As soon as Tim told the girls to get rid of me, my iPad went black, as Rim terminated the streaming of me fucking my pocket pussy. It was an abrupt ending to my forced masturbation session, and while part of me felt relieved, my excitement was fueled by the thought of what my boss was going to do with the entire massage team at his disposal. There were six twenty-something young Asians and the Mamasan, Joy. How the hell could one man handle that much stimulation?
I resumed fucking my pocket pussy as I contemplated my boss' session with the girls. I knew I would hear all about it in excruciating detail, tomorrow at work, but for now it was just what my imagination could conjure up. I exploded into my sex toy a few moments later, my eyes closed, thinking about my girlfriend taking a facial from my boss.
After I came, shame washed over me, as I took in the visual of my plastic sex-toy stuffed into my sofa, encased in a pair of scented silky panties. It seemed so demeaning, especially while my boss had seven women at his disposal. My cock went soft and I withdrew from the pocket pussy, the combination of the lube and my semen smeared all over the front of my silky panties. Rim's final slur, "Pussy," was an accurate and fitting pejorative.
Suky never came home that night. She moved on to bigger and better things, as she spent the night with Tim. I knew that my boss had enjoyed the fuck out of my girlfriend, and would tell me all of the sordid details, the next day at work. Even though I had been forced to watch Fat John enjoy Suky, I had never been cuckolded by someone that I had to see everyday. The thought of it, prior to it happening, disgusted me. However, now that I was actually living it, it made my cock rock-hard, just to think about it. Every time I closed my eyes, I could visualize Suky kneeling before my boss, smiling up at him, with his semen splattered all over her face. This sensation was tinged with jealousy, and a hint of sadness, but my cock stayed erect all evening.
When Amy returned home that night from her after-school study group, she asked me where Suky was. I could barely verbalize the events of the evening, so traumatizing were they to me. However, as I stammered through my recollection of what had transpired, my cock continued to stay rock-hard.
Amy obviously noticed my mixture of distress and arousal, because sensing an opportunity, she moved in for the kill. When I turned in for the night, the beautiful young college girl was in my bed, dressed in her new pink lingerie. She smelled so good, was dressed so sexily, and made herself so available to me, I just could not resist her, even though I had already come twice that evening.
"I am available to you, for whatever needs you may have," she teased. "I want nothing in return, your desire for me is sufficient. Just tell me how you want me."
"Doggy-style," I stammered, remembering the first time I had taken her over my desk.
Amy didn't need any foreplay, intimacy or further direction. She got up on the bed on all fours, arched her back so that her blonde hair spilled over her pink silk camisole, and wiggled her ass seductively. I went to lower her panties, but she looked over her shoulder and informed me.
"I am wearing crotchless panties, baby. I will only ever wear this style of underwear when I am around you. I want to make it easy for you to get inside me, whenever you feel in the mood."
I ended up easing into Amy's tight, young pussy, from behind, through the access hole in her panties. The silk felt fantastic as it caressed both sides of my cock, while we fucked doggy-style. Her assurance that she wanted nothing in return, conspired with her submissive stance, and the gentle caress of her silky panties, to get me off. As I approached my orgasm, Amy issued her next request.
"Pull out of me when you are ready to blow your load," she pleaded. "I want you to ejaculate all over my new lingerie. Mark me as your bitch."
This was all the invitation that I needed, and as I approached my cumshot, I told Amy I was close. She raised her head upright and arched her back, and as I enjoyed the visual of the young blonde submitting to me, I withdrew at the last second, and erupted all over her lower back, encased as it was in her new pink camisole. Even though I had come twice earlier that evening, performing for the massage parlor girls, my first rope of come was very powerful, ascending in a high arc before splattering across her beautiful lingerie and the tips of her long blonde hair.
Amy let out a squeal of delight, and raised her ass before thrusting it back into me. This enabled me to ease my cock between the gap in her ass cheeks, and as I gyrated my hips forward, this additional friction made me shoot my second rope right into her silky tresses. The semen got absorbed right away, her hair matting around it as it dried. I had two less powerful cumshots onto her ass, before the sensitivity in my cock-head forced me to pull back from her.
"Holy fuck, baby, you soaked me," she exclaimed cheerfully. "You came hard!"
I slumped down onto the bed, testing the waters to see if Amy really didn't need anything in return from me. Amy seemed enthralled with my orgasm, and laid down next to me, stroking my forehead with her fingernails.
"Just relax, baby," she assured me, as she gently caressed the temples of my head.
This was a first for me. Being able to blow my wad and then fall asleep was uncharted territory for me. Amy laid next to me touching me very gently as I closed my eyes. She was whispering sweet nothings to me, as I slowly drifted off. I don't know how long she allowed me to rest, but at some point I awoke to her soft lips on my cock.
I was laying on my side, and Amy had maneuvered herself into position so that her head was in my crotch. She raked her fingernails across my buttocks as she blew me, and before long I had another erection.
"I want you to come again," she said, smiling at me like my pleasure was the most important thing in her world.
Amy helped me up to my knees, and continued to suck my cock until I was completely hard. As I knelt before her on the bed, she put her manicured fingertips under her arms and removed her soiled camisole. It was at this moment that I realized her nails were the exact same shade as her lingerie. Seconds later I noticed that her glossed lips were also the same shade. Amy had clearly put some effort into the visual component of my experience.
Once her camisole was off, her pert breasts were right in front of me, standing upright, nipples fully erect. Amy lifted one of my legs up, and crawled underneath me so that I was straddling her upper body. She gave me the sweetest most innocent smile, before she offered herself up to me for my next release.
"Do you want to fuck my tits, baby?" she asked. "Bust a nut before we go to bed."
This was a new experience for me. Not the tit-fucking of course, but rather the overt offer of sexual release, with seemingly no reciprocation required, on my part. From a girl that I wasn't paying to date, but was actually more like my girlfriend.
"Come on baby," Amy cooed, as she held her tits together and licked one of her nipples. "Don't make me beg you."
I shuffled nervously on my knees as I looked down at her. My cock stiffened under her verbal provocation, and I leaked a drop of pre-cum onto her stomach.
"There's the response I was looking for," Amy said, as she picked up the KY liquid and poured a generous helping of lubricant between her tits.
