Who said you get to call it quits?

As the last pulse out of your dick goes into the willing mouth of the beautiful girl kneeling before you, you realize one thing very quickly – she isn’t close to being done yet.

As she sucks your seed from you, she shows no sign of stopping. Your dick, not used to continued pleasure after you are done, almost screams in pain, forcing you to push the teen away. Her eyes staring at you, full of desire. How the fuck did you think you can please a teenager?! She is going to suck every once of energy from you, and still want more. And you want to let her have her way with you.

“Fuck, girl. You are amazing.” You tell her, trying to pull her up to you, if for no other reason, then to give yourself a minute or two to recover.

Erin looks ecstatic, she is smiling and seems as happy as you have ever seen her, even if you’ve only known her for a few hours. She lets you pull her to standing and in for a kiss.

“You are the best I’ve ever tasted. Can I do it again?” Her eagerness showing through. Or maybe her energy. She wasn't closed to finished with you.

How the hell do you respond to that? This beautiful angel, after having just given you one of the best blow jobs of your life, wants to repeat her performance! You aren’t in college anymore, how the hell can you keep up with her?! You can feel her body pressing, rubbing, writhing against you.

Wait, you know – fucking magic. Of course magic. That feels like it will be an answer a lot now. Just ask a question. But without any blood going to you brain – your question isn’t exactly ‘elegant’.

“Oh, I know you do. But, Would You Rather I was able to keep up and finish as long as someone was willing to serve me, or I could keep going until I pleased everyone who pleased me?” You give her the option. You think it should work. Either way is a win, right? Keeping you hard until she is tired of pleasing you, or is pleased with her work - you are hard through it all. That was the only option, right?

“Oh Master – I’d love for your wonderful dick to please me. Please, please. Please!” She sequels at you. WHAT? Please her? How you can keep up with the wild girl you were holding onto? You thought she was happy when she finished you off, but now your dick was saying you needed to return the favor. And with more blood going south, your brain gave in before it even tried to fight back. It’s almost as if there is something pushing you to ensure you returned the work she did for you. You knew you needed to finish her, there wasn't another choice.

Wait, what? Are you being **** by your own question? You know you wanted … you mean needed … did you ever need anyone as much as her? What is going on? You know that she needs to be finished. You know that, you’ve always known that.

But Alice, you look over at your wonderful wife, and are surprised by the sight. She has completely stripped, and has one hand deep within her pussy and her other rubbing her magnificent tits. The level of lust in her eyes is something that would have taken hours of foreplay to get to. And she got there on her own, watching someone please you.

Her image allows your brain enough of a break to make a plan. The wonderful girl between your legs, begging for more, she needs to be please, but you need to put on a show for your amazing wife. The second that thought is made in your mind, a cloud seems to clear out – allowing you to make a better plan to make that happen.

You need the beauty in front of you to involve Alice. But Alice wants to watch, not participate. How can she be involved, without being involved? Trying to keep any sort of blood in your head is getting more difficult, but you remember how she Alice kept saying that Erin was her girl, not yours - so you feel you should push that angle, maybe that is what Alice really wants.

“Oh my pet, you absolutely desire to be rewarded. You were amazing, destined to serve me.” You start, your brain trying to keep up, making you seem to say something not incredible stupid. “But, it’s not me who controls your pleasure, it’s your mistress. You need to please her before I can please you.”

Wow, you said that. And if you got stuck behind some badly planned WYR, it still happened. You told Erin to ask your wife to let you please her.

It took less than a second for Erin to figure out what she needed to do. She stared at the woman, stuck in a chair, and knew that she was the one in charge.

Erin, without standing, crawled over to her, and spoke. “Please, Mistress. You have been so kind, can you please let your playtoy be pleased by your husband. I have done all that you have asked, please let him use me. I need you to let me be used by him.” Erin, the only one in the room with anything on their body at all, was kneeing and asking for permission to be used like a fuck toy.

While your dick was nearly instantly harder – you knew it wasn’t your choice. It was the one who set this whole thing up. It was your amazing wife, who would decide if you get to fuck the begging teen, or not let her ever cum.

And you couldn’t remember any of the questions or WYR’s that you have used to set up this situation. And there was no blood left in your brain to try to move this in your favor - you just need to trust that a more thoughtful you didn't make any bad choice. You waited for your wonderful wife to make her choice.