The week before, he’d introduced me to a couple of ways in which his wicked oil could launch me to cloud nine. First, a taste of the burning ripples when he stroked my shaft with it. Next, he proved it could turn my nipples into hotspots to rival my crotch.That week, on Tuesday, he showed me that his tongue on top of the oil on my nipples was enough to make my head spin. On Wednesday, he made me bent over the table, hands tied behind my back, pants and trunks down to my ankles, and while he milked my cock with a firm fist, he oiled my nuts to pet them. He’d done it only once before, and only for a moment. That evening, hadn’t I been with my chest to the table, I would’ve crumbled down, because my knees simple buckled. Later, when I was partially able to move again, he made me rest my butt against the table, my knees as spread apart as I could, and guided my hand to his headrest, making me lean toward him, my shirt open and pushed over my shoulders to expose my pecs. He applied a litt
While he did that, he resumed his questioning about why I had pleaded guilty, determined to make me confess Steph’s part in it.I kept my mouth shut, as stubborn as him, resenting the cool air on my exposed buttocks. But only until he grabbed them and fondled them in circles, pulling them apart for the seam to press further against my hole. He stopped when he saw my cock was taking offense. Then he produced his little magic flask and held my cock pointing straight ahead. My stubborn frown went out the window as I watched the thick drops fall along my shaft.He spread it using only his thumb. My hands tightened on the edge of the table behind me, especially when his brushing triggered a new wave of burning ripples.He glanced up at me with his heinous smirk. “Any famous last words?”I shook my head, my eyes glued to his thumb running up and down the back of my shaft, my heart drumming with every ripple, my crotch on fire and my brain ready to check out until further notice.A moan of p
Later on I would wonder if my memories were right or the high had twisted them. I don’t know. What I remember is that he helped me down from the table and the ten miles to the restroom. He even waited while I washed my face, like he was ready to hold me up if I needed extra support.“What happened?” I mumbled, rubbing my face with cold water.“I don’t think you’re in shape for explanations, boy,” he said. “The car’s waiting downstairs. Go home, rest, have fun. We’ll talk again on Monday.”I just nodded. He was right about not being in shape.Back home, the first thing I did was swallowing two aspirins, because my head was killing me. The way the light and sounds affected me convinced Steph I was having a sight problem. She sent me to bed, all lights off, curtains closed, and found something to do in the living area, to give me an hour of complete darkness and silence.I thought I’d fall asleep right away, but I was still awake when she came to bed. I pretended to be asleep, though. Sh
It was a good weekend. That Saturday, we went to the beach, and waited only thirty minutes to get a free spot in the socially-distanced area, where we could take off our masks safely. Back home, I cooked Steph’s favorite dish and we had dinner on the couch, watching a movie that lasted enough to wolf down the ice cream too. Then we went to bed, made love and fell asleep together.Sunday was another smooth, nice day we enjoyed together from beginning to end. But midnight found me wide awake in bed, eyes on the ceiling, while Steph snored softly by my side. Something like a cold spot in my belly wouldn’t let me sleep.Even if we hadn’t spent the whole weekend having sex around the clock, I’d did my best to make up to Steph for the lack of action over the last week. We’d indulged in some of our kinky games and she’d been hot and awesome as usual, the best girl I would ever have.Yet, even though I got it up alright and performed well, every time it took me so long, that Steph would come
Over the last week, since he’d started to summon me every day, the stiff reception lady just nodded when she saw me, and the masked guard stepped aside and gave me way to room twelve.Not that Monday. I was in a hurry, and didn’t pay any attention to the lady’s frown. But I was forced to stop when the guard stood in my way.“I’m here to see Mr. Ellis,” I said curtly. “He’s waiting for me.”The lady looked me up and down like wondering if I was crazy or what. She raised a finger and made a call on her desk phone. I rolled my eyes, that fell on the clock behind her. Six-twenty. Shit! The son of a bitch would surely made me pay for being so late, no matter I’d just helped avoid a server crash and kept his company running.“Mr. Dean Walsh is here,” I heard the lady say. “He says he’s here to see Mr. Ellis.”Maybe I was so late he’d given order to not let me in? I turned to her again and found her observing me, still on the phone.“Yessir,” she said, and hung up to talk to me. “Please wait
“Love! You okay?”She shook her head, covering her mouth to muffle her sobs. I pulled up a chair to sit by her side and took her in my arms, trying to guess what could’ve happened.“Talk to me, baby. What is it?”“They cut my hours in half!” she cried, pretty much jumping to my lap and curling up against me.I needed a minute to understand what she was talking about.“You mean at the firm?”She nodded, her face in the gap of my neck. “They’re reducing the junior staff, so they gave us a choice: keep our full hours for three months and then be furloughed, or stay on the payroll part time.”“Sons of bitches!” I snarled. “Bet none of them sold their yacht!”“What am I to do, D?”“What d’you wanna do, love?”She shrugged, wiping her nose on the back of her hand. “We need the money. And I really like the job.”“Then keep it. You can work in the morning, and spend the rest of the day on other things you enjoy. Like jogging with your friends. I know you miss going out with them.”“I can’t! T
I was grateful for the distraction. “You’re thinking about volunteering too?” I washed my hands, checked dinner was on the right track and motioned for her to settle her computer on the bar, to check the website.“Zoey and a few more volunteers are working to set up a parallel project for the foundation that runs the food bank,” Steph explained, back to her energetic self. “Delivering groceries for elderly people in this area. Folks too old, or with health issues that keep them from going to the bank, even if they need to.”“That’s a nice idea. What do they have in mind?”“Doorstep delivery to keep it safe for everybody, and waiting in the car for the person to come out and pick it up, to make sure nobody steals it.”I nodding, browsing through testimonials. “They should think of something for old folks who cannot lift the box and carry it inside by themselves.”Steph’s eyes widened. “You’re right! I gotta tell Zoey about it.”“She invited you to join this?”“Yeah. They wanna put up a
“Coming!”I sank the phone in my pocket and unlocked the door, opening it as I still wiped my face with the towel.“Shall we?” Steph said, so energetic and unaware it made me feel like I was the son of a bitch.“Sorry. Last minute call.”We had dinner watching the news, but I didn’t register a single headline. After cleaning the table, I tried to leave Steph doing the dishes, but she stopped me.“You agreed to do the dishes,” I said.“I know. But we also said desserts.”Shit! There was no way I could have sex with her and make the video before midnight. I needed to find a good excuse.“You ain’t working tomorrow morning, right?” I asked, putting my arms around her chest from behind.She shook her head, looking at me from over her shoulder with a questioning frown. Of course. Me and declining sex didn’t go together in the same sentence. I rubbed my crotch against her butt.“Then let me take a rain check tonight,” I whispered in her ear. “And we’ll make it pour tomorrow morning.”She no