Handjob

As he watched her, he considered her clammy palms laying fingers around his shaft; her hunched body nearing him, devoided of her prior haughty teasing. He tried telling himself this was another part of her twisted game, though he could not help but feel sorry. Not because of regret or sympathy for her, but for who she reminded him.

He remembered the suffering watering Joselyn's eyes as she begged him to open up about his hurt. About his fears. He remembered the pain she conveyed at feeling she was not worthy of his partnership. His love and care, just because he lacked sureness with her. Alasdair's breathing incommoded him, his throat tightening upon remembering that night in their apartment. Exchanging glances with Martina, he saw his raging hard-on slackened in her grip, shrinking in her hands.

"Stop," he spoke, frustration hinted in his voice. "Don't bother."

Whether another gambit or genuine regret, he would be better off maintaining cordialness with his aggressor. Restrained and without access to the virtual template, he remained a sitting duck. With such poor odds, waiting out the end of the simulation was most proper. At worse, his chance at freedom would remain compromised, but the already distressed Martina would be more 'humane' in her treatment towards him.

"Just jerk me off," he said, observing her. "You at least owe me that given your bullshit. You can keep your pride."

She nodded, taking his softening dick between her index and thumb.

"You're right. I at least owe you that."

She gently pinched at his nub, her tender touches elongating his minuscule piece into a thickening shaft. In seconds, he regained his erection, allowing her to stroke up and down his length proper. Martina looped around Alasdair's cock head with her thumb and index fingers, each time meeting at the apex as they massaged up and down his glans. The brawny man inhaled a swift breath, the sudden sensation arousing tingles in his chest. Though her measures were chafed, the clear viscosity of his pre-ejaculate remedied the matter in short order, sharpening his pleasure.

Martina laboured on without distraction; her focus on his cock, which she now considered in a unique light. Alasdair regarded Martina's lingering gaze on his manhood, fondling his shaft with one hand while playing with her hardened nipples in the other. Coupled with the splish-splash of his gushing fluids, were her rasps, which grew on par with his own heavy breathing. Martina's eyes met Alasdair's own, if only for a second, casting downward to his thick, pink lips for another moment before focusing on his twitching erection.

Alasdair pulled himself into the bed, gripping the sides of the mattress. His enlarged testicles rose skywards his darkening dick along with the growing sensual pressure. His purplish glans streamed more and more fluid in recompense. He bucked his hips upwards through Martina's grip, aiding her in his accession towards ejaculatory inevitability.

"Almost there, Alis…," she spoke, the sultry tone of her voice reminding him of Joselyn.

She coated his pole with his fluids before gripping the base of his cock. With her other hand she handled the tip of Alasdair's erection with her palm, rubbing in circles and allowing for a gradual build-up of ecstasy pulling upward his loins. Alasdair moaned under the ardour of **** stimulation. All parts of his body moved without conscious control, falling into the abyss of euphoria and zest. He couldn't hold it any longer.

He was going to cum.

He was going to cum now.

With that, Alasdair met the point of no return, the pressure at his pelvis pushing forward. Martina felt the pugnacious pulse tauten his rod, releasing her palm at once. As quick as she shifted, the first rope shot forth Alasdair's shaft, arching high in the air before landing on his face. The second and third, while not as powerful as the initial, shot with grand ****, hitting the bed linen and Martina's hands and shoulders. Several added contractions propelled from his wilting erection, striking his chest and abdomen, before dribbling away onto his stomach.

She exchanged looks with the top dog before licking his seed. His eyes widened upon watching his boss strip the rest of her clothing, standing before him nude. She unfastened his restraints, which had left his arms and legs sore, but allowed her to sit atop his massive frame without resistance. The youthful woman wiped his ejaculate, raising an eyebrow when his erection panged at her firm ass. He took her waist, positioning her warming body closer to his re-hardened cock, before catching his breath.

Nudging his dick with her rear, Martina laid over Alasdair, capturing his mouth. Each of them flared upon tasting each other, their scents heightening their renewed arousal. She parted, her teeth nimbly dragging along his bottom lips, rising before him once more.

"Now that’s out the way, let’s have fun."

Alasdair nodded, turning Martina onto the mattress.