Joy's day ends with a bang and dinner with Bradley

All the guys take another turn. Each goes quickly and unloads in my mouth or throat without much fanfare. After ten solid minutes of the toy remaining on, I join them in my own loud orgasm. I might have found the edge of my potential for pleasure though as I’m not able to repeat the orgasm for the rest of the guy’s use of me. None pull out early so I’m allowed to swallow load after load after load. By the time Montana brings up the rear and cums straight down my throat to my belly, I think back to the day and realize, not counting the previous night with Bradley and Sterling, I’ve swallowed twenty-six orgasms worth of cum. Besides the egg I ate this morning, it’s the only thing that I’ve consumed. I hate saying it, but if I’m fully honest, I’m full.

Once they’ve all finished, I see the guys waiting around as Montana releases me from the cuffs, head band, mobile knee pads, and finally ring gag. My body is stiff and achy, and I start working my jaw as it’s natural position right now is to stay hanging open. I’m not sure what the guys are standing around for but Jerrod steps forward and escorts me to a bathroom where I can clean up. I have to fully scrub my face as my makeup is ruined and even have to brush out and restyle my hair. By the time I have new cosmetics on and my hair is properly styled, the library has been officially closed for almost a half hour. Yet when I walk back to the desk, everybody is still there.

After starting my day with a rough lesson of deep throating I’ve been bound and orally fucked for hours while teased relentlessly and only allowed a single orgasm in the shower this morning and a single orgasm at the end of this shift. I’m not in any mood to placate the guys, all of whom I’ve sucked off twice now. Finally, when no one steps up and tells me what’s going on, I look at Montana and ask “Why is everybody waiting around?”

He smiles as if this were an expected response. “The fellas and I talked, and we realized that while you were obviously enjoying your time under the desk, you only orgasmed once. There at the end. So, the guys… well, me and the guys… we wanted to offer you the chance for more. If you’d like, we could all have more traditional sex, maybe even two at a time, so that you could get more orgasms in.”

I almost yell at them, letting them know that I’d rather never see any of them again, but instead I take a deep breath and remind myself that they’re just being generous in the way that this society says for them to be generous. Shaking my head I still can’t muster my voice to be happy and instead just say quietly “No, that’s not necessary. I just want to finish up and get home.”

Montana nods, doesn’t seem upset by my decision, and tells the guys to head out on. Each of them stop and spend a moment with me. A hug, a kiss, a quick grope… they all say goodbye in their own way, all of them making me feel more used than the last. When it’s finally just Montana and me left, he takes me in back to get my badges made. A quick photo that turns out looking nice… thank God they let me clean up my face and hair… and Montana’s narration as he adds all the security measures to it, and we’re done. When I see the photo on the badge, I see the smudge front and center on my sweater and groan internally. My hair and face may look fine, but my sweater still has its large drool and cum stain on it. Only a little bit ends up in the cropped photo, but it’s going to serve as a reminder of the day now.

While I might ask for an updated photo later, I just don’t have the energy to do even that simple task again and instead say it looks fine. Montana draws his arm around my waist and walks me up front where I see a vehicle is already waiting. When we get to the vehicle, Montan opens the door for me but kisses me deeply and passionately before guiding me into the back seat. Once he closes the door, he taps the roof twice and the driver takes off.

I assume that the driver knows where he’s taking me and just lean back, closing my eyes. It’s only when I hear the partition coming up and the driver say, “Just like last time miss, sit back, relax, and take advantage of everything we have to offer!” do I remember the ride from yesterday.

My eyes fly open, and I lean forward, urgently saying, “No wait! I don’t want anything special, just a ride….”

My voice fades off as the partition clicks into place and goes dark. Soon thereafter the other windows grow opaque, the soundtrack of sex starts up, and the arm rest lowers displaying all of the sex toys. I push back into the seat and close my eyes for a moment trying to block everything out. But when I feel myself growing moist again and my nipples getting hard and know that I’m going to have another slow trip home full of arousal and need, I just let go and have what I can only call a tantrum. I snap my head back into the head rest while punching the seat to either side of me and voicing my frustrations at full volume. I scream and kick like a child that was denied ice cream and **** to take a nap.

By the time I get home I’m once again a wrung-out mess. My legs are trembling, and I’m so turned on that I’m practically panting. Bradley greets me at the door and welcomes me in with a sensual kiss. When I feel his hand on my shoulder and recall what Sterling said the previous day, that I should greet my man after a day’s work with oral service, I smile up at him try to get two or even three birds with one stone. “Bradley, I had a really tough day at work. I’m a mess and I really need a shower before dinner. Why don’t you come up and shower with me?”

