Doctor's Orders - A wife has to deep throat her husband.

Sometimes I have a stupid idea and I just start writing. This one came to me one night, and I wrote it quickly, not knowing where it was leading. It really is just the start of a story, there should be several more chapters....I just can't figure out what they are. So be warned, this one doesn't have any emotional resolution yet, it's really just the first sexy encounter for a fun situation. I'm sure I'll eventually work out the rest and make it a proper book. Till then though, enjoy...


Doctor's Orders

Sandra was a hard working, independent woman who spent most of the decade of her twenties building up an successful company. Being hardworking and driven paid off, so by the time she was thirty, the business was making enough money that she could hire enough staff that she no longer needed to work 12-14 hour days, 6-7 days a week. So when she told her husband Kevin that she was backing off from a work a bit to have more leisure time, he was all for it. But ten years of working till exhaustion had and unexpected side effect. She suddenly developed a snoring problem.

It was bad. Really bad, to the point that it was affecting both Sandra and Kevin's ability to get a good night sleep. She'd sleep through the night, but wasn't rested in the morning, while he would be woken up and then couldn't fall back asleep. More than once, he would wake up and marvel that a woman that small could make noises that loud and then he'd toss and turn the rest of the night. Even when the snoring stopped, he couldn't fall back asleep.

As time passed it became more and more serious, as he was having issues functioning at work. Sandra wasn't much for doctors or "western" medicine and it's prescription heavy answers to everything, but she also wasn't one to ignore issues. She didn't act that way at work, and she didn't act like that at home. True to her nature, she were all out and started trying every home remedy they could find to curb her snoring. Sandra wore nasal strips, tried not eating close to bedtime, avoided sleeping on her back. Pretty much any potential solution either of them read about, she tried. So by the time Kevin finally insisted she see a doctor, she agreed and when the doctor made an unusual suggestion, she was open to trying it.

"There are a couple of medications I could suggest, but honestly I try to avoid prescribing anything unless there is no other option." The doctor told them both.

"I'm so happy to hear you say that" The petite brunette replied.

"If medication solves the problem, maybe we should try it." Kevin tried to suggest, though clearly Sandra disagreed.

"If we have to, we will but I'd prefer a more natural approach if possible." she told him.

"Well, I've heard a lot of anecdotal evidence the last couple of years about throat stretching being very effective, there's no hard science in it yet but I think it might be an option for you both."

"That sounds painful, doc. I'm not going to have my wife hurt herself just so I can sleep" Kevin told him.

"It sounds much worse than it actually is." the doctor reassured him. "Snoring is just air passing through a tight space, and causing a noise. Obviously there is more to it then that, but the idea is that by increasing the circumference of the inside of the throat, even just by a fraction, the air has exponentially more space and therefore isn't as confined or as likely to cause snoring."

"How would I stretch my throat? Would I sleep with some sort of a brace?" she asked the doctor.

"No, no. Its nothing external, it just a matter of making your throat open up a bit more."

"But how do I do that?" she asked.

"Well, keep in mind this is anecdotal... but when I said it was an option for you both, I meant it. It'll take both of you to make this work and even then it could take weeks, if it works at all."

"Doctor, I'll do anything at this point." Kevin confessed.

"You're the specialist, if there is one thing I've learned is the key to success, it's to listen to the experts. It's that simple, swear to god." She put a hand to her ample chest in a mock oath.

"Well whenever the snoring happens, Kevin would wake you and, um, insert something into your throat for a few minutes."

"Like a tube?" she asked unsure.

"Like his penis." the doctor said matter of factly.

"His penis?!" she was shocked, but the doctor continued before she could say anything else.

"I know how this sounds, but it makes a lot of sense if you think about it. There is no danger of it going too far as it is attached at one end, it'll stretch out your throat just a little, which is what you want and... well, to be blunt, its not a concept that is foreign to most couples."

She sat there unsure of how to respond.

"Um, how would this work, exactly" Kevin asked, awkwardly.

"Just like I said. If she wakes you with her snoring, you wake her up and insert your penis as far back as you can go, for as long as you can until..." the doctor looked at Sandra, checking to make sure she was following along. She was. She was blushing, but she understood.

"... well, let's just say ejaculation would coat the throat lining a bit at that point, which wouldn't hurt and in fact might even help a bit."

"oh my goodness!" Sandra managed. "Doc this, this is a bit to take in"

"I know this is a bit unorthodox. Regardless, there is nothing else for me to do now. Just honestly think about it, as it's a much more nature solution. If you give it the old college try, and it doesn't change anything in, oh say 6 weeks, come back and we'll try a prescription after all"

6 WEEKS! Kevin thought. Did the doctor just prescribe 6 weeks of blow jobs? Not just blow jobs, but deep throat blow jobs? HOLY SHIT. Their sex life, even at it's most intense didn't ever include 6 weeks of deep throat blow jobs. In fact, Kevin couldn't recall ever trying to deep throat with his wife. Hell, it had been bit since his last "standard" blow job.

"Honey, what did you think" he asked carefully as they headed back to their car.

"I dunno, it's weird" she said "...but I guess it kinda makes sense." She replied.

Kevin kept his responses to hums and nods, not wanting to show his wife how excited was at the thought of 6 weeks of her sucking his cock nightly.

"It's a lot of work for me in the middle of the night... but if it solves the issue..." she continued.

Kevin continued to nod slightly in non committal agreement.

