As with most of the women in his life, Gretchen was way ahead of Richard.
She saw by the clock on her desk that her time was drawing to a close. She guided Richard to her button and held him there.
“Oh, Dick… right there Dick, make me cum…”
He began lashing up and down, side to side, lovingly attacking her clit. He felt her begin to buck upwards into his face.
“Use your fingers… please, Dicky… use your fingers on my G-spot while you lick me…”
He was more than willing. He gently inserted two fingers inside of her and began making “come hither” motions across the little bumps he felt.
Listening to Gretchen’s words, accentuated by her increasing arousal, had many co-workers up from their desks and moving closer to hear better. Several women were laughing at the tents in the men’s trousers.
Then what Gretchen knew would happen… happened.
She locked Richard’s mouth tightly to her snatch, fucking his face with abandon while her entire body convulsed, and she screamed uncontrollably.
With the multiple points of stimulation and the eroticism of her revenge, Gretchen’s orgasms were incredibly powerful.
“Arrrrggghhhaahhhfuckyes… ayeeeeee!!!”
It was much too intense now. She pushed him away, and he fell back against the opposite wall of her cubicle.
He watched her quivering body in amazement as she came… hard… squirting an unbelievable amount of her ejaculate all over his face, from his chest to his crotch. He was soaked. He knew women could ejaculate, but had no idea such an incredible fountain could result.
At about this time, David walked in, and the other employees hustled back to their desks. David looked aghast at Richard. He was a complete mess. His hair, face, shirt and pants were all soaked.
Gretchen lay against her desk, exhausted. Still virtually vibrating, trying to catch her breath.
David checked his watch. “We can’t miss this meeting, Dick. You’ll just have to go as you are.”
As the two men started out, David being careful not to touch Richard, Gretchen held her hand up for them to wait, so she could say something.
Shivering a little himself as the air-conditioning affected his wet body, Richard turned.
Panting, “Di-Dicky…see you at noon…”
As soon as she had recovered well enough, she began drinking hydrating drinks. She wanted to be ready.
This was how Gretchen used her “Dick’s Dickless Cunnilingus” time, three times a day for five days.
Richard brought extra changes of clothes to work, and spent each evening doing laundry. Jennifer said Maria certainly was not doing his sex-covered laundry.
On Wednesday he was at his desk, which did not happen much these days. The phone rang and he tapped the speaker button, answering. He had David and a couple of VP’s in his office.
Jennifer’s pleasant, sing-song voice, “You will be happy to hear I have my first date Saturday evening, sweetheart. If you’re lucky, maybe you’ll get to watch me get laid… mmm… I hope so. Then you can give me another notch. You would like that, wouldn’t you?”
The men all exchanged embarrassed glances. “Yes, dear… yes, I would.”
*Click*
As the couple walked out through the lobby that afternoon, Richard’s clothes once again soaked, Jennifer stopped him by grabbing his arm, “Oh my gawd, Dick. LOOK.”
Walking towards them was a big man, who apparently worked the evening shift. It took Richard a moment to figure out what he was supposed to see.
Then he saw it.
The man was wearing blue jeans. With a button up fly. From one of the button holes hung a small padlock, which obviously was attached to a chastity device inside the man’s pants. OMG.
In the coming weeks, Richard and Jennifer compared notes. Between them they counted at least FIFTY male employees whose wives had decided to mimic the boss’s wife and lock them up. Very publicly.
That Friday afternoon, Richard received a lesson in the difference in male and female thought processes.
As Gretchen finished her week as the “winner” of Dick’s Dickless Cunnilingus, she screamed through the most violent, squirting orgasms she had ever experienced.
Richard stood, soaked from head to foot, smiling. Surely Gretchen would forgive him after such fulfilling physical relief!
Instead, Gretchen drew back and delivered a crippling kick right between the open goal posts, smashing his testicles and causing him to drop to his knees, groaning in pain.
In her mind, she could have enjoyed this every fucking night… but no… this cocksucker was a man whore. She may never experience this again. Asshole.
Richard hobbled home, noticing a few male employees sporting padlocks. Some of them shared sympathetic glances with him, others glared at him; this was his fault.
When he arrived home, as a matter of habit he stripped off his clothes, so he wore only his chastity cage.
Jennifer called him into the den, where she sat with a box which had been delivered that afternoon. She directed him to place his hands behind his back, where she secured his wrists with the police handcuffs so she could manipulate his cock cage in peace.
