I have several clients that have some very strange issues. Some like innocent boys and girls, some like to dress up and act like a baby. Yet my strangest is the one who thinks he’s a superhero. He calls himself Captain Sexy, and looking at him from across the room I can tell you that the name fits. His ass is YUMMY in that spandex jumpsuit, his arms are massive, making that suit swell. His package is sizable and already hard, I tend to have that effect on men.
I sit him down on my couch and have him tell me about his “exploits” and what started him on his path of fighting crime. He tells me about his issues with his absentee father, his distant mother, and his constant need for acceptance. The more we talk, the bigger his bulge gets, and the wetter my cunt becomes.
He takes his snake out and begins stroking it, seemingly unaware of his surroundings while he talks about the rush he gets from chasing down the bad guy. My hand creeps down to my pussy and starts exploring all on its own. Next thing I know, my panties are off and my skirt is hiked up over my hips and I’m slamming down on his cock, riding him for all he’s worth. His hands encircle my waist and he thrusts up into my pussy, filling me with his hot jizz. He is super, in all the right ways!