“Sir, can I have orgasm please?”

Looking up from behind your computer screen you look me up and down as you consider my request

“Don’t you mean another orgasm Slutmine?”

“Umm, well….”

“After all you did come this morning didn’t you or am I mistaken about that?”

“Oh no, I mean yes, I mean, I did, yes I definitely came this morning, you must have felt it Sir, with your fingers inside me?”

“Indeed I did dirty girl but for a moment there you seemed to have forgotten about it”

“Definitely not forgotten about it Sir.”

“And yet here you are asking me for another one which makes me wonder if that one wasn’t good enough?”

Fidgeting under your scrutinising gaze I found myself lost for words but luckily you continued on.

“Or maybe I am mistaken and you are just a greedy little slut when it comes to orgasms.”

“Yes Sir, that seems like it might be fair.”

“Fair? Interesting word you pick there slut. Fair….. “You almost whisper as though you are contemplating its wider meaning before continuing on with your thoughts

“If I say yes to the orgasm that means you will have had two today and I will have had….”

You let the sentence trail off as if you’re pondering the correct answer before adding

“Slut?”

“None Sir.” I reply

“None! Now does that seem fair to you slut?”

“Well, no, I guess not”

“You guess not?” You ask tilting your head to one side as you continue to contemplate me

“No, Sir that does not seem fair for me to have had two orgasms and you to have had none.” I answer with conviction this time

“Indeed, so what shall we do about that slut?”

“Umm, well, I suppose, you should have an orgasm as well.”

“Hmm, good idea. How do you propose that could be best achieved?”

Walking towards him with a grin on my face I replied…

“I could suck you off”

His abrupt “No” stops me in my tracks

“Not today, today I think you can give me a handjob and tell me a story and if you do a very good job and tell me a very dirty story that I like then you can come again”

For a moment I just stand and stare at him like a ninny. I have no idea why his words had flummoxed me, I think it was the no, that did it.

“What are you waiting for Slut?” He asked

“Umm, I don’t know” I replied

“Well I think a good start would be if you hot footed it upstairs and got the bottle of lube from my night stand. Go on, quick like a bunny now!” he commanded with a clap of his hands. The noise jolts me out of my mind and I dash out of the room and up the stairs to retrieve it.

By the time I return he has already undone his jeans and is lying back on the sofa idly stroking his cock. I stand and watch, one of my favourite things is to watch him touch himself

“Don’t get distracted slut, remember you have a story to tell”

Kneeling down on the carpet beside the sofa I flip the lid on the lube and pour a generous amount into my hand taking a few moments to hold it between my palms so that it won’t feel cold against his cock.

“You know what I was thinking about the other day Sir?”

“No Slut, tell me…”

“I was thinking about what it would be like to do this with her”

“Her?” he questioned

“Yes, you know, Her!” I giggled

“Ahhh her. And do what exactly with her?”

“Show her how to give you a hand job.”

“I was thinking what it would be like for us to kneel either side of you and show her how I warm the lube in my hands before touching you and then letting her watch as I take your dick into the soft wet warmth of my palms and stroke you. I could image her eyes widening as your cock got longer and thicker as I touched you, like it is doing now.“

“Do you want to help me?” I would ask her

And she would nod a little shy bob of her head and I would reach out and take one of her hands between mine so that there are three hands on your now. Mine wrapped around hers guiding her up and down and your shaft. I wonder what that would feel like.

You let out a cross between a sigh and a moan as I continue to talk and touch you at the same time.

“Pausing for a moment to take her other hand I would pour more of the lube onto the head of your cock, watching it dribble down your shaft and then this time I would cover both her hands with mine and guide them up and down.”

“Like this.” I would say as I increased the pressure. “He likes a firm grasp, firm and steady strokes. Yes just like that”

“Can you image that Sir, two sets of hands touching you like that, slick with lube, gilding up and down your dick?”

You don’t reply but I can feel your cock twitch inside my hand and I know I am doing a good job. I know my hands feel good on you. You have taught me well and I was a dedicated and observant pupil and this story, the idea of my showing her how to give you the perfect handjob, the thought of us both touch you, me leading her, guiding her with my words and my hands is something I know turns you on.

“Your orgasm is sudden and powerful. She lets out a little gasp as your jizz decorates our hands, running down over her dark fingers and my pale ones. She goes to let go but I keep her hands encased in mine both of us holding your throbbing dick. When finally the spasms are over I let her hands go. She watches me as I take my cum covered fingers and paint your sticky juices over my chest and breasts. I nod to her, encouraging her to follow my lead and do the same.”

“She hesitates but then she copies me and we sit across from one another painting ourselves with you.”

“How was my story Sir?” I ask

For a moment you lay back on the sofa, your eyes close as you catch your breath but then you look down at me kneeling on the floor beside you and your eyes jump to the glistening coat of your cum that I have whipped across my chest.

“Oh your story was perfect Slutmine”

A huge thank you to Lubezilla who sponsored this piece of filthy fiction on my site. They are lovely people to work with and it was a delight to have a company who was interested in supporting fiction writing. Seriously go and check them out at Lubezilla.

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