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Chapter
5
By Friday, I swore that
I could feel the extra weight of my semen pulling my balls earthward.
As a reaction to the extensive training I got during the Tuesday,
Thursday, and occasional Saturday sessions with the women, my body
was conditioned to produce a lot of semen. Being so inactive ejaculation-wise,
and so active erection-wise this week was having its effect. I could
think of nothing but sex. I was having hard-ons even without working
at it. I was obsessed with coming. I remembered every session I
ever had with the women. I wanted them to do things to me like I
never wanted them to do things to me before. The wrap-up session
at the seminar was a total loss. I just couldn't concentrate.
As soon as the session
was over, I rushed back and forth between Jessica's room and Ms.
Gruer's room helping them pack. I got them checked out, and rented
a suite, and gave them the key. I transferred all of our stuff to
the suite while the women went to the bar for drinks. I got everything
set up as I thought they would want it, and then stripped and knelt
while practicing my new stiffening up skills.
That's the way they
found me about a half hour later when they came in. They ignored
me entirely as they walked around the suite taking in the amenities.
I wanted them to order me to do something for them. I waited for
this moment so patiently all week long. I'd have to wait some more.
"Let's go for a dip."
Jessica suggested. "You," she threw something at me, "wear these."
I unfolded them to see that they were a pair of white, skin-tight
speedos.
The three of us departed
the suite heading for the pool with me carrying the women's bags.
At least I could hold them in front of me so I could hide the perfect
outline of my penis and balls that the tight swimwear provided all
to see.
Looking at Jessica in
her shocking pink bikini provided plenty of visual stimulation to
fuel my already throbbing hard-on. Not only did she look fantastic,
she moved with such a seductive grace that I doubt there was a flaccid
penis anywhere within eyeball distance. She had every male between
the age of 6 and 96 turned on.
The women selected a
couple of chairs off to the side of the pool. They sent me to get
the drinks. I did so, trying vainly to hide my obviously excited
state. I returned to see both women lying on their stomachs, with
their bathing caps hanging of the arms of their chairs. They had
slipped off their sneakers and left them at the foot of the chair.
I didn't need these visual reminders to keep me going.
"Rub some suntan lotion
on us, Richard." Jessica asked. I did so expertly. With every stroke,
I remembered how we did this in a more private setting. The memory
was more than just that. It was a conditioned reflex. I couldn't
think of touching a woman anywhere, even in an obviously nonsexual
way, without associating the act with being 'in the bag.' I no longer
needed the physical stimulation of my penis to get aroused.
I spent over an hour
servicing my mistresses. I noticed another woman who I recognized
as having been at the seminar was sunning herself on the other side
of the pool. I could see that she was observing the whole scenario
with interest. Other people seemed to be deliberately avoiding looking
in our direction. When this woman was done sunning and observing,
she got up and walked over to us. She looked at my condition, and
said to Jessica, "Nice work. I'd like to get one like him myself.
Too bad I have to check out now. I'd like to take advantage of some
of his services myself."
I could feel myself
turning red. This was not a hushed conversation. Although there
was nobody in our immediate area I just knew voices were carrying
all over the pool area. Besides, if this woman could figure out
what was going on, so could anyone else.
Jessica and Ms. Gruer
laughed and the woman continued, "Does he do any other tricks?"
"We're still training
him," Jessica confided. "but he's coming along nicely."
The women talked some
more, and it turned out that this woman, Debbie, worked for a company
with which we had a contract. Jessica and Ms. Gruer were disappointed
that she lived half way across the country instead of in our local
area.
After exchanging some
pleasantries, Debbie finally said, "Well, I have to go now. It's
been nice talking with some sisters who know how to handle men.
All of my contact information is in the attendee roster for the
seminar. If you're ever in Denver, look me up. At least we can chat
on internet."
"Count on it." Ms. Gruer
affirmed.
We eventually did get
into the pool, and the relative coolness of the water quenched my
erection for a short while. Looking at Ms. Gruer and Jessica wearing
their bathing caps didn't allow it to rest for long.
-=o=-
We adjourned to the
suite to take our showers. Both women called me in to wash and rinse
their hair. Then we got dressed for dinner and spent the rest of
the evening eating, drinking, and dancing. Jessica was a sight on
the dance floor in her low-cut, all-white short dress. It merely
amplified every one of her erection-provoking moves. I wondered
if she practiced them or if they came to her naturally.
