It was getting harder and harder for me to hold back, and finally I just had to let go. This was such a powerful release for me that I broke rhythm an... began to jerk in spasms of my own ecstasy. Somehow, this was just what Mrs. X needed to break her over her peak into the most powerful orgasm she'd had since I had been with her. This time, I yelled out at the same time as her shriek of fulfillment, and I pumped jet after jet of jizz into her cunt, banging at the doorway of her cervix. I was. Everytime I did that she told me to increase the speed and everytime I wrote an 'X' into the chat but she just replied with 'Good' as if she loves me being in pain. That went on for about half an hour. It was like being ****d but I followed her orders. After a while she let me off of that dildo and I was allowed me to masturbate while she kept on storytelling. I was ofc not allowed to cum or get even close to that. The story went like this: "I am on my knees jerking off while she stands in. Horny bastard, sprawled out on the floor like that. He was engrossed in his magazine, didn’t know I was staring at him. He had a really fit body – smooth, hard, muscular, slim waist, great arse. What an arse. Nice round firm bum. Great arse framed by the elastic of his jock. I wanted to get up and put my hands on his bum, grab a feel of it, touch it, slap my big dick all over it. Then I just came out with it. It was what I was thinking and I actually said it out loud. “Great arse, mate.”. "I could never have predicted my own reaction to that statement. My ego of just a few moments earlier would never have allowed me to imagine the sheer rush of adrenaline that pumped through my body at the casual, transactional way Aaron suggested he share me with another man. I felt my face flush. My heart pounded. My dick, soft since leaving the locker room, hardened so quickly I struggled to hide it.J looked at me as I adjusted my hands, then back at Aaron. His jaw worked, clenching,.