Parting gifts for everyone

Harps. The sound of harps woke me up while it was yet dark. I squinted and looked around in confusion. Sandra, lying next to me, reached over and picked up her phone, turning off the alarm. “You gotta gittup,” she mumbled. Then she rolled over and pulled the blanket over her head. I curled up behind her and put my arm over her chest. She pushed me back gently. “No, you need to say goodbye to everyone.” Ah yes, the farewell procedure. Not even Sandra knew what I had planned, just that it had to start early so that those with an early work schedule wouldn't be late.

I got up and made myself a little cleaner and fresher, including some mouthwash. A quick shave and I was ready to head out. Just as I opened my bedroom door, Olivia slipped past, rushing to get a shower before she left. I yawned and headed to the kitchen. It wasn't even 6am, but a few girls were getting ready to leave. None could leave until I let them, but they knew it had to be soon. I looked at the list of names I had taped on the fridge for my reference. The five who needed to leave by 7am were Olivia, Angela, Mindy, Julia, and Shauna. I grabbed a water bottle and put it on the end table next to the couch. I placed my phone next to it. Mindy was waiting anxiously for her turn in the shower, Olivia, Angela and Julia were mostly ready to go. Those five had slept in the living room, since I would need that space for what I had planned, and I didn't want anyone still on the floor or couch at this early hour.

I sat down on the couch and got comfortable. Slipping off my boxers, I dropped them on the floor. “Angela?” I called out softly. Angela carried her bags over to the front door and set them down. Then she walked towards me, reaching under her loose skirt and removing her panties. Setting them next to us on the couch, she started to climb onto my lap. Noticing I was still soft, she frowned. Taking her place before me on her knees, she took me into her mouth. I wondered if, after 15 women in 3 days I would be able to rise to the occasion, but I needn't have worried. After only a minutes of gentle suction, Angela had me ready to enter her. Without a word, she climbed into my lap and settled herself down. She groaned as my cock sank into her. She was mostly dry and it took some effort to get situated, but after a minute or so, our pubic bones met. Our laps were concealed by her flowing skirt, so to a casual observer it could look like she was just playfully sitting on my lap.

Until she started moving, that is.

Angela put her arms on my shoulders and started rocking back and forth. Eyes closed, her mind was in another place. My instructions for most of the ladies was this: Last night they were to all have very arousing dreams that would leave them horny and craving satisfaction that they couldn't get for themselves. Then they were instructed: Before leaving in the morning, forget your assigned persona, but retain all instructions about feeling safe and comfortable here, not trying to leave, not trying to harm me, etc. Once you hear me call your name, come to me on the couch and start having sex with me – whatever position you like. Forget where you are and who you are with; instead, imagine yourself with your ideal lover – real or imagined. Continue until you cum on my cock. _Just as you begin to cum, open your eyes and tell me what you do for birth control. Remember where you are and as you orgasm, imagine yourself carrying my child in your womb._ Once you finish, you can get dressed and leave, remembering that we met over the app and you had very satisfying sex with me over the weekend. For the last girl in each group, the instructions included the command to continue fucking me until I finished. If I thought it was physically possible, I would have liked each of them to leave here with a fresh load in their womb. But I had to be realistic.

I liked the idea of each woman leaving freshly fucked and associating my face with a thorough release, and also perhaps with the idea of carrying a child. They would, perhaps, spend much of their day thinking about it. I hoped it might lead to future encounters that didn't require as much control.

Angela was getting hot and heavy on top of me. I had never seen her in make-up before. It was subtle, and it nicely brought out her natural beauty. Her hair was styled and wavy, bouncing as her face scrunched up. Still holding my shoulders, she leaned back and pressed her hips down on me, rubbing each time she had me to the root. I watched her mouth open slightly and begin to curl into a smile. She must be close. Soft little cries built up until she suddenly moved closer to me and opened her eyes.

Seeing my face, her eyes widened in surprise and she gasped in a strained voice, “Condoms!” Then her orgasm consumed her and her gaze seemed distant. Her face contorted in a mixture of confusion and pleasure. I smiled fondly, nowhere close to my own release, content to enjoy watching her receive pleasure. Not only watching, though, because I could feel her pleasure ripple through her. My cock felt the spasms and my hands on her waist felt her muscles tense and release. Finally, she relaxed. Taking a few seconds to catch her breath, she lifted one knee and rose up until I fell out of her. Angela picked up her panties and put them on. She paused, seeming to recollect her wits, then moved closer to me and kissed me lightly on the cheek. “Thanks, bud,” she said flatly. Then she went towards the door, picked up her bags, and left.

Once the door closed behind her, I said, “Shauna.” Every girl who was ready to leave and waiting her turn was supposed to be getting herself warmed up manually. Shauna was on the recliner, hands down her pants, rubbing slowly. Hearing her name, she put her stuff by the door, then approached me. By the time she was at the couch, her pants and panties were off. Instead of mounting me, she sat next to me on the couch and spread her legs. I quickly got up and positioned myself between them.

Shauna was wet and ready for my entry. She gasped loudly as I pushed in, then pulled my face forward. We kissed, softly at first, then with growing intensity. “I'm close, baby,” she mumbled. I slowed down at first, wanting to draw out our encounter, but Shauna clearly did not like that. Using her muscular legs, she wrapped them around me and started pulling me towards her at a rapid pace. “I gotta open the shop soon,” she said. “Can't take our time.” Her eyes were closed, and I wondered who she was imagining herself talking to.

“Let me see those beautiful tits,” I told her. “It'll help me speed up.” When we had sex earlier, Shauna had not taken off her top. I wanted to see her beautiful chest before she left. With a confident smile, Shauna lifted her shirt and raised her sports bra. Her dark breasts jiggled faster as I thrust with inspired vigor. My hands reached forward and cupped each orb, gently rubbing them. Shauna moaned in approval, even using her own hand to encourage me to press harder and to squeeze one of her thick black nipples.

In a few moments, she began to hump towards me, rasping, “yeah, yeah, hnggh, yeah! Right there, baby, right there!” I kept as constant a motion as I could, remember advice I had once received that if a woman is about to cum and tells you “don't stop,” you do exactly what you've been doing!

A few intense gasps and I knew she was on the edge. I looked up from admiring her thick thighs and waited for her to make eye contact. Seconds later, Shauna swallowed a deep breath and suddenly opened her eyes to me. A look almost of happy understanding lit up her face and she moaned, “condoms” as she started shuddering in release. Her thighs clenched together so quickly and forcefully that I was squeezed out. I pushed back in at the first opportunity, causing her to “EEP!” in surprise. She smacked my chest three times with her palm, not in anger but in uncontrolled spasms of release. Then she suddenly dropped her hips down onto the couch and moaned in satisfaction. Closing her eyes and putting her hands to her face, she shook her head and sat up. It took her a few seconds to get her clothes back in order. “I hate to run like this,” she apologized, but before I could assure her it was fine, she was on her way out the door.