Jessica had me dance
with her as soon as we got our first round of drinks, and then had
me dance with Ms. Gruer. This made it quite obvious that she was
there, and with no one in particular.
Men flocked to the table
like moths to a candle. Jessica would eye them critically and get
some subliminal signal from Agnes before deciding on dancing with
some of them. Most of them, however, she put down in the cruelest
way. She danced with just enough of them to tease the rest into
trying.
Men even hit on Ms.
Gruer, hoping to get to Jessica through her. I watched one melt
as the two women broke out in gales of laughter at his proposal.
One man even approached me assuming me to be the pimp!
I had a momentary feeling
of pride as I left. Every man in the place had their eyes on us
wondering who the lucky bastard with the two women were or what
his role was. Oh, if they only knew!
-=o=-
When we got back to
the room, the women put me in the bag, and I slept on the floor
at the foot of Jessica's bed that night. They kept me hid there
as they had room service delivered for breakfast the following morning.
Hanging the "Do not disturb" sign on the door, they went to work.
The women kept me 100%
erected 100% of the time all day Saturday as I waited on their every
need, massaging them, brushing their hair (they promised to train
me how to style it eventually), and licking their feet.
I was also told that
I would be trained the proper way to use my tongue to please a woman
both vaginally and anally and how to assist a lady with her bath,
but that would have to wait for future trips. In the meanwhile,
I had a 24-hour hard-on and a 7-day load to shoot.
The women experimented
with different types of bathing caps. Ms. Gruer's cap was a simple
latex kind used by racers. She stretched it over my prick and I
got lost in the sensation of the rubber caressing my cock. Jessica
tried it too. "Wow," she exclaimed, "I can feel his penis right
through the rubber! Look, you can almost see it. It shouldn't be
hard controlling him with this." She was right.
When she first applied
the cap, the rubber was dry and produced a ticklish 'nubbing' That
sensation didn't last long. I soon provided Jessica with plenty
of precome to lubricate the cap. She giggled as she chased my penis
around the cap as it slid against the well-lubricated surface. She
finally got it 'pinned down' and pulled down on the cap like she
was trying to poke a hole in it with my organ.
Feeling the rubber stretch
over my rigid member and having the nerve endings brushed by the
feathery wisps in the texture of the internal rubber of the cap
gave me the desire to ejaculate at all costs. I would do anything
for relief. I almost did lose it, but Jessica caught it in time
and slowly eased off.
They took time out from
my services to play with me this way several times during the day.
Just before going to
bed for the night, I found myself over Jessica's lap for a spanking
with my latex encased hard-on between her legs. Jessica doesn't
hit as hard as Ms. Gruer, but she's learned how to slap my butt
to make it sting nicely. The blood rushes to the surface, and my
tush actually turns a bright red. I can feel the heat and even under
normal conditions, it brings spasms to my dick. However, this was
anything but normal conditions. (I find it funny that I can now
think of being naked over the lap of my secretary, a woman half
my age, penis wedged between her legs and being spanked by her like
an errant school boy as "normal").
After several minutes
of paddling, I was ready to come. I was hoping she'd whip me faster
so I could do it. Instead she stopped and gently stroked my butt
kneading it gently with her fingers. Her caress over my sore skin
sent shivers into every nerve ending in my body. I was hot for release,
but felt my mind drifting and detaching itself from my body.
She ran a finger lightly
down the crack of my ass. My body stiffened even as my cock. Slowly,
with just the tip of her finger at first, she probed my anus. She
worked it in only a joint, and stirred it around. I jerked like
her hand puppet and lost it. My ejaculation took even Jessica unawares,
"There you go, my boy. Pump it out. Let me feel you squirt it. Come
for me you bad little boy," she said as she inserted the whole finger
and aggressively probed and jiggled it in my asshole. And come I
did, uncontrollably, at the whim of her little finger. I could feel
hot come whelling up around my penis. It felt so good!
I had two final duties
that night. Duty one was to lick the cap clean while my juices were
still warm. I had a momentary lapse in full erection after coming,
but sticking my nose into the rubber cap to lap up my semen had
me hard again in seconds.
Duty two was to take
a shower.
-=o=-
As we collected our
baggage at the home airport, Jessica told me, "This trip worked
out really well. We're going to have to do things like this more
often. I don't think Agnes and I can teach you everything you need
to know about worshiping women during our weekly one hour classes.
For one thing, we can't teach you how to do domestic chores. We'll
have to schedule more of your time for extended training." -- Mule
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