You ask him to hurry

You lower your gaze from the ceiling, only to discover that the youth molesting you is not even looking in your direction, instead scrolling through his smartphone with one hand whilst casually bringing you close to the pinnacle of ecstasy with the other. Your muscles start to clench around his fingers as you feel your climax approaching and you try to attract his attention.

"Uh, excuse me, sir." You don't know where the sir came from, but it feels appropriate.

He turns to face you with an unreadable smile. "Uh-huh?"

"I n-oooh-need to get back to work soo-ooon!" You reach the point of no return while you're speaking…and then he stops, snatching his fingers from your sopping twat and leaving you empty and unsatisfied.

"Off you go then." He wipes his fingers on your left tit and turns back to his companion.

Shocked by his abruptness and still breathless from your near orgasm, it takes you a moment to recover, then you collect your things, embarrassed by the show you put on.

"Unless you meant I should finish you quickly," the lad says just as you stand up. Your blush is enough to tell him he's right and his self-satisfied grin lets you know that he knows. He slips his fingers back between your legs, but this time rubs your clitoris with rapid circular movements. Your knees collapse straight away and soon you're bucking against him, but just when you're about to cum, he pulls away again.

"You're not going to be late, are you?"

"No!" (You are.) "Please…"

He enters you again, expertly finding your g-spot and your eyes roll back in your head. Smooth movements bring you closer to the peak until your thighs start to quiver with your impending orgasm, then his fingers retreat once more.

"No, please," you beg, almost in tears of frustration.

"You want to cum, don't you?"

"Yes, please, I'll do anything!" You feel safe making that offer, since your rule makes it compulsory anyway, if he does give you an orgasm.

"Of course she does," the lad's companion speaks for the first time. "You know all Asian sluts are gagging for it."

You wonder whether that's a common misconception now, due to the rules you've written. Then you wonder whether it's not a misconception at all, but is actually true that the rules have made all Asian women crave the humiliation of being **** to climax by strangers and then return the favour. For some reason, that thought turns you on even more and you're soon on the brink for the fourth time in as many minutes.

"Give me and my friend blowjobs," the youth demands, teasing you with maddening touches too light to send you over the edge. Technically, you're only supposed to have to pleasure him, but one blowjob or two doesn't really matter to you around about now, so you nod your agreement. Instead of redoubling his efforts, though, he stops altogether.

"Go on then." He parts his thighs to give you access and you realize he meant giving them their blowjobs first. That's not in the rules and then it occurs to you that if he makes you cum after you suck him and his friend off, will that mean you owe him another orgasm? You're pretty sure you will and that's been his plan all along, but it feels too late to back out now. Besides, the thought is making you too aroused to object.

You sink to your knees and open his fly to reveal an almost-erect penis that's about a handful and a half. Thankfully, it's pretty clean and you're so horny that you apply your mouth to the head and your palm to the shaft without hesitation. He presses the toe of his shoe against your crotch and you shamelessly grind against him, whilst moaning around his dick. His hand rests on the back of your head, pushing down gently but firmly. You worry a little, because although you've never had any complaints about your technique (from men or women), deep throating in not your best skill. However, you manage to swallow his tip effortlessly and without gagging. It seems the rules you created have given you a bit more experience in this department.

You're obviously going to be very late to work, but it's still a matter of pride that you get him off, filling your gullet with rope after rope of thick, salty spunk, almost as quickly as he was able to edge you. Obviously you weren't the only one excited by the situation.

Driven by arousal and humiliation, you can't resist licking his shoe clean of your juices before reaching for his friend's package, but to your surprise, he bats you away.

"Sorry, I'm not into girls," he explains.

You stare open mouthed at the two mates and the one who's been feeling you up bursts into laughter.

"The look on your face! That's the problem with making a deal when you're horny: you don't always remember to check the details." He laughs again. "You'd better get off to work before you lose your job, but I hope I'll see you here again. Maybe I'll even let you cum next time."

The realization sets in that you've been tricked. You can't complete your part of the bargain, so you're not going to get to cum after all. The worst part is that you're so turned on right now that you're finding it hot to be taken advantage of like this. At least the other Asian women seem to have left without witnessing your idiocy.

Collecting your things for the second time, you settle up and leave, a waiter slapping you on the bum as you go. It turns out he's not the last, as your journey back to the office is punctuated by a smack from a stranger every few paces. By the time the building is in sight, your rump is red and throbbing, your sex is gushing and your nipples are stiff and aching so much you wish anyone would finger you to orgasm in the street, no matter what they might demand in return.

You've already made up your mind to use the Rulebook to solve your lateness problem, but while you're at it, maybe you ought to address your **** horniness problem as well.