My wife was ushered to the far end of the pool, where she slowly dissolved into the steam and fog. Jasmine took my arm and guided me to a door several feet away, and we passed through it, leaving the pool room behind. The room we entered felt much like what a spa relaxation room might feel like, with low light and some Asian wind chimes playing somewhere in the background. I heard water trickling over rocks from a table top miniature babbling brook. There were a few soft, plush chairs to sit in and stacks of pristine white towels and robes. Jasmine spoke, breaking my spell.
"You've got some chlorine from the pool on you, as well as some of your own seed that has spilled onto your skin. You need to shower and get thoroughly cleaned before the final act of this performance. Go into the shower room and I'll meet you in there."
I walked into the open shower room, where there was a large shower head on each of the three of the walls. There must have been a motion sensor, because as soon as I walked in, they all turned on. The water was immediately warm and soothing. Looking down at the bottom of one of the walls, there was a device like one you might see at a dairy farm: a clear cylinder about 10 inches long attached to a thick, long, clear tube that went into the wall. No sooner did my eyes fall upon this, than Jasmine strode in. She was now completely naked, as was I. But she had pulled her ink black hair into a long ponytail, and water droplets glistened off her chocolate skin like tiny diamonds. Her breasts were magnificent and threw shadows onto her stomach from the dim overhead light. She had amazing curves, with an ass as plump and ripe as a Georgia peach.
"Let's get you cleaned up," she purred. She then reached over to the small stand and got some soap and started lathering me up. She began at my shoulders and worked her way down. When she got to my heavy sac (still the size of a basketball and feeling heavier with every minute), she came around and faced me. She then went down to a squat and was looking right at my sac. She started using both hands to caress and massage it, and I felt myself starting to get hard. She would cup my enlarged balls with her hands and lift them up a few inches, then let my entire sac drop. The sheer weight of it was formidable, and I winced when she did it, but then strangely hoped she would do it again. Once she was satisfied with my cleanliness, she told me to rinse.
She next bent over right in front of me to pick up the dairy device. Her ass was inches from my cock, and I desperately wanted to plunge into her, but I knew that could be disastrous. Once she had the cylinder in her left hand, she turned and started stroking me with her right. She pressed her tits into me, and I felt my knees get weak, but I stayed steady. When I was solid as a marble pilar, she silently took the tip of the clear cylinder and brought it to the tip of my member. It instantly suctioned onto me and took my entire cock into it! I was now firmly attached to it. She went to the wall and turned a knob, and it started sucking and going up and down my shaft.
"We're going to save your juice for later," she stated matter of simply. I put my hands against the wall of the shower for support, as Jasmine moved behind me and leaned into my back. Her tits cushioned right onto my mid back, and I could feel her hard nipples move back and forth slightly. I felt my sac starting to contract, and my cock was throbbing as the suction was relentless. I noticed my hips were starting to involuntarily buck, and I felt a welling pressure build. Jasmine then started to whisper in my ear.
"Let's see how much cum we can suck out of you," she cooed.
That's when the dam burst and I felt myself cumming. I looked down at the tube sucking on my cock, and I saw the first wave of cum going down the clear tubing. Wave after wave went like this, and I was writhing back and forth as it extracted my juice. More and more fluid went down the tubing, as my sac swayed forward and backward. As before, with my sac as massive as it was, it felt like there were gallons of cum inside. The ejaculations seemed to go on forever, giving no end in sight. Although each wave was as powerful as the one before it, I finally noticed the cum volume dwindling. Jasmine let it go for another minute, then she grabbed the cylinder and gave it a strong and forceful pull. It came off with loud "pop" sound as the suction was instantly broken.
"So where does all that cum go?" I panted.
"Oh, you'll see soon enough," Jasmine stated. She then escorted me out of the shower and back into the spa area, where she tossed a white robe at me, which I happily garnered. She took a similar one, but hers was clearly tailored for her body and it perfectly conformed to her curves. Over the left breast was the same red "double U" shaped emblem, embossed into the robe. Her robe had a plunging neckline, exposing heavy cleavage. She clearly knew where her assets were and wanted to flaunt them.
"Follow me," she commanded, and we strode down a separate hall.
We came to a heavy door, ornate with deep carvings of men and women in all sorts of sexual positions, etched into the dark wood. We stopped just outside the door, and she gave me instructions.
"When we go in there, you are to be silent. Absolutely no words are to come out of your mouth unless I give you permission. If that is the case, I will silently look at you and squeeze one of my nipples. Otherwise, there is no talking. If you say anything out of turn, I will make everything up to this point seem like child's play. I have something in store for your wife, and you may be tempted to give her a 'warning.' You will both be harshly punished if you do that. Moans and groans are allowed, but no speaking. Do you understand?"
I said yes, and she opened the door and had me follow her in. The room was lavish, with low lights that were deep yellow and red colored. There were plush, wine-colored couches and recliner chairs, with large and small matching pillows strewn all over. All of the furniture was covered in crushed velvet, and some had dark blue pillows as well, accented with gold tassels. There were chandeliers which reminded me of something found in Morocco or Casablanca. Scattered around the room I saw a handful of people, all naked and all but two were women. They were all engaged in some stage of sexual play. Soft murmurs and moans were heard, but it wasn't overwhelming or intrusive. I saw a woman with a strapon plunging it into another woman who was on all fours. The woman with the strapon had long hair that cascaded down her chest and covered most of her breasts. The woman receiving the treatment had long boobs that swayed forward and back and grazed the couch cushion with each thrust. She had small stretch marks on the side of her boobs, which I found strangely erotic and added an element of realness to the experience.
On another couch was a man with a blonde woman on each side of him. They were engaged in heavy kissing and tonguing, while one woman stroked his member slowly. The other woman then brought her mouth to her female counterpart's breast and sucked ravenously at it. Within seconds, I saw milk dripping from her mouth as she drank greedily. She sucked heavily without swallowing, then brought her mouth up to the other woman's lips and shared the nectar with her. The man had each of his hands around an ass, and got his finger into their pussy's. He fingered them slowly and they opened their mouths in ecstasy.
