I have enjoyed for the most part the benefits of being exceptionally well endowed. I have been tied to a bed more than once by a girl so she could fon...le & play with me. Ooh, I’d get so hard, I felt like I was going to grow right out of my skin as they would lick & kiss my throbbing rod all over. Being tied up was different with them because it was consensual & I knew they would be letting me go. I had just moved to this town several months ago. I made a few friends & dated a couple ladies here. “We’re going to start the clock. You are going to jack off for me, Robert, right here, with the head of your cock touching my cunt, at my command. When I tell you to stroke, you stroke. When I tell you to speed up, you speed up and when I tell you to stop, you damn well better stop. If you can last ten minutes, I will let you have your orgasm. If not, well, who knows when you’ll cum again … Are we clear?” I grunted, looking down at the head of the head of my cock wedged up against her swollen. Pancras station. On my arrival at the Holborn offices, I reported to my new senior, a huge towering Lancashire man, Mr Ollerenshaw. He welcomed me and told me to report at 8 sharp on Monday. This being Friday afternoon, I had perfect freedom for a long weekend. Mr Ollerenshaw’s assistant had given me the address of some suitable accommodation, very respectable lodgings in Boscastle Street, a fifteen-minute walk away off Kingsway. Little could I have know as I made my way there through. He was very athletic, good build, blonde surfer boy hair and she was a short, nerdy chubby girl with glasses and a nice pair of titties. Candy told me that Amanda had a fantasy about watching her boyfriend trade blowjobs. He looked really nervous. I was just hoping he had a nice cock. His wife and him stripped down and both of them took a shower. They lathered each other up and kissed deeply. Candy and I jumped in the shower when they were done. Candy didn't touch my cock as she didn't want me.