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Michael felt Victor unbuttoning his shirt, starting with the button at his throat, working his way down, one after another, until he reached his navel. Victor reached to help Michael off with his jacket, but he stepped back and looked at Victor. The man's eyes held unbridled lust.
"Come on, puppy," Victor cooed, "take off your jacket. Take everything off. Let's have some fun."
Michael let him help him out of his jacket and watched him place it on a chair by the back wall.
"All right," Michael said. He wriggled off his unbuttoned shirt. "I'll give it a shot. After all, you did go through the trouble of renting us this room."
"Mm-hm," Victor said with a nod.
After Michael removed his shirt, he handed it to Victor. Victor strolled over and placed it neatly over the jacket he'd hung on the back of the only chair in the room. Michael glanced at his own reflection on the mirrored wall while pulling off his boots. He carried them over and placed them underneath the chair. Mistress Karma made an unbridled appraisal of his torso. She assumed an extremely pleased expression when he stripped off his slacks and underwear.
"Ooh," she said, "what a sexy man you are. Mm-mm-mm, scrumptious, with your blond fuzz and that long cock. And it's got a good girth, there, too. Mm-mm-mm."
She shook her head and smiled when Victor stood behind Michael and faced him toward the mirror. Fully dressed, he leaned against his naked lover, pulling him into his chest and balancing him with one hand around his waist. He used the other hand to reach down and ply his cock. All eyes gazed at their reflection in the mirror.
"Doesn't that turn you on," he whispered in Michael's ear,"being naked while a fully dressed man fondles you?"
Michael nodded in agreement and let his eyelids lower to half-mast. He felt Mistress Karma approach and run her crop gently up and down his inner thighs. Victor caressed his hands over Michael's abs. A moment later, he eased him forward and urged him toward the spanking horse.
"Here," he said, "put one leg on this side, and the other over there."
While Michael had only the barest inkling of what he was in for, he was also horny as hell and curious to find out about this new way of getting off. He complied with Victor's wishes and kneeled on either side of the leather top.
Victor ran his hands along Michael's muscled back and angled him over. Again, Michael complied without question and leaned forward, resting his belly on the back of the "horse." The leather was smooth and cool against his skin, and he felt a draft roll over his exposed cock and balls.