"And it's not like I have never... y'know... in my mouth...but down my throat?... and to go from a sleeping state to full on... but I am the cause of the issue after all..."

Kevin liked where where this seemed to be going, so kept his mouth shut. (In hopes that he wife wouldn't, as it were)

"It's such an odd thing to consider... but he is an expert..."

She got very quite for a few minutes. Then she turned to Kevin

"Honey, I think, um"

"Yes dear?" kevin asked.

"I...I think we should try it." she admitted.

"Okay...um, just because it is a bit weird, just to make sure we're both on the same page, what exactly do you want to try" he asked.

"I...um, whenever I wake you with my snoring, wake me up and, um, y'know...insert your...penis into mouth."

Kevin drove the rest of the way home with a throbbing erection.

Kevin's cock was still rock hard as they entered their apartment. They hadn't said much the rest of the way home. As she took off her coat, Sandra asked. "Honey?"

"Yes dear" he responded.

"I... about what the doctor said " Sandra's cheeks were flushed, she was embarrassed.

"Honey, if you've...um changed your mind" Kevin almost hated himself as he said those words. He would kick himself forever he accidentally talked her out of this, but the last thing Kevin ever wanted to do was pressure his wife into doing something she didn't want to do.

"No, not that. It's just...I thought..." Sandra struggled to say what she was thinking. "I don't think I've ever... tried to get you down all the way before. Maybe... maybe I should practise? I mean, I don't want to be sleepy and out of it on my first attempt. Is that okay?" she asked innocently.

Kevin could hardly believe it. Sandra, his wife for 10 years, the woman who never looked the least bit lost, was sounding so hesitant, so unlike herself. And on top of that she was asking HIM if she could deep throat his cock, as if she was the one asking for the favour. He was in awe of the situation.

"Sure..honey, we can try that." he said as he walked over to their couch. "Should I sit?"

Sandra looked at Kevin for a second as she thought that this was both weird and more than a little exciting. As a couple, they never talked about sex much. Planning the act out wasn't something they did, she just kinda always took control and silently directed him. This was new to her. To both of them.

"I guess so... no, wait. In bed it'll likely be me on my back, with you on top of me, so we should practice that. That okay?"

"Sure, you want to lie on the couch?!" he asked.

"Yeah, okay. That makes sense."

Sandra laid down in the couch, her head propped up against the arm. She looked up him, her eyes wide and innocent. "Okay. I'm ready."

Kevin stripped off his clothes. She lifted her arm out to him, taking his hand and guiding him to stand beside her head.

She looked up at his hard cock and whispered "Honey. I don't know if I can get it in all the way."

"That's okay." he reassured her.

"The doctor said you have to stick it in as far as it will go. Take it slow, but promise me you'll do that. Okay"

"Okay" he promised.

Kevin stepped onto the couch, so he was kneeling, straddling her. She reached up, and started to stroke him. He let out an audible groan at her touch. He had been excited for nearly an hour at this point.

"Ready?" He asked. She took a moment to roughly measure his length.

"I can do this." she whispered to herself.

Kevin leaned forward, and she opened her mouth to accept him.

Her mouth was hot and wet, and she quickly began bobbing her head up and down his shaft. She wrapped a hand around his dick and pumped and twisted as she sucked. Kevin was in heaven, his wife was sucking his cock with a newfound enthusiasm, but after 30 seconds or so he stopped her.

"Sandra...Sandra." he told her. She stopped moving, and with his dick still in her mouth she looked up at him.

"mmphh?" she tried to ask.

"Honey, it feels great, but... the idea is to get in as deep as we can, not finish as fast as we can." he explained.

She slid her lips up his shaft and off him to respond "Sorry, that just how... that's what I normally do."

"I'm not complaining..." he told her. "...I love that you do that for me. Its just not what this time is about, right?"

She smiled at him, he was right of course but her natural instincts had kicked in and she had automatically taken over and reverted to her typical cock sucking technique.

"Right." she said. "Okay, let's try a bit. But not all the way, not yet honey."

He looked down at her, and mouthed the words I Love You. She mouthed them back then turned her eyes away from him, and straight towards the large cock in front of her. She slowly opened her mouth, as wide as she could make it. He slid his cock in, stopping where he suspected her gag reflex was going to get set off.

Kevin held his dick there for a moment, Sandra's mouth still as wide as was possible as she waited. He slid a bit further, still no reaction. He slid a bit more, and she began gagging. He pulled out immediately.

She wiped some tears from her eyes and said "Try again" then opened her mouth wide. Kevin slide his dick into the same point, and again she gagged, and he pulled out.

"Again" she said. For a third time he entered her mouth, and for a third time she gagged hard. He pulled out once more.

"Again!" she whispered.

"Honey. You don't..."

She cut him off mid sentence "If we're going to try this, then let's do it right. You're going to have to... to force it in a bit more."

He hesitantly slide his cock in once more, and when she began to gag he held it there. She instinctively tried to pull away, but the arm of the couch prevented her from moving back. He reached down and gently, but firmly held her head still. He pulled out just a bit, then thrust forward, going further then ever. She gagged slightly, but then her throat relaxed.

"Oh fuck honey, this feels amazing." he told her.

He began pumping his cock in and out of her mouth, never going as far as possible, but still beyond their norm.

Sloppy wet sounds emanated from her mouth as he continued to fuck her face.

"Oh god." he exclaimed. Then, without thinking added "Take it, take that fucking dick."

