Hands off bitch.

Though there is no doubt Ashley is very hot, yet you are not thrilled at being the x-rated entertainment for all her gym friends. “I will take care of this myself.” You answer in a defiant tone, trying to have some dignity.

Surprised, Ashley says, “Fine, have it your way,” and sits back down on the couch.

“Well?” Ashley asks impatiently.

Rolling your eyes, but keeping your word, you grab your penis and being too slowly stroke it.

Her eyes gleam with satisfaction at your compromised situation. “That’s it little man, put on a good show for my friends.”

You vainly hope that you will have the willpower to control yourself and deny Ashley the outcome she desires. Your sexual stamina has always been quite strong in the past. Tonight, however, your body betrays you.

It has only been a few minutes and you feel that primal rush begin. You grunt disapprovingly and try to pace yourself.

“Faster,” Ashley commands.

You comply and quicken your hand’s back and forth sliding over your manhood. Closing your eyes you try to center yourself using your willpower to accomplish the opposite goaled your hand is working on. In your mind’s eye, however, all you can see is that arrogant smirk and that killer body.

“Harder.” You hear.

Clamping down tight with your hand, you begin to **** yourself with strong pulls. You give out faint grunts and realize will be no way of avoiding a shameful outcome. Your only hope now for any semblance of honor is to see how long you can last to prove you stamina.

“Use both hands.”

Grabbing your penis like a baseball bat you yank as hard as you can. Your left hand hitting against your groin makes a rhythmic slapping sound as you loudly moan, all to Ashley’s great amusement.

“Getting close are we?” Ashley taunts, “That didn’t take long.”

“I am going to need some paper towel,” you ask, knowing there is only one possible outcome now.

“Pfft.” Ashley snickers, “I don’t think so.”

“Aaaahhhh!” You yell out as a powerful orgasm rips through your body. As you continue to pump away on your defeated penis, jets of your cum spray forth all over the floor and your hand. A few squirts even hit the bottom of Ashley’s pants.

Unfazed, she grins as she gazes at her triumphant. “That was quite a show. The quality of stamina was lacking, but there certainly was quantity of out cum.” She laughs. “Your video will be the hit of the bachelorette party.”

Panting for air, you bend over and grab hold of your thighs, trying you to catch your breath. “Fuck”, you swear, realizing that the most intense orgasm of your life is now not having sex with an ex-girlfriend, but being **** to masturbate in front of Ms. Ashley Caryn.

Clap, clap, clap. “Ashley sarcastically applauds. “You can have a few minutes to recover, than we need to move on to your next task.”