A latex girl thing

With his cock trying to unzip his pants from the inside, Rusty forced himself to slow down. Usually it took a while to land a girl, and a little longer to convince her how he would like to fuck them, fuck with them, or both. Sometimes he struck out, went home, had sex with his kinky wife and call it good; sometimes he was luckier than that.

“Master? Well,” he cleared his throat and sat down beside her, “it appears I don’t have to convince you with a couple of drinks who will be on top tonight.” Rusty put his hand on her left knee; she didn’t reject him. He really dug this chick’s attitude. “What’s your pleasure, I’m buying.”

She leaned in and uncrossed her legs and said, “My pleasure is you telling me how to suck your cock and drink your cum, or whatever else gets me to that particular climax, with one other condition.”

With her initial response how could Rusty say no to a condition? Besides, in a world that can’t always decide the difference between bondage sex and rape, it was best to live by the credo of Safe, Sane, and Consensual. “Sure, what is it?”