Sandra make a noise, that seemed to be in agreement, but given she couldn't talk with a cock in her throat, he pulled out to check.

"Honey?" he asked, as she drew deep breaths, and wiped the water from her eyes.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes... just... need a second to... catch my breath" she told him.

"The...talking is...I like it."

"You like it?" he was surprised.

"I...yeah, I really like that part." she told him, glancing down to her jeans. He glanced down confused, then realized she meant she was getting wet.

"Oh...maybe we'll have to take care of that, once we're done practising" he told her.

And then he leaned forward again.

"Open." he said sternly. She complied.

"Are you ready for this cock." he asked She nodded. Kevin being this bold was exciting and turning her on.

"Ask me for it." he told her.

"Can, can I have your cock in my throat?" she asked.

He answered by pushing his dick into her waiting mouth.

He held her head, and forced himself deep. She still wasn't swallowing him completely, but he wasn't complaining. A series of wet guk, guk, guk sounds came from Sandra as she repeatedly took in his dick, over and over as he fucked her throat.

"Take that dick. Take that dick." he told her.

"Aaaggghhh" was all that came out when she tried to answer.

"Get ready." he warned her.

Her eyes widened. She hadn't expected to swallow his cum, at least not on their first "session".

"mmmpphhh!" she tried to talk, but her mouth was full of his cock. She tried to pull away, but he held her head in place, unwilling to let go. Before she could think of something else to do he let out a loud grunt.

"FFUUUGGGGHHHHKKK!" and shot a load. She started to gag as half went down her throat, the other half into her mouth. Before she could even swallow, he fired again. Some of that went down her throat as well, but most of it ended up in her mouth. When he shot a third time, her mouth overflowed and cum ran down her cheeks.

He pulled out, and she began to sit up quickly when he spurted a fourth and final load, this one across her face by accident. It streaked across the bridge of her nose, and forehead. She looked up at him in utter shock.

"Shit. I'm sorry honey. I didn't mean to... y'know" he apologized.

"It's..it's okay." she told him. She wasn't happy about that part, but up until then it had been really hot.

"Sorry. Did you still want to...now?" he asked, motioning to her nether regions. She wasn't into it at all anymore.

"No. I just want to clean up." She said, as they both got up.

She went into the bathroom, and as she ran the water in the sink, she wondered how she had gone from total arousal to completely turned off.

As she wiped the cum from her forehead, she looked at it, feeling it between her fingers and thumb. It wasn't something she loved, but it wasn't that gross. Had him cumming on her killed the mood? He hadn't dared do that before, so maybe. But thinking about it now, she was starting to get excited again.

Her husband had just held her head and all but forced her to swallow his jizz. Her pussy began to tingle as she remembered trying to pull away and being unable to. She reached down into her panties and began to play with herself.

He made me swallow his cock and then his cum like some sort of slut, she thought. Her hand sped up, and she could feel an orgasm building.

Then he came on my face, she thought. On my face, like I was a whore.

She focused on that moment again. The visual of his cock being that close to her face and her seeing the sperm firing out, the physical feel of it hitting her forehead, the emotional disbelief she felt when she realized he had cum on her face.

On my fucking face, she thought. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and came on my fucking face.

And then she came, hard. it was one of the most intense orgasms of her life. She had to fight the urge to scream.

She collapsed onto the toilet, using it as a seat as she recovered. It Definitely wasn't the cum on the face that was the turn off. She would never admit it to Kevin, but that had actually been very exciting.

And that is when it hit her. She had gotten turned off when he apologized. When he had taken control, she had never been wetter.

This was something she had to consider more.

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That's it. Not pimping a book this post, cause there isn't more to the story at the moment.
That said, I've got a bunch for sale real cheap here:
PT Winters on Smashwords!

Smashwords Interview with Erotica author PT Winters

I'm working on 2 more stories, so I haven't written a proper blog posting for a bit, thought I'd at least share my smashwords interview in the meantime. 
(They have a bunch of questions for any author to answer, so this isn't like they called me up to chat, I just answered them a while back. You can see it here as well)

When did you first start writing?

I've been writing in various mediums since elementary school. First thing I recall writing was a choose your own adventure book in grade 4. Since then I've written online articles, short films and even a little for television.

I tried writing some erotica in university but didn't seriously sit down to write anything until 2014, I published a bunch of shorts on literotica, which lead to a paying gig, which made me decide to try this seriously in early 2016.

What is the greatest joy of writing for you?

The greatest joy of writing is the singular voice.
I like collaborating with others, but there is something satisfying about being solely responsible.
Whatever you like or don't like about my work is on me, and there is something about that I really like.

Describe your desk

My desk is a mess, business cards, bits of paper and random odds and ends all over the place. I try to keep it tidy, but fail.

That said, I do the bulk of my writing on my phone, using the desk for when I need to do my editing or publishing tasks

What do your fans mean to you?

The fact that I have fans surprises me.

I've had a guy from France contact me several times, which was odd as I hadn't considered non English speakers liking my stuff.

I've also had a few ladies tell me my writing was exciting for them to read, and I had assumed my audience was all male.

That readers care enough to actually take time to read and even spend money on something I wrote is validating. Even better is when they give me feedback. I love hearing what they liked or didn't like, so I know which bits to work on with my next story.

So fans basically make me a better writer

How do you discover the ebooks you read?

Social media is a big part of how I find things to read. That said, random promotion doesn't work, its when someone I trust or am already entertained by recommends something that I take notice.

