I woke up in the morning and learned that after I passed out, not only did Amanda release more cum from her ass than all the girls had ever seen, but it also took every single one of them to help carry me into bed. After Kiya’s friends took showers and left, Kiya slept over with Amanda and I.

I stumbled out of bed, and took a long shower. I was still a little woozy from the sleeping pill, so I stood in the hot water and let the steam clear my lungs and mind. When I got out, I wrapped a towel loosely around my waist and entered the bedroom. The girls weren’t there.

I walked into the kitchen area after I heard them giggling and making noise. When I walked in, the both turned and looked me up and down.

Amanda was wearing her black pajama shirt and matching shorts, her breasts threatened to pop the shirt buttons loose. Kiya wore the same, but it fit bigger on her, and hers was pink. Seeing both of them instantly made me hard.

Kiya smiled broadly, and looked at Amanda. “See! I knew it.”

Amanda grinned. “Go on, then.”

Kiya walked to me, and dropped to her knees. She touched the towel at the fold and it fell, exposing me in front of her face. She grabbed my cock and lovingly slurped it, wetting it while she gently stroked back and forth.

Amanda came up behind Kiya, pressing her pelvis into the younger girl's head. Her lap pushed her mouth further onto my cock. Amanda grabbed my hands and placed them on her breasts, then kissed me as I fondled them. She thrusted her hips back and forth, and Kiya placed her hands on the back of my thighs, throating me deeper and deeper. Her throat was tingly and felt amazing.

She must’ve used a throat numbing spray.

I couldn’t last more than a few minutes. I moaned into Amanda’s mouth, squeezed her breasts, and she forced her hips forward, making Kiya deepthroat me completely. I gushed cum straight into her stomach with a gasp, and Amanda quickly released her so she wouldn’t choke.

Kiya swallowed quickly, then eagerly cleaned my cock with her tongue. “Was that good, Daddy?”

“That was.” I exhaled. “Fucking. Amazing.”

After our mini session, I put my towel back on and helped the girls cook breakfast. We ate together at the table, and they told me more details about the previous night.

“So it was actually Mindy’s birthday, too. We were gonna have the two of you be each others birthday present!”

“So why did I get a sleeping pill?” I was confused.

“Well . . Mindy is really shy. She kind of . . She really wanted you, but had a panic attack about actually doing it.”

“What? Why?”

Kiya shrugged. “She freaks out about stuff sometimes and spirals. She thinks you’re really pretty, and couldn’t handle the thought of you giving your absolute attention to her. It was too much.” She explained. “So, we thought maybe if you were asleep, she wouldn’t be so nervous with you.” She looked embarrassed. “I didn’t know if you would . . Get hard while asleep, so we gave you a viagra, too. Just in case.”

“What about the other girls?”

“When I told them, they wanted to watch. They saw Mindy cum so many times.” Kiya grinned. “Sheena and Lin couldn’t keep themselves from hopping on for a ride.”

Amanda rubbed Kiya’s arm. “Turned out to be a little overkill, huh?”

“That’s an understatement. Sheena wants another round, Lin can barely walk, and I think Mindy is in love with you now.” Kiya said.

“Oops.” I grinned.

I needed to go back home and change for work, so I headed out soon after. On the way back home, Alexis called me. I answered after a few rings.

“Hey.” I said, tentatively.

“Hello? Why are you ignoring me?” She asked sharply.

“I’m not ignoring you.” I lied, badly.

“Yes you are.” She snapped. “I sent you a nude on your birthday, and I was planning on sending you more, but you never replied.”

“I’m sorry, I-“ I paused. “I felt guilty. About what I did.”

She was silent.

“Sorry. It was cruel.”

“I’ve been cruel too.” She muttered.

“Yeah, but-“ I tried to say.

“I get why you did it.” She whispered.

“Still.”

“Maybe you can . .” She clicked her tongue. “Make it up to me.”

I shook my head in disbelief. “Do you know why the breakup fucked with me so bad?”

“Why?” She asked quietly, after her flirting didn’t work.

“Because not only did I lose my girlfriend, I lost my only friend. My best friend. You were the only one that knew- I mean, you came over that day, after-“ My voice faltered.

“Your dad.” She said sadly. “I know, I- I don’t have any friends either.”

“What? You were friends with everyone.”

