Jan Springer - The Pleasure Girl

Fingers increased their pressure on her nipples, and she refocused back to the men. Her men.

Sweet Lord.

More pressure from that large cock snapped against her left ass cheek. It made her dig her fingers into Logan’s waist. Made her wonder how it would feel like to have these two newcomers fucking her with Logan in the room, watching.

“You like this, don’t you, Teyla? Three men about to fuck you.” Logan breathed. “I can see it in the way you’re smiling. The way your nipples have become engorged. The way you’re creaming.”

She whimpered in agreement. Maybe other woman didn’t appreciate a menage, but she did. Oh, yes, she did!

“Okay, guys. Let’s take this into the living room, now. I saw an armchair that will work for what we want to do to her.” It was Logan speaking, his voice thick with arousal.

The living room? She’d never had sex before in her living room. She always kept her guests in here. She didn’t dare mount a protest. She was way too curious to see what they were up to.

Because she wore a blindfold, they led her. She knew when they entered the kitchen as it was warmer out here and then she knew when they’d entered the living room because it was cooler. She shivered as the cool air breathed against her naked skin and hoped one of the men would make a fire in the fireplace.

That’s what she loved about her century-old farmhouse. A fireplace in every room. Beneath her bare feet, the cold, old floorboards creaked, and it didn’t take but a moment when she heard the squeak of the armchair as someone sat on it.

Logan? It must be him because the two men holding her upper arms didn’t smell like him.

“I hope someone brought the lube? And some condoms?” Logan asked. Yes, it was him sitting on the chair. Happiness bubbled inside her as she guessed what he was up to.

“Here,” Cassidy said. She heard the sound of something slapping against flesh and then another and she pictured Logan catching the tube of lube and a box of condoms. Imagined him sitting there on her couch, naked, his big cock engorged as he waited for her to join him there.

She shivered again as she heard foil being ripped open. There was a moan as he rolled on the condom and then the squirt of lube and slurps of it being lathered on his cock. This time she didn’t tremble from the cold but from the anticipation slicing through her. She whimpered. Both her ass and cunt muscles clenched with a need for action. To be filled.

“Easy, babe. We’re hurrying as fast as we can,” Spencer whispered in her ear. His voice was drenched with lust and amusement.

Cassidy let go of her and Spencer was maneuvering her around. She felt slightly off-balance with the blindfold, but then someone grabbed both her hands and intertwined his fingers with hers. She relaxed, instinctively knowing Logan’s touch from last night when they’d walked and held hands. He was behind her. Waiting for her.

Spencer continued to hold her upper arms and she listened to Cassidy as he lit a match. She heard it flare to life and smelled the sulfur. A moment later, a fire began to crackle in the fireplace.

“It’s a good idea you have the wood and kindling in the hearth ready to go. Cuts down on time,” Cassidy said from her right where the fireplace was located. She didn’t say anything to his compliment. She had better things to think about. Like was her ass going to be able to handle Logan’s big size?

She trembled again at that thought.

“Cold, baby? No worries, we’ll warm you up, right, Logan?” Spencer said.

“She’ll be so hot, she’ll be burning with the three of us taking her,” came Logan’s confident reply. His deep voice melted over her like fireworks, and she could feel her every sense tuning into him, into them, her every nerve firing.

Spencer continued to hold her upper arm as Logan pulled her backward by the hands.

“Okay, now squat down, baby. Sit on my lap. I’m so fucking hard for you.”

She swallowed, warmed at his comment. Oh, yeah, he was right. She would be burning soon.

She did as he asked and as she slowly sat, his hot, solid-as-a-pole cock nudged against the tight hole of her ass. Okay. She knew what they were up to now, and her excitement flared to a whole new level. Holding his fingers tightly for balance and reassurance, she squatted lower, allowing his erection to press past her tight sphincter muscles. She gasped at the bite of pleasure-pain as he sunk deep into her, the pressure unbelievable. Sitting upon his lap, she was now fully impaled and gasping at the incredible pleasure-pain and pressure buried inside her ass.

Logan moaned and let go of her hands. “Come, grab the armchair and lay back on me.” She found the armchair rests and did as he asked, leaning back, and inhaled harshly as his cock sunk deeper and his warm broad chest nestled warmly against her back.

“Widen her legs and angle them up on each side of my knees. Then I can hold her open for one of you.”

Oh, sweet mercy. That suggestion had her creaming really hard. Hands did as he asked and they spread her, placing her legs over his. She was amazed she was this flexible, but figured it was due to that hard work in the greenhouse and all the natural eating she’d been doing since the Catastrophe. Oh, Teyla, stop thinking about that, just concentrate on what they are doing!

Logan tilted them both back as he leaned against the armchair, and she could only imagine how she must look to the two men with her legs wide open, her ass impaled on Logan, her pussy wet and open, waiting to be penetrated by one of them.

“Tie her hands to the chair,” Logan ordered.

She tensed remembering their conversation about bondage.

“Don’t worry, your legs will be free, not that you’ll want to kick anyone away.” She heard the humor in his otherwise lust-thickened voice.

She bit her bottom lip with a sudden bout of worry as her wrists were lashed to the chair.

“That’s it, baby. Let them tie you down.”

She couldn’t believe how hard she creamed at his soothing tone of approval. When she tried to move her wrists, she realized that if she pulled really hard, she’d be free. She decided not to. If Logan got turned on by watching her arms restrained, then that was all that mattered. She was here to please. All of them.

Calloused hands nestled upon her thighs and without warning two sets of mouths nestled over her breasts, warm, moist lips taking her nipples hostage, making her moan at the delightful sensations zipping through her body. Wow! She hadn’t expected this!

A hand cupped her pussy, hot and heavy, and once again she tensed, her senses raw and alert, wondering what was going to happen next. The pressure of a palm increased, and whoever touched her there began a slow, erotic grinding motion against her clit. The touches had her breathing faster and creaming harder. She leaned her head back and turned her face to find Logan’s mouth. He kissed her, his lips dominant and confident.

Once again, the men touched her skin, fingers exploring her every crevice as they massaged and caressed. Shock waves of wonder snapped through her like live wires. She’d never been touched by so many hands before. So many men. Incredible sensations lashed at her and she was suddenly just a body enjoying pleasure. A blank mind. Nothing else existed but their touches, their mouths, their teeth biting her nipples, tongues lashing and licking her breasts. A firm, hot palm grinding against her pussy.

She felt someone’s hands in her hair. Logan’s kiss intensified. The palm left her pussy. The mouths abandoned her breasts.

She heard the rip of foil. Condom. Thankfully, they were thinking. Anticipation raced through her as a sheathed cock nudged against her vagina. The hands in her hair tightened some more. Logan’s kiss intensified. His tongue slid into her mouth, dueling with hers. It seemed as if Logan wanted to make sure that she knew he was here for her. That despite someone else about to fuck her, he was the main guy. Or maybe it was just wishful thinking on her part, but that’s what she was feeling.