What inspires you to get out of bed each day?

On good days, it's entertaining people. Whether it's writing or one of my other projects, I love entertaining people. I'm not saving lives, but there is value in making people enjoy their lives more, and that's what I like to do.

On bad days, it's my wife. I like knowing that my work helps make her life easier (not that she needs me to take care of her)

Do you remember the first story you ever wrote?

The first story I remember was a choose your own adventure based on a movie I had seen. I took the characters on a brand new adventure and drew images on every page. That was in grade four and I don't think my drawing ability has improved at all since.

The first erotic story I wrote is called "A limo ride with Cindi" and it's still probably one of the strongest things I've ever written. I had a simple and somewhat original premise and the ending was clear in my mind when I started writing it.
It isn't my most popular story, but the response from people that have read it has been overwhelmingly positive.

What is your writing process?

Most of the time I have a situation in mind. As an erotic author, it's usually an unusual reason for people to have sex, and then I just start writing. I tend to find the character's voices as I write.

This process often means rewriting a lot of the first halves of stories (so characters are better defined from them moment they are introduced) but it works for me.

I also tend to have multiple stories on the go at any one time. If ideas aren't flowing for one, I can go back and edit another.

What do you read for pleasure?

I read a fair bit of erotica for pleasure (boy does that read dirtier than I intended) I read it for years and years before I tried to write it.

I also like general science fiction. At this point I tend to avoid the large franchises, and look for newer, more original stories.

What is your e-reading device of choice?

The kindle.
I was given one years ago, and it was shocked at how much I liked it.
Always thought I'd be a printed book person, but I do love my kindle!

What motivated you to become an indie author?

I wrote a bunch of stories and eventually decided to post them online to see what other people thought of them.
Literotica.com has been very kind to me, and I actually had some one hire me for an anthology based on a specific story. That made me realize I have enough ability to actually build an audience (which I am slowly doing.)

Incidentally, the story that got me the gig (The Lorian Paradox) is the hardest one I have to market. People who read it tend to love it, but getting people to read it is a challenge I haven't fully figured out yet.

Sexy Coeds Reluctantly Help Guys "Obtain Relief"

The setting of The Great 48 is one that I have revisited several times. It's a world very much like our own, just a little bit in the future when a law has been passed that requires men to orgasm at least once every 48 hours. The how and the whys are explained in story, and most of the stories I've written in this setting are completely independent of each other. 

Work Release is completely stand alone, as is the upcoming "The Reluctant Assistant". This one however is sort of a prequel to short Obtaining Relief (that I posted in it's entirety). Immediately after writing that short story, Class Trip poured out of me. It's so long that I had to split it in two parts.

Here are the first two chapters of Class Trip Part 1...

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The sexy co-ed Brenda was excited that her university professor Miss Ophelia had managed to arrange a week-long field trip to Clark station on what was nicknamed Asimov's Rock, high above the earth. Her shorts displayed her long, toned legs as the strawberry blonde climbed on board a compartment of Earth's first space elevator, along with Miss Ophelia and 20 fellow students.

Conceived decades before it was even designed, the space elevator took nearly a century before the technology needed to build it caught up to the concept. But technology wasn't the biggest obstacle to building a link from the earth to space. Or more specifically, an asteroid placed in geosynchronous orbit. Even once the technology existed, the political will to do it wasn't there until all of earth had enacted "The Great 48" into law.

"The Great 48" wasn't directly responsible of course, but it was at the root of it. In fact it was what allowed society to advance in most areas. A straightforward law, passed in one city, than another and another until country after country passed it, unable to deny the positive effect it had in virtually every aspect of modern society.

The idea was since men spent so much time and energy trying to get laid, if it was simply required by law, that another person give them an orgasm at least once every 48 hours, most of that energy could be put to better use.

Of course the detractors decried it as the end of monogamy and marriage, that the cost was too much, women would suffer and about a million other negatives. In the end, none of those proved true.

Marriages continued, monogamy persisted, (though the occasional handjob wasn't seen as a reason to end a relationship anymore.) The cost of building and hiring people for relief stations was soon offset by the taxes brought in by all the creative businesses blossoming. It forced no women (or men) into jobs they didn't want.

The result was, across the board, once men didn't have to work so hard to get someone else to provide "relief" for them, everything got better.

Eventually the time and resources required, were allocated and the space elevator got built. Despite the scale or it, it was a fairly simple machine. Thousands of compartments on a vertical conveyor belt called a ribbon, stretching from earth to the edge of space.

The project opened up the stars to the human race.

The ride up the elevator was twenty hours, though another 2 was assumed at either end for loading and unloading. Each compartment held up to 22 people, but also had massive storage compartments, for bringing equipment up and minerals down.

As she found a seat, Brenda looked around at her classmates. She was one of only three female students in her year, they were vastly outnumbered by the men, though she took great comfort knowing that the women were the top students, in a class taught by a brilliant, beautiful woman.

Beside Brenda sat her youngest classmate, an 19-year-old named Dawn, whose ample bust was straining her white dress shirt. They were at one end of the seating area, a cramped series of chairs grouped in pairs or threes. The two compared notes about what they were hoping to accomplish while at Clarke station.

Miss Ophelia, the 35-year-old professor sat with the other female student, Kim. They weren't chatting so much as reading to themselves. The various guys in the class were doing everything from working out the velocity of the compartment relative to the Earth, to watching classic holo-vids.

It was a long trip, in a relatively small space but they were independent enough to keep themselves busy.

