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6 November 1962

Good thing Paul can't read so he doesn't have to see this.

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In accordance with his contract, Paul would be performing at the Hamburg Star-Club for the next fourteen days. He'd go on for three and a half hours per night, and paid £53.50 per week.*

Hamburg was known for being more open to certain things than the UK, and for that reason you were able to get your hands on a very intriguing device.

Paul was resting face-down on his knees and chest, burying his face in a pillow he was hugging. You hoped he wasn't muffling his noises out of insecurity, but his bashfulness was a bit endearing. You diligently massaged your fingers against that one spot, holding his erection loosely in your other hand. He thrusted into your fist whenever you pressed just right.

"I've got something for you, if you're up for it" You said

He turned his head slightly to speak.

"What's it?"

"It'll feel nice, close your eyes"

He pressed his face back into the pillow, pushing back against your fingers.

The device in question was a dark lavender vibrator. It wasn't very large or phallic, rather designed to angle just right as to press into Paul's prostate, delivering good vibrations.

He was prepared well enough, so you slowly slid it in. It wasn't much of a stretch. Paul moans as it pressed firmly into his prostate, it not having the give your fingers did. The other end of it following the curve of his back, ending in a spiral. It looked cute, like a little tail. It was designed to stay in place, rather than be moved in and out.

You turned it on with the remote, and Paul lifted his head, and let out a noise.

Paul turned over, so he was facing up, and arched his back. He felt the end of the toy with his fingertips.

"Oooooh, what's this?"

"It's a vibrator"

You experimented with the dial, turning it to the maximum setting. Paul squealed quite loudly, arching his back more, and grabbed his dick instinctively.

He whined, tossing his head side to side, unable to detach himself from the stimulation.

"Christ! Stopit, I'm about to cum!"

You turned the dial back down, and he calmed, breathing heavily. He slid his left hand up and down his length in time with the vibrations. His eyes were closed and there was blush on his cheeks. He was quite the sight.

You turned the dial up slower this time, gradually increasing the intensity. He whined, but wasn't overwhelmed this time. As the vibration slowly increased, so did his hand's pace.

His moans became higher and his breaths shallower as the setting increased. His dick was red and twitching in his hand, likely riled up from the close call before. His thumb swiped over the head, smearing the precum. You could tell it wouldn't be much longer.

You noticed the dial was turned back to the maximum setting. Paul groaned loudly, and before he processed it, was finishing in his hand, eyes slightly open and teary.

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Thanks to the device, you could fuck paul and simulate him inside at the same time. You could only imagine how nice it felt to be pleasured by both ends simultaneously. He definitely seemed miles away, with unfocused eyes, a wide grin, and flushed cheeks, while he pounded away at you.

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*I did the math, and these guys were making sixty dollars each per hour! Adjusting to inflation and converting it into American dollars I mean. That's better than minimum wage I'd say.