Several hours later, and after a lost bet, we were waiting for food and drinks at The Greasy Pig. I was fidgeting because I had a plug in my ass. I watched Jesse give a flirty look to the large Saurian barkeep and say something that made him chuckle. He handed her the beers she had ordered and she had a little extra sway in her step on her way back. She handed me mine as she sat down and took a swig of her own.
"I can't believe you made me wear this plug out of all the ones I own." I grumbled under my breath before taking a large glug of my beer. The movement was rigid and unrelaxed as I tried to keep the plug tip away from my prostate.
"You're the one who accepted the bet." Jesse said smiling from ear to ear. "It's not my fault you can't help but cum over a pair of soapy titties."
It was true, I shouldn't have taken that bet in the shower earlier. But considering I had already cum I figured I could last a full minute without cumming. To my credit I did, but then she offered double or nothing and the second full minute she had me dead to rights. "You cheated." I said flatly, "we never said you could use your tongue as well."
"To be fair we never said I couldn't use my tongue either.", Jesse slid a little closer to me and slid her hand to the small of my back and whispered in my ear. "I could go under this table right now and give you a little tongue but we both know your cockhead is taken at the moment."
I grinded in the seat but still kept the plug away from my prostate somehow. What Jesse was referring to was this specific plug had a lengthy attachment that magically sealed to the head of your cock. So any cum you produced when the plug finally grasped your prostate with its tentacles and started milking you the cum you produced was pumped directly back into your own ass. This isn't that big a problem with most races but if you are a very big producer like I am, things can get very full very fast. Reasons I was trying to keep the plug away from my prostate currently. Once it got a hold I would be biting my tongue to hold in my moans.
"Let's just order and be done so I can go get some sleep in an actual bed for a change instead of your couch or a bedroll in the woods." I said grumpily.
"Hey you love my couch," Jesse said then leaned in and whispered, "I remember some very good prostate milking happening on that couch." She slid her hand down the back of my sweats and her index finger pushed on the plug and changed the angle slightly. I grunted and tried to shift away, but she kept up the pressure. Her mouth stayed close to my ear, and her other hand grabbed my arm to hold me still, "Easy baby. You know you want this. To get milked like a good breeder in public." Her voice was low and sultry. Her finger pressed harder and the plug's tentacles finally found my sweet spot.