Yes--and no.

You tell Amber, “You’d better stop—I’m about to cum.” To your surprise, instead of pulling off, she jams her head on your prick until her nose is buried in your pubic hairs, then starts working your cockhead with her throat muscles. Your orgasm erupts out of your balls, bursting from your throat in a roar, blasting straight down hers like a firehose of cum. Every muscle in your body seems to spasm at once, then release, as your climax shudders away in a series of aftershocks. You dimly register a series of moans and screams that follow close on your own shout of ecstasy; then Amber stands up and literally rips her panties off. She throws the ruined rag on the floor, lifts you to your feet, takes your place, and says, “Eat me. NOW.”

An astonished grin breaks across your face and you say, “I love you,” in your best Han Solo fashion. You hear her say, “I know,” in perfect-pitch Princess Leia, and then you take her pussy in your mouth, and her coherence dissolves. She’s soaked and begging, ready for the quick kill; you thrust two fingers in and begin rubbing her G-spot hard as you suck her clit into your mouth, swirl your tongue around it, and give it a little nip. She bucks her hips into your face and screams like an eagle in flight as her cunt walls crush your fingers—it may take a while before you can bend them again. She grinds her twat against you, smearing her juices all over your face; you lick up as much as you can, savoring her taste. A second round of screams and moans erupts behind you. As Amber’s orgasm shudders to a stop, you draw your fingers out of her pussy, stand up, and turn around.

Every one of the six women in front of you has just fingered herself to orgasm—twice, apparently. Every one of them was also playing with a nipple to speed themselves along. Rowan, Rhiannon, and Charlanne each settled for putting a hand in her bra. Nina pulled both her tits out, leaving her hanging free. Lara took advantage of the mesh and was pulling and twisting her nipple right through it, to the point that the fabric is starting to give. Meagan just scrapped her bra altogether. All of them are now sitting dazed in their chairs.

Amazingly, as they start coming to their senses, your cock has barely deflated at all—that’s how powerfully Amber’s lust affected you. When your acolytes notice how long and thick you are, a look of absolute hunger fills their faces. Nina actually looks like she might cum again just from the sight of your fuckpole. “Back off, girls—he’s mine,” Amber says firmly.

“We know,” Meaghan says, still sounding dazed. “You can’t blame a girl for wishing. —Fuck, that was hot,” she breathes, followed by a murmur of agreement.

“If you’re satisfied now,” Amber continues, equally firmly, “I’m going to pack up my boyfriend and go home.”

As you go out the door, you hear Nina call, “If you ever change your mind on sharing him . . .”