I tap at my crusty sweater, sure that he’ll understand what would make such a mess. I then smile in what I hope is an innocent manner and intertwine my fingers with his. I hope that this goes smoothly and isn’t taken as an offense or worse, lead to a spanking. Even just a couple days ago I’d be actively fighting against the sex act, but I know with how my body feels I could use some sex. But I want to shower almost as bad.

Bradley rolls his eyes and acts as if he’s indulging a spoiled child as he gives my hand a squeeze and my rear a playful, but still hard, spank. Turning, he starts guiding me to the bathroom mumbling “I can’t refuse my girl anything…”

As soon as we’re under the water I kneel down and take Bradley into my mouth. I don’t know all of the psychological or psychiatric reasoning, but I know that even this act of sex will take some of the edge off my need. I also take advantage of the opportunity and show Bradley that I’ve gotten better at taking him into my throat by doing so repeatedly. My hope and goal though is that this will be a repeat of this morning with me pleasing Bradley this way followed by him going down on me. This sex act might reduce my sexual need, but an orgasm would erase it, at least temporarily, off the board.

Bradley enjoys my work, grunting and pushing forward appreciatively when he sees what my throat is capable of. He thankfully doesn’t seem to be taking any effort in lasting longer and instead lets me use my skills to get him off relatively quickly. After I’ve swallowed down his load of cum, further suppressing my desire for dinner, Bradley pulls me up to my feet and gives me a long kiss as his hands wander over my body. When he takes the liquid body soap and sponge and starts washing me, I feel the first bit of worry. Cleaning normally comes after the acts that get us dirty and lord knows I sweat when he makes me orgasm.

The worry turns into fear and finally into a cold frustration as he finishes cleaning me and lets me clean him. Once we’re both rinsed, he turns off the water and we step out of the shower to dry each other off.

Dry, I let Bradley slip back into his clothes as I move into the bedroom and get myself ready for tonight. After sliding my learning aide back into place Eileen helps me pick out another Holly Homemaker dress, lingerie, stockings, heels, hairstyle, and makeup. Once ready, I step into the living room and see Bradley with some work-related papers laid out in front of him.

I allow myself to fall into the rhythm that’s clearly been set up for me. Make Bradley a drink, start dinner, adjust dinner as Kylan will again be joining us, make a before-dinner snack, start on dessert, serve dinner, serve dessert, and finally serve after dinner drinks. I clean throughout the process as is becoming ingrained into my habits. The only differentiating fact tonight is my own dinner. I’m still embarrassingly full of all the cum I’ve ingested through the day and don’t bother eating anything other than a bite of the powder sugared chiffon cake Eileen helped me make.

Once Kylan excuses himself back home I settle onto the couch with Bradley, lying down and resting my head on his lap. While it’s not exactly the most comfortable position I’ve been in and is certainly not helping me maintain my self-identity of masculinity, this is one of the rare times since getting this house that I’ve been allowed to simply relax, and I take advantage of it. Bradley continues with his work, shuffling through papers and making notes, while simultaneously running his hand through my hair, gently caressing parts of my body, or resting his hand on my cheek and sliding his thumb in and out of my mouth.

The blow job in the shower took the edge off my neediness and the workout of making dinner for ‘my guys’ helped suppress my arousal, but lying here lost in my own thoughts as I’m petted and played with brings it all back to the foreground. Finally, when I realize I’m actually waiting for Bradley to initiate sex as he’s done every night he’s been here, I decide there isn’t anything preventing me from taking the lead role. Rolling onto my back I rest my head on Bradley’s thigh and smile up at him. Taking his hand in mine I put on my innocent tone and ask in-between kisses to his palm, “Bradley? Do you…” kiss “…think you could…” kiss “…take me to bed and…” kiss “…treat me like you did the other night?” kiss “When it was all about getting me off…” kiss “…again and again? Having you around has…” kiss “…left me particularly in the mood!”

Bradley doesn’t respond with words. Instead, he leans forward, kisses me, then picks me up and pulls me over his shoulder. He slowly pulls my clothes off on the way to the bedroom leaving a trail of dress, panties, bra, and heels before tossing me onto the bed. After his shirt is pulled up and over his head, he kneels next to the bed, pulls my legs to either side of his face, and buries himself in my pussy.

I’d love to say that I got the gratification I needed and then stopped Bradley from doing any more, but I allow myself to be drawn in and let him lick, fuck, and suck me for well over an hour, giving me a dozen or so orgasms. In the dark of the night when Bradley lies down and pulls me in close, resting my head in the crook of his arm, I turn and place a last kiss on his sweat moistened skin and murmur “Thank you.”

