She just gives you a handjob

"It's quite cute," Amy remarks, sounding disappointed, "I know you've always dreamed of me sucking you, fucking you -- you've probably heard me and Hal fucking a number of times. Probably gotten off to the thought, you sicko."

She stopped stroking you, holding her thumb and pointer finger in the middle of your cock. She smiled, giggling a bit.

"What are you gonna do?" You said, thrusting yourself into her hand.

She laughed again, holding her fingers steady as you kept humping against her, "I'm here to relieve your tension -- that's all, nothing more," She dragged her pointer finger along the tip of your cock, causing it to twitch, "God, I love when they do that."

"Please spit on it or something," You begged.

"Ohhh, John, John, John, poor John..." She playfully pouted up at you, "I'm afraid this is all you get. Though considering how little action you've gotten as of late, this shouldn't take long at all."

Amy went back to stroking you. You couldn't believe how lucky you were. Her hands felt like you always dreamt. She was talented at this, too. No wonder Hal wouldn't leave her.

"Do you want to see my ass?" Amy didn't wait for an answer. She turned around, twisting her fingers to keep stroking your cock. She pulled her black panties to the ground, revealing her tight, bouncy ass. She moaned as she finished dropping her panties. Throwing them into your face. You pulled them up to your nose, breathing in her scent.

"Holy fuck Amy"

She bounced her ass towards you, all while continuing to stroke, "You wanna fuck this ass, John? You wanna fuck me in my tight asshole? Hal has never been there. Mmmm no. This ass could be all yours. Mark your territory on me, John!"

Her dirty talk was getting to you. As her ass bounced, you caught glimpses of her pert rosebud, and you imagined burying all of yourself inside. You could feel your orgasm rising as you stared at the peach fuzz on her ass, daydreaming of burying your face, and kissing every inch.

"I feel those balls of your getting tighter, John!" She held her fingers steady again.

You humped her hand, "What are you doing? Keep going!"

"If you want to cum, you have to agree to let Hal and me fuck whenever and wherever we want."

"Okay! Just please, let me cum!" You needed this release so bad. She began to stroke you again.

"Good boy. And smell my panties some more! I only want you to be able to cum when you're smelling my pussy and ass."

You did as you were told, shoving the crotch of her panties deep into your face.

"Cum for me, baby! Cum for my ass!"

Just as the first rope shot out, Amy released your cock, causing it to bounce back and forth, shooting cum all over the bed and yourself. Amy laughed maniacally as she watched your ruined orgasm. As you came down, a shooting pain ran up your balls.

"Whoops, butterfingers!"

"You're evil," You tried to catch your breath.

"And I'm not done yet. Now you're going to do a little something for me now. You see, if you don't cooperate, I'm going to tell Hal that you tried to **** me -- that you **** my face down to your cock, and that you violated his girlfriends tight, sacred throat. But if you do good, if you do everything I say, there will be a reward."

You gulped heavily.