At about the halfway mark there was the first hint of trouble. The speed of their compartment dropped suddenly. Enough that it threw Kenneth and Sean, who had stood talking, to the floor.

"Everyone okay?" Miss Ophelia asked, as everyone scrambled to buckle in.

No one was seriously hurt, and Miss Ophelia was able to quickly get a hold of someone for an update.

"Looks like there has been a technical issue with another compartment." Miss Ophelia told her students.

"What does that mean?" Charles asked, the panic in his voice clear.

"You can relax Charles, we are all perfectly safe. It means that the compartment at the top of the elevator ribbon has lost power and they can not unload it. They have to slow all the compartments travelling up until they sort it out." She explained.

"How long will that be?" Sam, a tall athletic student asked.

"They don't know." She admitted, which elicited a series of groans from the group.

"If it is more than a few hours, they may have to stop us altogether." She told them, which caused an even louder series of groaning.

"Come on now. I expect better than this. You are all adults, don't be acting like a group of unruly children." She scolded

"Are we in any danger?" Charles asked.

"Of course not ." Kim responded.

"How do you know?" Charles pressed.

"Because I watched the safety video like we were supposed to, idiot." Kim fired back. "It's impossible for the compartment to go down on this side of the ribbon. The worst that could happen is we stop moving upwards"

"What about food or water?" asked Frank.

"Didn't anybody else watch the safety video?" Kim asked, unimpressed with her classmates.

"I did." Edward announced. "There is over a week's worth of food and two weeks of water in the first part of the storage section." He pointed to a large, sealed sliding door.

"That's right." Miss Ophelia agreed. "None of which we'll even need to worry about for another 20 hours, if we need to worry about it at all."

The discussion continued for a while after that, several students coming up with various plans on how to deal with the situation. They discussed everything from rationing their supplies to calling the authorities. When Larry proposed opening the outer hatch to send out a signal, Miss Ophelia ended all discussion by insisting everyone re-watch the safety video which explained, among other things, how Larry's suggestion was not only stupid but also impossible.

20 hours later however, Sam and Ed we're opening the sealed area holding the food and water.

Ten hours after that, the comments began. It started off innocently enough, Ferris saw Miss Ophelia bending over to unpack a crate, her tight skirt hugging her ass, and leaned over to Sam to say "A couple more hours and I'm gonna ask her to give me a hand."

Brenda asked Ferris what he was talking about, but he refused to explain.

Later Kim caught Larry numbering the girls.

"Third huh?" Kim asked "And what I am third in line for, exactly?"

"Um, nothing." Larry tried to evade answering but it was clearly sexual.

Eventually, it occurred to every guy that they were approaching the tail end of their 48 hour limit, after which they would be required by law to orgasm. The women to men inequity of the room was also abysmally clear.

When the situation could no longer be ignored, Miss Ophelia did her best to subtly get the women away from the men to have a quick chat.

"Miss Ophelia, I heard Larry say I was his second choice again, but he won't explain what that means." Dawn said, naïvely.

"Seriously?" Kim asked her. "Are you really that oblivious?"

Dawn clearly didn't understand.

"Dawn, ladies, let's be frank here." Miss Ophelia began. "We're approaching the tail end of the great 48 for some of the guys, and I don't think we're going to reach Asimov's Rock any time soon."

"What does that mean?" Dawn asked, innocently.

"Are you daft?" Kim asked

"What it means..." Miss Ophelia patiently explained "is that the men are going to start coming due for their orgasms. And since they won't have access to the relief agents on Clarke station, we may need to... do our civic duty, as it were."

"Hell no." Kim objected.

"Civic duty? I'm confused." Dawn asked.

"Dawn, sweetie, we may need to help the guys." Brenda tried to explain, to no avail. "To Orgasm."

Dawn looked at her blankly.

"She wants us to jerk off the guys!" Kim spat out.

There was a murmur among the guys closest to where the girls were chatting. They had clearly just overheard Kim.

"Kim, please keep your voice low, let's try to resolve this between the four of us before we involve the 18 young, sexually frustrated men, shall we?" Miss Ophelia pointed out.

And with that, all four women surveyed the room. It didn't take a mathematics major to work out that there were more than four guys per woman.

"I couldn't. I just couldn't!" Dawn decided.

"Well someone has to." Brenda pointed out.

"You're our professor Miss Ophelia, can't you do it?" Dawn pleased.

"Dawn, are you suggesting I service 18 men myself? Would that really be a fair thing to expect from any woman here?" Miss Ophelia asked her.

"Maybe we get Dawn to whack all 18 off, she's the youngest and has the most energy." Kim suggested, taunting Dawn.

"Do we even need to?" Brenda asked. "I mean, it's not like the authorities aren't aware of the situation. Surely they would grant the guys an exception."

"Possibly. In fact, that might even be likely. But we don't have this law in our society because we need rules to follow. We have a system in place that makes the world a better place. I don't particularly want to do this either, but sometimes you have to consider the greater good. Do you understand?" Miss Ophelia asked.

"Society made it a law because it's important, it's not important because it's a law." Dawn said.

"Yes, exactly." Miss Ophelia nodded.

"But do we need to be the ones stimulating them? I mean, couldn't they just give each other handjobs?" Kim asked, turning to the guys just as Larry was punched by Sam, after taking a swat at Sam's testicles.

"Never mind." Kim withdrew her comments. "That was stupid enough to be one of Larry's suggestions."