Bradley responds with his own soft kiss to my forehead and answers “My pleasure Joy. I wish this weekend could go on forever!”

The days are starting to blend in with one another. When I wake up in bed alone, seeing Sterling back on his charging plate and hearing Bradley in the shower, I stretch, go to the bathroom, and take care of my morning business. This time I don’t wait for Bradley to pull me into the shower and choose to pull the curtain open and step in with him on my own.

We repeat yesterday’s pleasing tasks of licking each other to orgasm before cleaning up and drying off. I make myself pretty for work, a pleated black skirt short enough to show off my garter belts, a white button-front collared blouse that’s tight enough to not allow the top four buttons to attach, white stockings with a black seam in back, and black patent leather stiletto heels. I smirk realizing the only color I have on besides black and white are the red soles of my shoes.

Heading downstairs I hum to myself as I keep up with Eileen’s breakfast instructions and even vary them, remembering that Bradley really liked the peach jam for his biscuits as opposed to gravy. After Bradley is finished eating, I’ve had my own bit of fruit, and the kitchen is clean, Bradley turns his chair, pulls his pants down, and opens the morning paper.

After I carefully kneel down, making sure to not get a run in my stockings and making sure to keep the seams as straight as possible, I take Bradley’s manhood and start my second blowjob of the day. I take a little extra effort in going deep on Bradley. It may only be a minor hope, but I still try to show that we can skip todays intimate lesson. Bradley seems appreciative and follows Montana’s technique of cumming straight into my throat and belly.

Once I’ve licked him clean and put his underwear and pants back in order though, Bradley helps me up and takes me right into the living room toward the dildo and mirror. He does make a couple changes, exchanging the dildo out for one that’s not only longer but has a patch of pubic hair above it, and fiddling with the ruler-like counter. When I’m down to my heels, stockings, garter belt, and panties and Bradley has my wrists cuffed behind me and the collar around my neck, he lets me know that I’m showing promise so he’s given me new goals to work toward. I’m either going to have to hold each deep throat an inch in my throat for a full ten seconds, or I’m going to have to go deeper and brush the pubic hair with my nose. The former will be stretching my limits of time with a cock in my throat while the latter means taking a cock deeper in my throat than I’ve previously done.

I don’t even bother with complaint, knowing that it will only sour the good mood of the morning and instead ready myself for the workout. As soon as Bradley has the spring attached to my collar and I’m being pulled in deep, I get to work. I find that I can do both tasks, taking the dildo shallow and holding it for an extended period or taking the dildo deep enough to brush my nose on the fake hair, but I’m unable to do either with any consistency. I end up going from one task to the other. Going deep and holding it momentarily then going shallower but holding it longer. Deep and momentary, shallow and longer. Rince and repeat.

My internal reactions are similar to my previous lessons. The biggest difference is that I don’t allow myself to get as angry as before, realizing that while I’m being **** to get talented at a task that I have no desire to know, being angry about it serves no purpose other than ruining my day. This task WILL be done, and I can do it with or without anger. I chose without.

I only wish I could choose to do it without the arousal. Not being angry at Bradley, Sterling, and the world in general doesn’t prevent me from getting aroused all over, watching my own sexy face being drawn up and down a realistic looking cock over one hundred times.

I don’t focus on the counter’s stated number until I see Bradley coming in and hear it call off “One Hundred Four” before he halts my action and unhooks me from the lesson. Bradley was obviously closer and doesn’t look like he’d been working outside at all. In fact, he’s dressed and ready for work as he helps me to my feet and gives me a congratulatory kiss before putting my clothes in my arms and tells me to get ready for my own job.

In the bedroom I quickly get dressed and fix my makeup before meeting Bradley back in the living room. He puts his hand around my shoulders and immediately starts walking us to the door. Remembering how I felt yesterday, and how that same arousal is coursing through my body, I prepare to debase myself as I rub a hand on Bradley’s pants and ask, “Would you mind if I orally served you before work?”

Bradley’s answer surprises me. He looks sheepish as he pulls my hand away from his crotch and turns to face me. “I’m sorry Joy, but I’m late for work. If I were leaving you alone, I’d certainly help but as you’re going to work and there will be men there to help you, I have to turn you down. Let’s get you to work so I don’t increase the trouble I’m already in.”

As Bradley drives me into town, I think about it and realize that Bradley normally left early in the morning when he had to work. He’d stayed late today just to spend more time with me. I’m not sure which surprises me more. The fact that Bradley is sacrificing his job performance to spend more time with me, the fact that he’s willing to put time toward my lesson as opposed to having sex with me directly, or the fact that I’m disappointed I didn’t get to at least give him another blowjob this morning.