He thought about it for only a second or two before he shrugged. “Go for it,” he murmured, and I stepped closer to his side and looked down at the struggling bachelorette.
“Ava, honey? We’re going to try to get Steve to ejaculate. I’ve got some Plan B in my bag,” I smiled at her, “so just think of this as a medical thing. Okay? It’s not even like sex.”
She went very still, then glared at me. “I’m not an idiot. This is sex,” she hissed, “and it’s fine if he shoots in me.”
Well! There we go. I smiled and squeezed her shoulder. “We’ll be as quick as we can,” I winked, and then I was taking a deep breath and stepping up close to the naked Steve, his hands still resting on Ava’s rump. I nodded up at him, not too sure quite how to do this. “Ready?”
“Go for it,” he nodded. I stuck my latexed forefinger into my mouth, summoning spit.
“Try to relax and just let yourself… you know,” I stammered, but then I reminded myself that the guy was a professional stripper, plus he looked like he was over thirty, so he definitely knew how to cum. I let my eyes rove down his body, taking in his muscles: dude must work out all the time, I reflected, my hand cupping his butt and curving around to dive between his cheeks. “Relax.”
I could not believe I was doing this.
There was no give to his ass at all, no flab, nothing but pure muscle, his beautiful body firm under my palm. I was very aware, suddenly, of how close we were, my whole front pressed up against his hip, his arm wedged awkwardly between my breasts as my fingertip traced up and down his crack, seeking his anus.
We were both holding our breath as I found it, my fingertip probing, slipping past the hot tight ring of his hole. “Relax,” I repeated, my breath almost silent in his ear, and then suddenly his body melted a little and I felt myself slide into his ass, his most secret place, delving deep until my knuckles stopped me. He let out a long sigh, and when I looked up his eyes were closed with his head tipped back. “That’s it,” I cooed, pushing in gently, my other hand resting on his hip.
“Ahh,” he groaned, his sigh long and loud. Vaguely I was aware of Ava, twisting around, watching us, but there was only room in my world for Steve and his prostate and the thick dick plunged fully inside the poor woman. I found a rhythm quickly, pushing in and out, in and out, his body alive against mine.
I stirred when I felt his arm shift, scraping across my front and around my shoulder, bringing me closer. My wrist felt better at once, the angle perfect, and I drove my finger as deeply as it would go. Steve tightened against me, then relaxed, and dimly I became aware that his hand was clamped tightly to my ass as we worked.
I caught fire at once, feeling the heat spread off his body and into mine. I suddenly grew very aware that my pussy was pressed tightly to his thigh, and it was all I could do to keep myself from undulating against him.
Steve moved slightly, his hips trembling, and with amazement I suddenly realized he was trying to push himself back against my hand, impaling his ass more deeply on my finger. I dug in, his face turned to mine now, and in that moment his eyes locked on mine and I felt a surge of power I was not prepared for, a sense of my control over this man and the helpless little tart hanging off his dick. I felt alive, vibrant, my lips curving into a mischievous grin as I saw his Adam’s apple bob in his throat: I was going to make him lose it, hard, into this girl’s willing snatch.
Me. I was going to make him cum.
Suddenly my hand was off his skin, snaking up my own ribcage, my chest, tugging at the collar of my uniform shirt. His eyes lit greedily up as I gave him my cleavage, feeling one of my buttons work itself apart, then the next. His lips parted, eyes dilating, as I focused on a single roll of sweat beading on his forehead and running down his face.
I’d never wanted to lick something so badly.
He was breathing raggedly now, his pussy-stenched breath in my face, eyes riveted on my tits while my finger dragged him further and further along the swooping road toward whatever his grotesquely swollen penis was about to do in her clenched, desperate pussy, and then he was gritting his teeth and I was speeding up in his anus, my leg lifting to rub my boot along his calf while his hand held me powerfully up from under my ass…
When Steve came, his entire body tightened like a bass string, vibrating, incandescent, until with a ragged gasp he let go. I could feel his asshole grip my finger suddenly, tightly like Ava’s pussy gripped his dick, and he cast his head back again with his mouth wide open as he let out a stifled groan. I imagined my fingertip could almost feel his semen rushing past through his body, hastening away down the constricted tunnel of his cock and out into his woman’s grasping vagina.
I heard her moan, like a sound coming through cotton, but there was nothing about her that interested me anymore: I kept my finger up Steve’s asshole while he rode out his orgasm, one hands clawing her hips, the other one cupping my own cheeks. “There you go,” I urged, my other hand quite inexplicably skating along Steve’s ridged abs.
I’d never seen such amazing abs. I couldn’t believe I was touching them. “Fuck,” he huffed toward the ceiling, and I smiled: it was a sound of total masculine satisfaction, and I was the one who’d given him that satisfaction. I, not the chick with his cum sloshing around inside her.
* * *
The big, baby-boomer door shut behind us as we stepped out into the cool night air of Ava’s dad’s porch. “I can’t believe that worked,” I marveled, my whole body still tingling.
“You said there’d be tits,” he grumbled reproachfully as we started down the walk.
“Yeah, I assumed ‘strippers’ meant women. Shows you how enlightened I am in this post-feminist world of ours,” I sighed. “Bride was naked, though. Pretty nice pair, too.”
“I barely got a look,” he shrugged, but he wasn’t too unhappy. This call had given him enough stories to cover a whole years’ worth of bullshitting at the station house, and besides, I found out later he’d gotten one of the bridesmaids’ digits.
Steve had not been bashful after his softening cock had finally emerged from Ava’s troubled, inseminated pussy. She’d finally collapsed, gasping, onto her parents’ big bed while Steve backed off and looked critically at his penis. I watched as he carefully removed the silicone ring, his thick shaft glistening as it swung trunklike from his body.
While I stood there with my gloves smelling like his ass.
He’d smiled warmly at me. “Thanks,” he’d nodded, and I tried desperately not to look at that nobly swinging dick as I buttoned my uniform back up.
“That… well.” I had nothing I could say. I could only hope I wouldn’t get a lawsuit from Ava, now sprawled naked across the bed with Steve’s massive load working its way out of her carefully plucked pussy. I cleared my throat. “This is definitely something you should get checked out,” I told her, feeling tawdry as I gave her a sample pack of Plan B. “Just tell your gyno, and I’m sure they’ll want a follow-up.”