Was It Good For Me? (Dick)

I had been trying to get an appointment with my personal prostate massage therapist for weeks. Her schedule is tough, being a home-maker, an employed registered nurse, and the mother of my three children and all.

We finally connected and it was nothing less than spectacular. She used light fingers to caress my ass, draw circles around my anus, then spiral in toward the passage to my prostate. Her firm, lubed finger pressed against my bung hole was a thrill of anticipatory sensation that immobilized me. Jane knows just how to touch me and, after asking when I was ready, she penetrated me... I arched my back, exhaling deeply, and she put her finger directly, expertly, on the spot.

Circles. Side to side. Sometimes gentle, sometimes firm. But everything she did had one effect in common, it gave me the same feeling deep inside my pelvis that I have while I am coming. It felt as if I were ejaculating the entire time she fucked me with her finger. I was completely prostrate to her prostatic skills.

As if that weren't enough, she tipped her head down and took my dick in her mouth, sucking the head and then the shaft, swallowing my fluids as she milked them from me. It's a good thing Jane is not always ready and willing to do that to me... I would gladly give up food and water to submit to her in that way.

Eventually she worked a sizable plug into my ass before fucking me with a pussy that had become drenched during her activity. Still on my back, I hugged my knees and she backed up to me like she was sitting on the underside of my thighs. I watched her ass and her glistening cunt as it swallowed me whole again and again.

We flipped around into a couple different positions but the whole time that butt plug was pressed into my P-Spot and made me feel like I was continually spewing spunk. Intensity built, Jane was bucking, I was panting, there was loss of our surroundings, and finally we collapsed into a quivering entanglement of limbs.

We caught our breath. We touched each other gently. I gazed into the familiar warmth of Jane's unbelievably blue eyes, and I said... did I come?