5. Terra #2
Terra brought the tip of the glass dildo to hover just above her bare navel, tracing an invisible line down, down, stopping just short of the edge of her tiny pink thong.
“Then I slide it inside me, sugar. Slow. You get to watch it disappear.”
Her own words sent a shiver through her. She could almost feel the shocking contrast—the searing heat or the aching chill—stretching her, filling her, and she had to press her thighs together for a second to quell the sudden, deep throb.
Again she wondered–what was wrong with her? Why was she having this reaction to an act she’d done so many times before? Why was she imagining actually doing this–imagining how it would feel to have his golden eyes on her body as she slid the thick, clear icicle into her hot pussy?
Stop it, Terra–get hold of yourself! This is just business–that’s ALL.
Trying to take her own advice, she exchanged the glass for the most realistic toy on the shelf–the one that looked like an actual cock. It was a deep tan and thickly veined, with a mushroom-shaped head.
“This is the Stand-In,” she said, her voice dropping. “Looks and feels like the real thing.”
“Wait…” He held up a hand to stop her. “Is this the size and shape of a human male’s equipment?”
Terra frowned, momentarily thrown out of her routine by his question.
“Er…yes,” she said, shrugging. “That’s exactly what it is.”
“But…it is so small.” Taurex shook his head. “How can your human males pleasure you when their equipment is so tiny?”
“Tiny?” Terra bit her lip. The Stand-In was actually much bigger than most regular guys.
That was part of the appeal–VIP customers would sometimes pay to see her stretch her pussy on its thickness.
It usually required a lot of lube, since her private dance routine usually didn’t turn her on.
But tonight, she felt like she could take the Stand In with no lube at all.
Yes, but could you take his cock? whispered a naughty little voice in her head.
Terra did her best not to look at the Minotaur’s crotch and tried to push the thought away.
“It’s…this is for when you want to watch me ride something… but don’t want to get your own clothes messy,” she murmured, trying to stay on script and choosing not to answer his question about how human males could pleasure human females. “It’s for when you want to watch me get fucked.”
As she spoke, her free hand drifted to her own breast, her thumb brushing a taut nipple.
But she wasn’t acting like she usually did–she was actually picturing herself doing it–straddling that fake cock right here in this chair, impaling herself on it for his viewing pleasure, her head thrown back in a real cry while those golden eyes watched her every twitch and tremble.
I have to stop thinking this way!
She made herself put the Stand-In back on the shelf and lifted the last of the standard items—a gleaming, pink jeweled butt plug, the base a perfect, faux-diamond teardrop.
“This one’s for more… adventurous play.” She turned it, letting the light catch the jewel. “It can also be a tail, if you get the furry one. It’s for my other hole.”
Saying it so bluntly while she was half-naked and aching, made her face flame.
But it also coiled a new, tight knot of desire low in her belly.
The idea of being filled there, of feeling that stretch and fullness with every movement while he touched her elsewhere, was both terrifying… and shockingly compelling.
She was breathing faster now. The rote descriptions she usually used were gone. Each toy was no longer just a priced object–it was a door to a specific, illicit fantasy. And with Taurex’s silent, intense attention on her, she found herself wanting to open every single one.
But no–she had to focus!
Terra tried–she really did. But for the first time, as she held up the small, pink bullet vibrator, she wasn’t thinking about the price on the sticker.
She was thinking about the low, insistent buzz it would make.
She was thinking about pressing it against herself, for real, and what the big Monstrum’s face would look like watching her.
“And this,” she said, her thumb finding the switch. The vibrator came to life with a high-pitched whir. “This is a clit stimulator. It’s very powerful.”
She touched it to the inside of her wrist and the vibration seemed to travel up her arm, making the fine hairs stand up. She was so turned on, so sensitized, that even that was almost too much. Why was she reacting this way to a routine she’d done so often before?
It must be the big Monstrum–but why was he affecting her so much?
She finished the list, putting the final toy—the intimidating strap-on harness—back on the shelf. Some of her clients liked her to wear it and pretend she was going to “punish” them. But Taurex clearly wasn’t that type.
She turned back to him, her heart hammering against her ribs. The air between them crackled with tension.
“So?” she asked, trying for coy and landing somewhere near desperate. “Does any of that appeal to you, big fella?”
Taurex studied her face for a long moment, then reached out a large, blunt-fingered hand. He didn’t touch her though–he picked up the feather tickler.
“This one,” he said, his voice a low growl. “I want to use it on you.”
A thrill, sharp and sweet, shot through Terra’s whole body. She nodded, moving back into the space between his knees. She held her breath.
The big Monstrum raised the feather wand.
With a slowness that was agonizing, he brought the soft, white fronds to her right breast. He traced the outer curve, a whisper-light touch that made her shiver.
Then he circled her areola, again and again, tightening the spiral until the very tips of the feathers brushed over her straining nipple.
“Oh…” The sigh escaped her before she could stop it. Her eyes fluttered closed. It was the gentlest of tortures, but it wasn’t enough. She needed pressure…friction…something. She found herself arching her back, pushing her breast toward him in a silent plea.
“Do you like that?” he asked, his voice dark with promise.
“Yes,” she breathed. “God, yes.”
And she really meant it. Every time before she’d let a client touch her like this, it had done nothing for her. This time, it felt like her whole body was sensitized and she wanted more.
“Maybe…maybe you’d like to choose another?” she murmured hopefully.
His response was immediate.
“You choose. Whichever one will give you the most pleasure, lovely one.”