and tore, heard sounds of ripping cloth, felt exquisite flesh all warm and ready against my palms which ran up and down Elon’s body. Groped and cupped and claimed.
He wiggled beneath me, moaning words that were not words except for one. “Yes.”
I was naked now, my cock jutting out from my center like a sword. I stabbed him in the belly and hip, in the thigh, against his balls. I worked my hands and mouth down his body, licking his skin like a thirsty animal, sucking at his nipples, scraping my teeth along his ribs.
That made him laugh distantly and arch.
I found his cock hard and pulsing but encased in a bright pink pouch. Another barrier. Another annoyance. The pink tip, wet and pulsing, peeked out from the top of the band that ran around his hips.
I lowered my head and licked at it, my tongue running over it in quick circles to take that juice inside me, to savor the tart candy of him.
He called out, thrusting up.
The taste of him from that one sensitive and vulnerable area of his body made my vision go black. I became almost mindless. Almost.
In a fit of emotion, I grasped his hips and turned him. The pink band of the thong outlined the upper part of his ass cheeks beautifully. They were rounded, firm but pliant, and I grasped both in my greedy hands, my fingers slipping over the utter smoothness, and spread them.
The thong ran down his crack and over his hole and taint. One more thing in the way of my omega that I didn’t like. I needed him bare for me, open and exposed.
I reached my thumb and forefinger between his crack and hooked that elastic. I tugged hard and the thong pulled down a little until the band pressed against the curved cheeks.
That wouldn’t do. I only got a peek at what I wanted.
I tugged harder. Elon gave a little squeal as the thong broke. I thought I’d hurt him, but then he was moaning again, and the word “yes” was in there somewhere. Again.
The broken string fell between his thighs. He raised his hips up, ass in the air, and I saw the material of the pouch swing forward exposing his balls from behind.
It was enough. The band could stay around his waist. What I needed and wanted was before me. Pure and beautiful and ready.
I had not seen Elon in this way last night. We had not gotten this far.
Now I stared down at his ass, my hands holding the round globes apart, but something more blocked my way.
He was wearing a butt plug.
I growled and grasped the edges of it, working it out of him, watching as his anus spread and gripped at the plastic.
When it was finally out, I threw it over my shoulder. I looked down at him and finally had my reward.
His hole gaped. Open and pale at the edges, pink on the inside of the rim. A perfect bud blossoming before me. So pretty. Shaved and smooth as if powdered every day of Elon’s life. Glistening with omega generated slick that promised a smooth ride.
His hole was bleached.
At first it shocked me. I had seen a hundred or more different omega holes in my life. All types. The willing and eager, and the shy and winking. I had seen hairy ones and dark ones, pink ones with swollen rims looking well-used and wrinkled, and young demure ones that tried to protract themselves until touched and licked and caressed to bloom and beg for a finger or a hard cock.
I knew about anal bleaching and had seen photos. But I’d never seen it up close and in person. Not in all my five years teaching pleasure.
It was a new trend, just now starting with the younger generation. Porn stars used the process. It had been around for about fifteen years. But the omegas who came to the island for treatment were concerned with many things other than bleaching. So I had not encountered it.
Until now.
Looking at the uniformity of the anus with the rest of Elon’s skin tone had my cock pulsing with even greater need. Thinking of being inside that hole, inside Elon—I reeled.
“You bleach?” I croaked out the question.