“This is why Megan measured you Monday. I had it made and delivered ASAP.”
She withdrew the special item from the box. It was a clear, apparently synthetic copy of his erect penis. It was a hollow penis extension.
Jennifer used the key from her necklace to unlock his chastity device. She slowly removed the tube portion of the cage. His manhood quickly became fully turgid.
She was unconcerned. She cleaned it with sanitary wipes.
Then, slowly and carefully, she slid the new copy of his penis down over his erection. Inside the larger version of himself, was a “sound” which Jennifer gently wriggled until it was lodged inside his urethra.
“Unnngghhh.”
Once it was “fully engaged” onto his manhood, she clicked the padlock shut again on the retaining ring behind his testicles.
He looked down. He could easily see his fully erect cock… but he could not in any way touch or masturbate himself. The sound kept his shaft in place.
He looked at her with a WTF expression.
She smiled sweetly.
“It is for your health. Much like the bi-weekly milkings. The milkings keep you drained without an orgasm. This allows you to be erect without orgasm. I read up…if you are kept only in the chastity cage too long, your beautiful cock will begin to shrink.”
She fondled the big phallus.
“I DO plan to make use of your cock… SOMEDAY… so I definitely do not want him shrinking. So you will wear this at home.”
The doorbell rang.
“My date is here. Be a dear and answer the door while I get dressed.”
“Like this??”
She arched that eyebrow. Yes. Like that.
Richard answered the door, naked, his encaged erect penis leading the way.
A big man moved past him, as if he had expected his host’s condition. He walked into the den, where Richard offered him a seat.
“Hi, I’m Richard.”
The man looked up at him sardonically. “No shit.”
This was not starting out well. Richard went and retrieved a couple of beers, handing one to the man. Then he sat across from the man, deciding to remain silent.
After a few minutes, Jennifer returned and the big man’s eyes lit up. Jennifer smiled. “Have ya’ll introduced yourselves?”
Seeing they had not, she introduced the man as Oliver. “Oliver, do you have any pics of your family to show Dick?”
Oliver grumbled, but pulled out his phone. He showed Richard a photo of his two adult daughters, his wife, his sister, and his mother, and him at a family gathering.
All of the women shared the same very attractive attributes. Each had the same dimples (which Richard saw as blowjob cheeks), the same upturned smile, and the same glint in their eyes. Jennifer shared similar attributes…they were a real turn on for Richard.
Richard spoke politely, “You have a beautiful family, Oliver.”
The big man glared back at him. “Ya think so?”
“Well, sure.”
The man shook his head. “Well I’m glad you think so… since you’ve FUCKED all of them, you fucking asshole.”
Richard nearly choked. Looking at the photo again, he recognized them all, and remembered each one sucking his dick or spreading their legs for him. And the glint in their eyes as they came.
“Oh, my.”
Jennifer smiled, “That is why I figured Oliver deserved the first shot at bedding me. You two obviously have a shared ‘type.'”
She showed him that she had one of his credit cards. “Oliver and I will be going out to dinner and a movie. If he seduces me, we will be back. Enjoy your evening, loverboy.”
He watched through a window as Oliver held the passenger door of his big pickup truck open for Jenny, then they drove away.
The thought of her leaning on someone else’s arm as they walked, sharing stories across a table, maybe leaning into each other in a dark theater, were visions almost as frustrating as the image of them fucking. What had he done?
He spent the evening reading or watching TV. Trying to distract himself. Occasionally he would lose his erection, but something would always happen to bring it back. Thinking of Jenny, cleavage on the TV, his own needs, and his shaft would grow again. Each time it did, he braced himself. Because each time his cock filled the extension again, it forced itself slowly, inexorably onto the sound mounted inside. And he would have to stop what he was doing, groaning as his cock fucked itself.
He had drifted off to sleep on the couch when his phone chimed with a text. He noticed the time, 12:53AM.
*Strap yourself down on the massage table as best you can. Oliver is wonderful! I’m getting a second notch, aren’t you excited?!*
He was not excited. But his dick apparently had different thoughts. He barely made it off the couch before it was forcing itself onto the sound.
He managed to secure the straps around his legs and midsection. About that time Jenny walked in, and finished the job.
“I love you baby. Promise me you will be quiet, so I do not have to gag you.”
He nodded. She was obviously excited, ready for her liaison with Oliver.
“Good, now be a good little boy, and mommy will bring you a snack later.”
She tilted the table into the upright position so he could she the TV, and almost skipped out of the room.
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