“That was high school, Mark. None of that was real.” She fell silent for a time. “I should’ve just let you be with Kiya.” She muttered.

She said her name right this time.

“Do you remember that time in Freshman year, we were hanging out after school, and you were sitting on the ground. I leaned over you and I was trying to get you to stand up so you would walk with me.” She recollected. “Why wouldn’t you get up and walk with me?” She seemed sad.

“Oh. Yeah. I remember that.” I grinned. “I couldn’t get up because I could see down your shirt, and I had a giant, massive boner.”

She laughed beautifully.

It’s been a long time since I heard her laugh.

“Look, let’s actually hang out some time. Even though you’re friendzoning me-“ She said, annoyed. “I do . . I do miss being your friend.” She finished sincerely.

“Yeah we should. I have to make sure it’s okay with the girls, though.” I warned.

“Okay, who was the other lady?” She questioned.

“Amanda. She’s . . Kind of . . My boss.” I confessed.

Alexis sighed deeply. “That’s so hot. I hope I turn out like her one day.”

I laughed, and we hung up the phone.

Forgive, but never forget, eh?

I got back to my apartment, changed for work, then headed to the office. When I walked in through Amanda’s door, I saw a bunch of supplement bottles all over her desk. I walked over and started reading them.

“L-Arginine, Lecithin, Zinc, Pygeum, Maca Root, Ashwaganda, and Tongat Ali . . What is all this?” I asked, puzzled.

“These-“ She gestured to the pill bottles. “Will make you cum like a racehorse.”

“Wha-“ My mouth hung open. “But I already cum so much.”

“I’ve told Miranda about how much you produce, but she wants more.” Amanda smiled sheepishly. “These increase your testosterone, and increase the amount of sperm and ejaculate you can produce.”

So Miranda has a cum fetish. Huh.

“So . . I just take all these, then see Miranda?” I reached for a bottle. “Easy enough.”

Amanda shook her head slowly. “To get the desired effect she wants . . You have to take multiple doses of all of these daily. For a week straight.” She paused and grimaced at me. “Starting now, you’re not allowed to cum until you see her.”

My mind went blank. “What??” I was blown away. “How am I . . We’ve been fucking non-stop, now I have to quit?” I complained. “How am I gonna do this?”

Amanda snapped her fingers. “Save the bratty shit for Miranda.”

“Yes Ma’am.” I cooled off immediately.

“Kiya and I are both . . Acclimating to you. It will be good for us to have a break for a while.” She explained. “But, ultimately it’s up to you.”

I looked at her in surprise. “No, it’s not.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s up to you, Mommy.” I said truthfully.

She smiled warmly. “I think you’ll like it, baby. The waiting will be good for you, too.”

I nodded. Amanda had purchased a multi-dose pill box, and the two of us divided all of the supplements into seven days.

Seven whole days. Oof.

The first three days went by slowly, but I didn’t notice much of a difference. Amanda had told Kiya about the arrangement, and she was understandably bummed, but went along with it since she thought it would be funny that I couldn’t cum for so long. I went through my days as normal, working with Amanda, and sleeping on her couch so I wasn’t tempted. I didn’t see Kiya until the fourth day, which was when my torment really began.

When Kiya and I met at the gym, I was annoyed that I had forgotten my preworkout and shaker bottle, being so full of cum I couldn’t think straight.

“Here, have some of mine. Just do a dry scoop.” She handed me the tub.

I unscrewed it and got a scoop full. “Can you get me some water for after I take it?”

She nodded, holding up her water bottle.

I leaned my head back and dumped the preworkout into my mouth. Before I could realize, Kiya had taken a giant swig of water, stood on top of a bench over me, and spit all the water into my mouth. As I swallowed, my cock started growing.

“God dammit.” I said angrily, knowing I wasn’t able to do what I wanted to her.

She giggled and walked away, swinging her ass in those nearly see-through green shorts.

By the fifth day, time felt like it had slowed to a crawl. I was in agony, and my balls were extremely sensitive. Any kind of sudden motion would cause me pain, so I had to take great care when I sat down, along with having to slow my walking pace.

Day six was interesting. I had to bring extra pairs of underwear to work, because I would seep precum at such an alarming volume that my underwear was ruined after a few hours. I had a permanent half-erection, but thankfully Amanda and Kiya were merciful, both abstaining as much as possible from my presence.