The women all chuckled.

"So, how do we do this. There isn't a lot in the way of privacy. So do we take turns in the bathroom? And who helps which guy?" Brenda asked.

"Meh, if we're going to actually do this, I say we just go in order of who is overdue. Their relief journals will be time stamped." Kim suggested, reluctantly.

"I...I've never actually... helped a boy obtain relief before." Dawn admitted.

"Shit. You really are that innocent?" Kim was genuinely surprised.

"Dawn and I will... assist... the first guy, in the bathroom, where I can show her what needs to be done with a little bit of privacy." Miss Ophelia explained. "Kim, Brenda I'm afraid unless you can come up with something, you'll be a little more out in the open."

"I...I don't know if I can do that." Brenda was suddenly panicked. It was one thing to abstractly know what your duty was, it was another to actually stimulate several men's penises in front of other people!

"Relax, we'll figure something out. I'm not remotely interested in putting on a show for this group of losers." Kim assured her. "If I have to do this, it's going to be purely functional. As little jerking till they squirt as possible and then I'm done. "

"Um, speaking of losers, there is at least one guy I'd prefer not to have to... assist, as it were." Brenda admitted.

"Good point." Miss Ophelia noted. "Let me know if there is any guy you really don't want to, Um,assist..."

"Larry." All three students said simultaneously.

Miss Ophelia knew it before they had said his name. Despite being 19, Larry was an immature idiot. He was also a math whiz. "Fine, I'll be the one to help Larry obtain relief. But don't think I won't remember this betrayal at the end of the semester." She joked.

"Um, but there are 18 boys " Dawn pointed out. "...if Miss Ophelia teaches me what to do with the first, um, you know, and then we split the rest of the guys evenly, that leaves one extra, y'know."

"Penis. It leaves one extra penis." Kim said bluntly. "You're about to handle several of them, maybe you should try saying the word."

Dawn looked at Kim, angered by her lack of compassion, but Miss Ophelia cut them off, suggesting;

"Let's deal with that when we need to. Not all the guys are going to need relief immediately, maybe we'll be in Clarke station before the 48 hours is up on all of them."

It was somewhat optimistic to think that, but given it wasn't a pressing issue they all let it drop for the time being.

Miss Ophelia decided to give it another hour before taking any further action. If nothing else, it gave the girls 60 minutes to themselves to prepare. She was under no delusions about how odd a request she was making of her students, but as a professor she believed she was there to teach. Civics was as legitimate a subject as any hard science, and if life was giving her a chance to show that, she wasn't going to avoid a lesson just because it was a bit unpleasant.

An hour later the women gathered in front of the seating area.

"Gentlemen, may I have your attention please." Miss Ophelia announced to the room. "I have an announcement, and I expect you to all to react like the mature, rational adults I know you to be."

A general murmur began, as the guys realized their not so quiet speculation about "The Great 48"situation was about to end.

"Kim will be collecting all of your relief journals, so we can determine when you will be due for, um, a release. Since we're still stuck here, um, the female students have agreed to... That is, the other ladies and I will, uhh, be..." She could feel herself losing her sense of authority so she stopped and took a deep breath.

"The ladies and I will be assisting you to obtain relief before the time limit expires."

There was a stunned silence from the men. Comments and jokes aside, they general expectation had been they'd all take turns masturbating in the single bathroom.

"Please keep in mind that we are voluntarily performing this, um, service and that I expect you to treat the process and the woman you are dealing with the utmost respect. Both during and after your, umm, ejaculation. I will not tolerate any disrespect. If you can not conduct yourself accordingly, you will not obtain relief from any woman, and I will personally report you as being in non compliance with the law when we reach Clarke station."

"But I can't afford that kind of fine!" Larry shouted.

"Well then you had better comply then." Miss Ophelia retorted, causing the room to laugh.

Sam raised his hand and asked "Can I ask how this is going to work, exactly?"

"We're working out a system now, once Kim has collected all the relief journals, we'll decide the order by who is closest to the 48 hr time limit." Miss Ophelia answered. "And before you ask gentlemen, no you may not request who assists you."

Kim took all the journals and Brenda began helping her sort them into order quietly on the floor in front of the seating area, and beside the bathroom.

"It's weird actually reading these, huh?" Brenda said to Kim. "Like knowing Daniel had an orgasm at 4pm on Thursday and another at 2pm on Wednesday?"

"Yeah, I guess." Kim said

"I mean, I know they all get assistance, but seeing it laid out like this...it's odd."

"And I can see why crime dropped after this became normal...never mind the aggression levels dropping, we've got a history of where each guy has been every day or two for the last six months. At least." Kim observed. "Kevin clearly went to Spain last month, for instance."

Dawn approached the pair and nervously asked, "Who, which guy is due first?"

Kim pulled out a journal and held it up for Dawn to read the cover. It was Sean's. A nice, polite guy. Exactly the kind of nice guy that Dawn was hoping to start with, if she had to go through with this. She walked away feeling better.

"Wow, that couldn't have worked out better. He'll be a good one for her to start with." Brenda commented.

"I know." Kim agreed, flipping open the journal to show Brenda Sean was nowhere near the first guy in line.

"You big ole softie." Brenda said.

"Ahh, she's so naïve, I feel bad for her. Sean's a good guy. I...I blew him at a party in first year and he still treats me like an equal. Unlike a couple of guys I've gone down on." Kim admitted.

"You blew Sean?!" Brenda repeated.

