Jan Springer - The Pleasure Girl

His hands curved over her warm cheeks again, and she couldn’t help but move her buttocks against his palms as sweet need swept through her. Yes, she did want Logan to do her first. To give her the pleasure first. She blew out a long, slow breath and held the comforters tighter.

A moment later, he smoothed his hands away, and she heard the sound of plastic ripping. It was followed by water tinkling in the basin. She angled her head so she could watch and caught glimpses of a huge black butt plug, one end tapered and the shaft almost as thick as Logan’s cock.

She creamed and trembled at the same time as a mixture of emotions charged through her. Nervousness at not being able to relax enough to take the plug and excitement at how it would feel buried inside her. All her clients were average-sized when it came to their cocks. The two who did anal were small, so she’d had little problem wearing the plugs she had. No problems taking their cocks inside her.

She always made it a habit to prepare herself with a plug a day or two before an anal regular came to visit. Maybe that’s why she couldn’t totally relax this time? Because of the unexpectedness of this stranger’s arrival and the large size of the plug?

The sound of her lube jar, the one she kept on her dresser, opening, had her eyes widening. She watched his fingers dip into the jar. He came out with a generous amount and smeared it liberally over the tapered end of the plug.

His eyes looked dark with intent as his gaze moved from the plug to study her ass. Fire whipped through her and she could see the need pulsing through his eyes. Could feel it building through her, too. He placed the plug down on the towel, and she whimpered as his lubed finger touched her tight sphincter and he pushed past her protesting muscles. She heard him groan as her muscles gripped his fingers with wanton welcome.

His other lubed finger slipped against her clit and she gasped as he began a splendid massage that had her writhing. While he seduced her clit, a finger pushed deeper into her ass. The pressure of the entry had her breathing deeply as she struggled to relax. A second lubed finger entered her ass. She accepted him, her muscles eager and gripping. She moaned at the sensations, the pressure and the wicked burn of entry.

It was quiet in here, in her bedroom. Quiet, except for the sounds of her soft moans and the squish of lube as he continued his seductive massage on her clit. She could feel the warm wetness pool between her thighs, the push toward oblivion. The bliss beyond reach.

Lubed fingers stretched deeper into her ass, explored and caressed, and then he began a gentle pumping motion. Every entry went deeper, and she was shifting her hips on the pillows, widening her legs, needing a quicker, firmer pressure on her clit, a faster rhythm in her ass.

She whimpered as erotic sensations grabbed and took hold. He was pushing her toward an orgasm and then his voice split through the silence and pulled her back to reality.

“Easy, baby, I don’t want you to come yet.”

No, please. Now. She wasn’t sure if she said it out loud or not, but she cried out in disappointment as he withdrew his fingers and he moved away.

“I’m putting in the plug next, baby. Just a bit more time and then I’ll take you,” he whispered in a hoarse voice.

Anticipation rocked her. He pulled her ass cheeks apart, and she moaned as the lubed, flared tip of the plug gently sank into her. Heat burned through her as the pressure built.

Oh, my! It feels so big!

“I know you’re not used to the size,” he said gently. “This plug is almost as big as myself and the boys.”

The boys. She inhaled sharply at the thought of three men taking her tomorrow.

“Take some deep breaths, baby. It’ll pinch then I’ll make you feel better.”

Her breaths sawed in and out as she fought to control them. Incredible pressure continued to build. Finally the plug stopped, fully buried. The immense size felt odd lodged in her. Odd, but in a good way, and she inhaled in relief.

“I have another surprise for you,” he murmured. “But first I want you to stand beside the bed and wait for me to come back.”

She nodded numbly and gasped as the thick plug wedged even deeper inside her as she stood. He disappeared into the kitchen, taking the basin of water with him.

“I know you’re really wet for me, so I want you to play with your clit,” he called out from the other room. She could hear the rip of plastic, the splash of water and she wondered what in the world he was up to next? “Play gently,” he called out. “Keep yourself humming for me. Don’t bring yourself off. I will do that for you.”

“O…okay,” she managed to say in a breathy voice that sounded so not like hers. Her legs were trembling as she stood, her pussy tight and needy, her inner thighs drenched with warm cream and the lube he’d used.

She stood in front of the mirror, watching herself as she widened her legs. Panting, she touched her clit and watched her eyes flare with heat. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes twinkled with a rare happiness.

Her heart beat madly as she gingerly massaged her clit and played with her nipples. She became so entranced watching herself, she didn’t hear Logan enter the bedroom until she smelled him. Then he was touching her backside with something and peering over her shoulder, catching her gaze in the mirror. She inhaled harshly at the lust written all over his face. Lust and raw need.

“I’ve got a thick, black dildo for you. I want to fuck you with it. Watch you come while I’m fucking you.”

Her pussy clenched. She bit her lower lip to keep from crying out as he instructed her to place her hands on the bureau, widen her legs more, and stick out her butt.

His instructions were driving her wild. Obediently, she did what he told her to do and splayed her palms on top of the bureau, feeling the cool, smooth wood beneath her fingers as she waited. Then he disappeared from her view, and she realized he’d dropped to his knees behind her. She swallowed at the feel of the smooth head of the dildo lodged against her vaginal opening.

“Take it in, Teyla. Take it all the way in,” he said softly as he slid the huge dildo slowly into her. Because of the plug, her vagina was ultra-tight, and she fought to breathe as he withdrew and softly entered her again. And again. Going deeper into her with every erotic thrust. Her pussy muscles clenched and she could feel the elevated veins on the toy as she gripped it, sucking it into her. She moaned and whimpered as a stimulator pressed against her clit. Cried out as he withdrew and then plunged into her again. The dildo stretched her as she’d never been stretched before.

She gazed in the mirror. Watched her eyelids droop. Saw him standing there behind her again, studying her while he thrust in and out, until she was panting and gyrating her hips and loving the hard, long, thick dildo plunging in and out of her. Sensations burst through her, rocked her.

“Oh, God!” she cried out as the thrusting had her teetering toward an orgasm.

“Are you going to come?” he asked.

“Yes,” she gasped and readied herself.

“No,” he whispered and the dildo didn’t come back in.

No? Teyla moaned, blinking in surprise. She stared at herself in the mirror and her mouth hung open in an unattained gasp of frustration.

He moved her to the bed.

“Climb in,” he ordered sharply, his voice hoarse with arousal.

She climbed in, holding up the covers for him to join her. He grabbed a condom, and a moment later he had it on. Once beside her, he quickly swept her into his arms.

“Get on top of me. Ride me,” he whispered into her ear. Ride him?

Oh, my, this command was a nice change. Most of her clients went directly for the missionary position.