At the end of work on the seventh day, Amanda gave me a sweet kiss on the lips, wished me luck, and sent me to Miranda’s house.

I arrived at Miranda’s house, nervous, aching, and horny. Her place was a large two story modern style, and she answered the door after several knocks.

“Took you long enough.” I said, and rolled my eyes when she opened the door.

She smirked. “Are you ready?”

I looked at her expressionless. “If blue balls are fatal, I will perish in thirty seconds.”

“Ohhh. Poor baby.” She said, facetiously concerned.

“Feed me, then.” I snapped.

“Hah! Come in, silly.” She moved from the door.

I walked inside. It was even more impressive than the architecture exposed to the world. Full of plants, stone, and exposed beams. She could be an interior designer.

“How did you afford all this?” I asked, amazed.

“I do own the hair salon, after all.” She stated.

I was floored. “But you . . You nearly stripped me down when you cut my hair.”

She grinned. “My employees were certainly surprised, to be sure.”

I was embarrassed, and fell silent.

“Don’t worry about it.” She moved towards me, touched my chest, and started unbuttoning my shirt. Her hands on me made my cock respond instantly.

She draped my shirt off my shoulders, then unbuckled my pants slowly. Just before she unbuttoned my pants, she stopped abruptly, breathed in sharply, then exhaled. “I haven’t eaten all day waiting for this.”

I was vibrating. My dick was wearing a hole through my pants trying to get to her.

She took her hands away. “I don’t want to get ahead of myself.”

I huffed.

She glared at me. “Do you want to cum or not?”

I nodded.

“Hmm?”

“P- p- please.” I pleaded. My knees were weak. “I’ll b-beg, if you want me to.”

She smiled. “That won’t be necessary.” She gestured up and down at me. “Naked.” She pointed down the hallway. “The room down to the left.”

I nodded. As she walked away, I pulled off my shoes, stripped my clothes, and left them in a heap on the floor. I walked to the room, entered, and found it empty except for several pillows and a blanket underneath a large table cushioned with black leather. I walked over and inspected the table, finding a small black strap with a buckle on it, and an interesting hole in the middle of the table.

Miranda walked in behind me. She wore nothing but red panties and a massive red bra holding her breasts. My breath was stolen by her. She stared at my cock, erect, dripping, and nearly purple. She smiled, and licked her lips.

“That strap. Put it on.” She ordered.

“Where?” I asked, the single word lingering with brattiness.

“Where do you think? Its purpose is to keep you from fully ejaculating.”

“Oh.” I grabbed the strap, and secured it under my balls and around my cock and buckled it. I didn’t tighten it completely, just enough to apply some pressure.

“Let’s get you started.” Miranda snatched a pillow from under the table and knelt on it in front of me. She pulled me towards her and delicately licked my cock head, tasting the juices already leaking.

She swished her saliva in her mouth, and poured it down between her breasts, then folded my cock underneath the front strap of her bra and between her breasts. She kept drooling on it, dribbling spit down onto my cock as she moved her tits up and down, squeezing them together.

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Fuck fuck I- I- I’m-“ I was so deprived that the incredible sight and feeling of Miranda’s heavenly hosts was sending me over the edge.

“Not yet.” She expertly removed my cock in seconds, and placed her thumb at the base of my cock, putting pressure on my urethra. I clenched and held my breath, knowing I was going to explode anyway.

“Push!”

What? Oh, like Amanda made me.

I took a deep breath and pushed as I exhaled, and slowly the sensation of having to orgasm turned into gently flowing sperm through my cock. She slowly released her thumb, and caught the wave of precum I poured in her mouth.

She tasted it like a fine wine, and swallowed. “Oh Mark. You really did wait the full week, didn’t you?”

I nodded, breathless and wobbly.

She beamed at me. She stood up, and motioned me towards the table. “Lay face down, and put your package through the hole.”

I nodded, and did as she ordered. Once I was on the table, I pressed my face into a U shaped headrest, and closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation of my cock and balls hanging in space. After some rustling underneath me, I felt Miranda’s lips on my cock, and her hand gently massaging my balls.

