The couch night

Bennett is thirty-six, and he asked for two things in the same message: the strap, and a phone that would see me fuck him with it. I told him Wednesday, and that he would say the yes again in the room, out loud, or the phone stayed a paperweight. I do not keep men. I keep a file when the file was agreed. Those are different habits, and I am not interested in mixing them up to make a stranger feel chosen.

He sat where I pointed, on the grey couch. I was in the black hoodie and the jeans, glasses on, ponytail over one shoulder. I set my phone face down on a book between us and left it there while we talked, so the first look of the night was clothed and ordinary and not yet a recording. I said I would fuck his ass. I said I wanted my cunt rubbed before I started, because I like to be wet when I take someone. I said if either of us wanted it over, the phone went off first and then the strap. He looked at me, not at the phone, and said yes to all of it.

I turned the phone on, propped it on the book, and checked the frame. Couch, his face because he wanted his face in it, my hands. I stripped the jeans and the hoodie, buckled the strap, and had him naked with his knees on the cushion and his chest on the arm. Before I lubed anything I took his wrist and put his fingers on my cunt. He rubbed the way I moved his hand, slow circles, then lower, until I was slick and open. I let that go on until my hips pushed into his palm. Then I lubed his ass and the strap and I fucked into him on the couch.

I talked the whole time I fucked him. I told him his ass was taking the strap, told him his cock was hanging there untouched and leaking, told him he did not get a hand on that cock unless I changed my mind. I did not change it. He moaned into the arm and pushed back to meet the fuck. I kept one hand on his hip and ground the base of the harness so my cunt got pressure on every thrust. The phone saw the wet and the shake. I told him to cum just like that, cock untouched, and he did. Cum striped the cushion. His whole body stuttered around the toy. I fucked him through the pulses and then pulled out.

I sat back, strap still on, and fingered my cunt for the camera. Two fingers, then the heel of my hand on my clit, and I came with my glasses slipping, mouth open, looking at the lens because I had decided to be seen. When the orgasm let go I reached over and stopped the phone. I did not play it back with him. I told him the file was mine. He nodded, wrecked and polite, and I sent him down the stairs with his shirt half buttoned. I locked the door. I kept the video in a folder he will never open. I did not keep Bennett, and I did not promise a next Wednesday.