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Category: Fetish Stories

Author: Trevor Dantley

Chapter 3---Bennie in conflict with herself

The money, the sex play and her religion all tugging at Bennie’s mind in different ways. And a few of the next massage sessions I didn’t push Bennie to new limits, just letting her get settled into the mundane of masturbating me and she trying not to get any of the semen on her blouse. She learned to keep one hand around the top of my cock and letting the semen fill her hand instead of squirting out all over her and the bed.

But the time did come for that envelope of comfort to get pushed out a bit. And it began one day when I wouldn’t let myself come. She massaged and massaged and finally I sat up a bit and with her hands full of oil and massaging my cock, I reached around her hands and pulled her blouse up and over her head while she was frantically trying not to touch her blouse with her oily hands. But of course, the blouse was gone and she was left in her bra. Then trying to cover her breasts with her oily hands and soon her bra was oily and I reached around her and unhooked it very quickly and shocked her so much she couldn’t believe she was now completely nude above the waist and my oiled up cock was standing straight up. I told her to start massaging again and with resignation and a huge sigh of discomfort, she resumed with my eyes now glued on her huge, young, pert, as only young breasts can be, D breasts dangling and moving with the motion of her arms. I told her I was going to touch her breasts as that would help me to come quicker. She would have almost done anything to get this over with. With me now sitting up, her hands moving up and down on my rigid cock, my hands on her breasts and then I told her to look into my eyes and watch me come. I watched her watching me and kept telling her not to let go and to keep stroking up and down until my spasming stopped. My hands on her tits, her hands on my cock now full of semen and our eyes locked into each other. And finally I stopped spasming and jerking and I kissed her on the lips. She did not like that. That was too personal. I told her to jump down and clean herself up in the bathroom, I went in to help her get dressed and fasten her bra. I told her that I know it wasn’t easy but she had a lot of courage and I told her how much I appreciated her helping me as I was lonely too. A little bit more tip money helped her get over some of the guilt and confusion and she smiled a bit and left feeling conflicted but richer. What was she going to do about me and her job and her boyfriend and her religion combined with just a little bit of the realization that she was also liking this more than her mind would allow.

But, the story must go on to another chapter.