The sensation was truly something to behold. Over the course of an hour she teased me, bringing me to the precipice of orgasm over ten times, each time making me push and gush pre-ejaculate into her welcoming, greedy mouth. By the eighth time, I was freely weeping tears from my eyes. By the tenth, I was sobbing.

“Please.” I begged, debasing myself. “Please oh my god, I can’t- I- It feels so good it fucking hurts, I’m so sensitive!”

“Hmm.” I heard her muffled under the table. “This is by far the most cum I’ve ever had in one sitting. I’m practically full. I guess . . I could . . “

“PLEASE MIRANDA!” I screamed.

She throated me, grabbing my balls and squeezing gently. She bobbed down and up, milking my cock, then, using the release snap on the strap, took off the leather restraint. I felt blood rush down into my cock, and the tip of me inside her throat sent me spiraling.

“UUGGHHG FUUUUUCK.” I bellowed, emptying seven days of cum down her throat.

Miranda swallowed and swallowed a second time, then began choking as my cum overflowed up her throat, along my cock, and out past her lips. She held me in her throat, pulsing as I gushed cum down her neck and breasts.

I had to focus on breathing to keep from passing out. After it was evident I had released everything I had pent up, she let my cock slide out of her mouth. She left the underside of the table and stood in front of me. I looked up, exhausted, to see her voluptuous figure, her red clad breasts bathed in my semen.

Miranda was speechless. “That was . . So much . .” She was in a daze. I had given her a throat creampie. She lazily used her hands to mop up my cum, bringing it to her mouth and drinking it as she cleaned herself. “No wonder Amanda likes you.” She said, astonished.

“Did- Did I- Was it enough for you?” I asked, worn and weary.

She nodded approvingly. “Yes. More than enough.” She paused. “But, I will need more.”

I looked at her, terrified.

“Once you recover, of course.” She smiled.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

Miranda sat me naked on her couch, and gave me a glass of orange juice and a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

“Act like a brat, you get brat food.” She teased.

“I’m not complaining one bit.” I downed the orange juice in two swallows, and got to work on the sandwich. I was starving after being milked dry. Miranda had fetched a plush pink bath robe, and sat on the couch next to me.

“How much do you know about Amanda’s divorce?” Miranda asked curiously.

“I know they weren’t able to have kids, and that caused it.” I finished the sandwich. “The subject made her uncomfortable, so I haven’t pried.”

Miranda nodded slowly. “I think you need to hear the whole story, before you do what I know you’re planning to do.”

“How do you know?” I swallowed.

“I’m smarter than you.” She grinned.

“Oh.” I looked down. “So . . What happened?”

“Amanda was married at your age. They were high school sweethearts.” I nodded. I knew that much. “After a few years, she started at the company. Did what you do. They tried for a kid . . And she miscarried.”

I nodded somberly.

Miranda’s gaze was a laser in my eyes. “After she miscarried, he beat her so savagely that she . . It’s impossible to-“ Her voice cracked, and her eyes welled with tears. “She will never have children.”

“What?” My voice was hoarse and I was horrified.

“She had to get surgery, and . .” Tears flowed from her eyes. She wiped them with her fingers. “We were already close friends, then. I made her live with me while the court proceedings dragged on. The divorce, and protective order. . It was a rough few years.”

I put my head in my hands. “I know what it’s like to be beaten savagely.” I whispered.

“Oh Sweetie.” She rubbed my arm. “We’ve all got something. The two of you just seem to match your something’s well. Hell, I haven’t seen her like this with a man since . . Ever.”

“Why me?”

“Who wouldn’t love a big strong man doting on you?” She asked, grinning. “But really, deeper than that: you’re vulnerable.”

Huh?

She could see my confusion. “Look, Mark. How is a woman, especially a woman who has been through hell like Amanda, how is she supposed to trust a man who can’t be vulnerable? Most men can’t be vulnerable with a woman. So they hide behind a facade because they refuse to appear weak.” She leaned back. “But you . .” She snapped her fingers. “Everything on the table, immediately. You offered yourself, you put yourself into her hands. That’s exactly what she needed.”

That’s why she was so quick to claim me. Her ownership ritual. It was a claim but it’s also . . Protection . .

“She’s exactly what I needed, too.” I whispered.

“So? Are you gonna do it, or what?” She asked.

“Yeah.”

I drove back home, to Amanda’s house. We talked about the sex, and we talked about her ex. We talked about my parents, too.

