Leave the coffee shop and walk home

Currently active rules:

"Old rule: all women have a dramatically increased libido, making them feel horny for most of the day."

"New rule: masturbation is socially unacceptable. No one is allowed to touch their own genitals. Sexual stimulation and gratification can only be performed by others."

"New rule: Women must have permission from a man before having an orgasm."

Only when I got out on the street, I fully realized the impact of these three simple rules, and how they had impacted society. For starters, the clothing and appearance of all the girls in sight on the busy street outside the coffee shop had dramatically improved: hot pants and mini skirts, stiletto heels and fishnet stockings, deep cleavages and tight T-shirts were all around. There wasn’t a girl in sight who hadn’t put on some make up or done something nice with her hair. Their step had changed to empasize the sway of their hips, and they no longer averted their eyes from the men they encountered like before, instead meeting our eyes with a salacious expression or a sultry smile.

I realized why. Judging by the speed of recovery of the waitress, the girls now had a desire for dozens of orgasms a day, or more. If they wanted to have them though, they needed male permission for each one of them, and this created huge friction in this new marketplace, where demand suddenly far exceeded supply. Their only chance to get the permission they craved for now was, to be pleasing to a male eye, and persuade him to grant his permission by arousing his own desires.

The way home led through a small city park. It was a beautiful day, and it was quite busy. There was a big lawn near the entrance, and several couples were copulating on it. I saw a young girl exposing her lascivious curves to a man in a suit carrying a briefcase. He seemed completely mousey, and would have been invariably ignored by any self-respecting girl in the past; now she squirmed and wriggled her body to display it in the best possible way to him. He just waived her aside and continued his walk though. She looked disappointed, then spotted me and walked up to me. I stopped and looked at her as she repeated the lush display of her features to me.

“Hello Sir. My name is Barbara. How can I entice you to avail yourself of the pleasures my body can provide for you? “

I couldn’t suppress a laugh, then replied: “MY pleasure, eh? Are you sure this isn’t about YOUR pleasure? “

She blushed slightly, then said: “Well, is there any reason why it couldn’t be pleasurable for us both? “

“Oh, I could think of a hundred reasons. I might just fuck you yet still deny you the award of an orgasm, for example.”

She bit her lip, then pulled herself together and said: “I’ll take that chance. You don’t seem to be that kind of man.”

I took another good look at her body. It really WAS voluptuous and sexy, especially as she noticed the downward shift of my glance and increased her squirming efforts, performing a 360 degrees turn right in front of me to make sure I didn’t miss any good feature. Even just yesterday, I would have given my left arm to make love to a girl like this.

Then I reminded myself of my situation. I had shot my load into the woman on the left side in the coffee shop less than ten minutes ago, and now I was underway to have sex with my wife for the first time in years. My performance with Helen wouldn’t really improve if I shot yet another load into this girl. Still she was really attractive, and I liked the idea of giving her an orgasm and watch her having it.

“Listen Barbie, I can’t really fuck you right now. But I’ll make you a deal. Come with me.”

She followed me to a nearby bench and I sat down on it, but stopped her when she wanted to join me. Right in front of the bench was a bed of flowers, with a metal railing around it. The top of it was a horizontal metal bar, maybe two inches wide. I pointed to it and said to her:

“You can ride that railing if you want, and if you manage to drive yourself to orgasm, you have my permission to go over the edge. How does that sound?”

She hesitated: “I’m not sure… if I can do that. I have never had an orgasm like that…”

“Well, there has to be a first time for everything, right? Why don’t you just try and see if you can make it work? “

“Well yeah… I guess…”

The railing ran less than a foot from the ground, so she had to kneel down with her knees on the ground on either side to allow for any contact at all between the railing and her pussy. I saw her doubt whether to take off the hot pants and ride the railing with a naked pussy, but the railing was a bit rusty and she decided against it. Then she lowered her crotch and let the railing press against her pussy region through the denim of the hot pants.

This was good indeed! I was really going to enjoy watching this pretty girl ride herself to the orgasm I would provide for her. I lit up a cigarette, then leaned back on the bench to enjoy the show that was about to start. And I wasn’t the only one… several people had stopped and now watched curiously what was going on. A man in his fifties sat down next to me on the bench. I offered him a cigarette as well as we watched her.

The girl’s mission obviously wasn’t easy. When she wanted to create a riding motion, she had to do it from her knees; but when she did, her pussy would come up and leave the railing and the pressure it provided to create the necessary stimulation. The only possible solution was to make the downthrust even deeper, and cram the railing even harder into her tender flesh; when she did so, she was able to keep contact with the railing by making a small upthrust. Yet it was obviously uncomfortable and hard to generate sufficient impulse to raise the level of her arousal. Yet my first rule worked miracles, she was obviously horny as hell, and the small audience that was gathering apparently helped a lot as well. She got into a cadence, gradually increasing the tempo as she got hotter and hotter. I took another drag on my cigarette and congratulated myself with the rules I had written. Ah yes, the rules… the first few I had written were working so well, that I had almost forgotten that I could make new ones whenever I wanted! And what do you know, there was this other fantasy of mine that never had a chance to materialize before... I took the rulebook, and wrote:

“New rule: immediately after receiving an orgasm, a girl must offer her ass in a spankable position to the man who gave her permission for the orgasm. “

As I finished the sentence, the magic of the book revealed the rule in her mind, and it was enough to lead her to the portal of cumming. It really seemed as if the prospect of a spanking heated her up rather than cooling her down. The distress on her face was clear though; after all, she was still unsure if the orgasm would actually be granted. There was despair in her eyes when she made the request, her voice a strange mix of meek submission and lustful moaning:

“Please, Sir… can I cum? “