"Shhh, let's not announce this to the entire room, okay?" Kim shushed her.

Miss Ophelia and Dawn wandered back over to Brenda and Kim.

"The guys have made a stall out of blankets and crates from the storage area, its not much but it's something. Between the bathroom and the storage area there are a couple of places that, well won't exactly be private, but are better than nothing." Miss Ophelia told them.

"Oh my god, is this really happening?" Dawn asked, the fear in her voice clear.

"It is, but it's going to be okay." Miss Ophelia said, though she was feeling the nervous energy coming off her students.

"Ladies, I know none of us wants to do this, but this is our duty and I'm very proud that you are all willing to fulfill that obligation." She said, as much to herself as to the others. "Remember, you are in charge, don't let the guys forget that, and most of all, respect yourselves."

They all nodded, silently.

"Okay, who is up first?" Miss Ophelia asked.

"Sean is with you and Dawn. Kenneth is due in 30 minutes and Eugene about the same." Kim informed them. "Richard, Ferris, Kevin and Rob are all due in about an hour or so, so grab one of them when you finish with your first guy, then the next ones aren't for another hour, so we won't need to rush through them all"

"I guess I'll take Kenneth then?" Brenda asked.

Kim nodded in agreement "Yeah, okay, Eugene isn't so bad to start with."

"Okay ladies, this is it." Miss Ophelia told them, as she lead them to the small opening in front of the seating area, between the bathroom and the guy's makeshift stall. "Gentlemen, I just want to thank you for your continued maturity. This is a bit awkward for all of us."

"Some more than others." Kim half whispered.

"Be that as it may, we will now begin assisting you obtain your, um, relief" It was about then that Miss Ophelia was starting to realize what she was doing. She had been, up till that point, focused on keeping the students calm or the girls motivated to do what needed to be done, but now, in a front of a room full of young men, she was grasping the reality of what was happening. She was about to masturbate several of her students to orgasm and everyone was going to know it.

This wasn't the assumed relations that went on between her and a boyfriend (when she had one). This wasn't even the passionate release of sexual tension (like the time she fucked a former student 30 minutes after his graduation)

This was just functional masturbation, to the point that it was almost clinical. And everyone, all 21 other people, would be very aware exactly who she had masturbated. And not just afterwards, but while she was doing it. Given the cramped quarters, they would probably even hear her doing it. It was, in a word, surreal.

She tried to shake away the feelings suddenly overwhelming her and managed to say, "Sean, if you would be so kind as to join me in the bathroom."

The room was silent as Sean stood up, walked to the bathroom and entered without looking back or saying a word. Miss Ophelia took Dawn by the hand, and followed him inside, shutting the door behind them.

The silence was eventually broken by Brenda. "Ken, um, Kenneth? If you would, um, join me in the, the storage area." She stammered before briskly entering the storage room without waiting for him to respond.

As Ken headed through the large open doorway, Kim bellowed. "Eugene, you're up with me."
Kim then held the blanket/curtain open until he entered the makeshift stall. She closed the curtains, knowing full well any sense of privacy was purely an illusion. The room wouldn't be able to see them, but they would certainly hear everything.

--

Miss Ophelia and Dawn Assist Sean


Inside the bathroom Sean had put the toilet seat down and was using it as a chair. The room was small, but with the sliding shower door in the open position there was enough room for all three of them. Miss Ophelia smiled at Dawn.

"Sean, if you could bear with us for a moment, Dawn here is a little, um, inexperienced in regards to how to, assist a, a man." Miss Ophelia cursed her stammering. She knew she needed to exude confidence so that Dawn would be more comfortable.

"Sure. Take all the time you need." Sean offered.

"Thank you. Now Dawn, the first thing is that you need to be comfortable. Physically you have to be relaxed enough, but mentally you have to feel good too." She instructed

"You mean, be self-assured, right?" Dawn asked.

"Yes. In a way. Take a look at yourself in the mirror. This is a functional task, but at the heart of it, it is a sexual one. So make sure you feel sexy."

Miss Ophelia took a moment to look at herself. She swept her long black hair over her shoulders, than twisted it above her head as if she was going to pin it up, only to decide to put into a pony tail.

"Now my hair is out-of-the-way but more importantly I've taken a moment to know what I look like, so I also feel prettier." She then adjusted her dress, pulling the hem up so she showed more leg and tightened her belt.

"See? I'm still fully dressed but I'm showing a bit more skin and I feel a lot more attractive."

Dawn turned to Sean. "Do you find Miss Ophelia attractive?" She asked.

"Of course." He agreed.

"That's sweet, but specifically what do you like. Pretend I'm not here and just tell Dawn." Miss Ophelia encouraged him.

"Um, I like that, that her hair is away from her face. She has a very pretty face." Sean admitted, awkwardly.

"What else?" Miss Ophelia asked.

"I like that you..." Sean began but Miss Ophelia pointed to Dawn, and mouthed I'm-not-here. He turned to Dawn and continued, "I like that she, she has nice legs so I'm glad I can see them."

"What about her breasts?" Dawn asked.

Miss Ophelia stood at attention, making her breasts more prominent while she rolled her eyes up, continuing to pretend she wasn't in the room.

"She has, I mean of course her breasts are really nice." Sean admitted.

"But my clothing isn't slutty, right?" Miss Ophelia asked, breaking the thin façade that she wasn't part of the conversation.

"No, not at all." Sean said.