Violence and neglect . . And regret. They’re all things we both share. Somehow, someway . . We’re supposed to be here.

I fell asleep in her arms, in her breasts, and slept well. Soundly, thoroughly, and safe. Invincible, because I was with Her.

I woke up in the morning, and I heard the shower running. I heard Amanda singing in a high key, beautifully. She could sing in an angels choir.

“For so long, I have waited

So long that I almost became

Just a stoic statue, fit for nobody

and

I don’t wanna get in your way

But I finally think I can say

That the vicious cycle is over

The moment you smiled at me”

“And just like the Rain . .”

She trailed off as she washed herself.

I know that song.

I got out of bed, walked into the kitchen, and decided to make her eggs for breakfast. I sang the part of the song that I knew in a deep baritone, naked, with only a half apron on as I cooked for her.

“I know, I know, the way that it goes

You get what you give, you reap what you sow

And

I can see you in my Fate.

I know, I know, I am what I am

The mouth of the wolf, the eyes of the lamb

So darling will you saturate?”

“And just like the Rain

You cast the dust into nothing

And wash out the salt from my hands

So touch me again

I feel my shadow dissolving

Will you cleanse me with pleasure?”

I finished the eggs and plated them. Amanda had finished her shower and walked into the kitchen to listen.

“Nobody can say for certain

If maybe it’s all just a game

When I open my eyes to the future

I can you hear you say my

Name.”

She wrapped her arms around me, and we sang together.

“So Rain down on me

Ohhhhh Rain down on me”

She giggled. “You know that song is about squirting, right?”

I embraced her embracing me. “Ohhh. Yeah, that makes so much sense.”

We sat at the table and ate, enjoying our serene moment of peace.

I had to take my car back to my apartment to change. When I entered, I took a moment and looked around.

I don’t really spend any time here anymore.

I showered quickly, and got ready for work, excited about the plan I was forming. I just had to make it through the work day, then I could put it into action.

The morning was slow, but wonderful, as I didn’t have to refrain from physical affection with Amanda anymore. I kissed and held her, longer than necessary, just to feel her. She took the opportunity to tease me as well, licking her lips and grabbing a handful when she could. After lunchtime passed, Amanda needed me to copy a document.

Gordon approached me when I left Amanda’s office. “Hey bud, can I talk to you for a second?” He saw my face and reassured me. “You’re not in trouble.” He laughed.

“Sure! Can you walk?”

“‘Course!” We walked together to the copy room.

“I realize no one is supposed to know, but I’m sure you’re aware that you and Amanda are the office’s open secret.” He started.

I looked around as we walked. “We are?” I said in a hushed tone.

Gordon chuckled. “Yes, y’all are.” I held the copy room door open for him, and we went inside.

“Y’know, Amanda and I started working here together all those years ago.” He said when the door closed. “We were great coworkers, and better friends. Then, after her divorce . . She changed. She wanted everything, she wanted to be at the top. I wasn’t going to get in her way, so I helped her when I could. But, she changed. She wasn’t happy, not anymore.”

Gordon paused for a moment. I didn’t speak. I knew that sometimes, older men would divulge truly personal things if only you don’t interrupt, and you let them think, and speak.

He cleared his throat after a long minute of reflection. “I think . . I think when someone works their fingers to the bone to get to the top, to have everything . . But they don’t have anybody . . They realize that they really have nothing at all.”

He put his hand on my shoulder. “Mark, after you got hired, I noticed a change in Amanda. Now I see it more than ever.” He gazed at me with watering eyes. “I don’t know what you did, but you gave me my friend back. You’re . . You . . She’s the real Amanda, again. She’s happy. I just want you to know how much that means to me.”

I shook Gordon’s hand and pulled him in for a half hug. “Thank you for telling me that, Gordon. I appreciate it.”

Alright, that’s it. Can’t wait any longer.

After my talk with Gordon, I returned to Amanda with the copy.

“Hey, I need to take a half day.” I said.

“Is everything okay?” She asked, concerned.

I beamed. “Everything is perfect. I just need to go get something done. Actually, can you pick me up after work? I want to go to dinner, but nothing too fancy.”

“Sure baby, go ahead.” She smiled.

I walked out the office, confident in my decision.

Time to figure out how much this car is worth.