Dawn turned to the mirror and checked her brown hair. It was a short, pixie cut so there wasn't much adjusting she could do. Her plaid skirt only hung to her mid thighs and she was uncomfortable pulling it any higher, she did pull up her black leggings so they extended up over her knee, leaving only a strip of skin showing between the legging and skirt. Her white blouse was already fairly tight around her ample bust.

"Excellent." Miss Ophelia told her. "That feels good to you? You're not dressed in a way that you don't like?"

"No, I like this. I mean, maybe I should loosen my top, so Sean can see my cleavage?" She asked.

"Don't worry about Sean at this point. Just make sure you feel good."

"Okay, I don't look slutty at all, do I?" She asked.

"No way!" Sean assured her. "You look amazing."

"Okay, great now let's begin. Remember, the goal is to simply stimulate him until he orgasms, which means he'll ejaculate." Miss Ophelia explained.

"I know about that. I've seen..." Dawn began, and then started to whisper. "I've seen porno-vids on the hub."

Miss Ophelia had to smile. "Dawn sweetie, you don't need to whisper. Sean can hear us, and given he's about to show us his penis, I don't think we have any reason for embarrassment in front of him."

"Sean, if you would be so kind." She continued.

Sean was nearly 21 years old, which meant he had shown his penis to relief agents every other day for nearly three years. Any embarrassment he had in doing so had long gone away, so he just casually pulled his cock out of his pants.

"He's already hard! I mean erect." Dawn said.

"Yes, I imagine the conversation we were having about breasts and slutty clothes caused that." Miss Ophelia explained.

"So, I should wear slutty clothes when I help a guy obtain relief?" Dawn asked.

"Only if you want to. One thing that is helpful to know is that, as visual as men are, just talking about things that turn them on is often enough to excite them." Miss Ophelia explained.

"Take Sean here for example, he knows that we are going to masturbate his penis using our hands, and only our hands. Isn't that right?" She asked him.

"Of course." He agreed. "Men are not to touch relief agents or expect anything other than manual stimulation."

"So he knows the only thing that is going to happen is he is going to get a handjob." Miss Ophelia continued. "But I'll bet he would enjoy hearing me talk about sucking his cock."

Both Dawn and Sean we shocked at Miss Ophelia's language. They had never heard her talk so filthy.

"I couldn't possibly suck the cock of one of my students, but there is nothing saying I can't tell him how much I would enjoy it." She reached out and took hold of his dick. "How the feel of his cock makes me want to put it in my pretty little mouth. How much l'd like him to shoot a load down the back of my throat."

Miss Ophelia had barely started stroking Sean and his cock was already dripping precum.

"See how excited he is, even though all I did was stroke him a bit?"

"But, but you said such filthy things!" Dawn exclaimed.

"But I didn't mean any of them." She defended herself.

"But, then what is the point?" Dawn asked.

"Sean, do you like it when I talk like that?" Miss Ophelia asked, his precum dripping on her hand as she gently stroked him.

"Absolutely." Sean answered "That was the hottest thing that I've ever heard."

"And there you go." The teacher said to her students. "Now, you don't need to say anything. It's completely up to you, whatever you are comfortable with. But given the unusual circumstances, and how many men we need assist today, I thought I'd show you an efficient way to get the job done."

Dawn smiled, her professor was quite the woman. So smart, so worldly and still so sexy.

"Now why don't you give it a go." Miss Ophelia told Dawn.

"Me?!" She questioned

"I find it helps if you infuse your dirty talk with a bit of truth. Men like my full lips, so I tend to talk about oral sex, but you can find whatever works for you."

Dawn was nervous, but having her professor there gave her the confidence she needed. She looked playfully at Sean. Miss Ophelia motioned for Dawn to take over stroking Sean's erect penis, like some sort of sexual relay race.

"I don't know if I could. Shouldn't I start out with a smaller penis? This one seems much too big for me to start with!" Dawn reached out and hesitantly touched Sean's penis. He smiled, enjoying the feeling of her small hand as it wrapped around his shaft.

"I've never touched a penis before." She told him, innocently. "Am I doing this right?" She asked even as she began stroking him, up and down.

"Yes." Sean told her.

"That's great Dawn, use your inexperience to your advantage."

"Sean, do you like it when I touch your...cock?" She asked, experimenting with a new word.

"Oh yes." He told her.

"What do you like. When I stroke it slow and gentle or would you prefer I do it faster?" Dawn spent up her motion as she asked, causing Sean to groan in enjoyment.

"Is faster better? Is that what will make you squirt? Or should I slow down and make sure I am doing it right?" She changed her pace again, simultaneously pleasing and frustrating him

Dawn was already doing an excellent job, impressing Miss Ophelia and eliminating any concerns she had about the 19-year-old being able to cope with the unusual situation they had been thrust into.

"What about two hands?" Miss Ophelia asked, reaching back out to fondle his testicles. As good a job as Dawn was doing, she knew most men found the idea of two women playing with their penis particularly hot, and she might as well take advantage of any opportunity to speed to process along, they each still had four more men to assist.

Her hand delighted Sean. He had, like most students, fantasized about Miss Ophelia. To have her not only jerking him off, but teaching the a pretty, naïve 19-year-old how to do the same was something straight out of a holo-porn. He moaned, as both women continued to stroke and fondle him.

"Miss Ophelia, how long will it take before he squirts?" Dawn asked.

"The depends. It varies from guy to guy and situation to situation, but the more excited he is, the faster it tends to happen." She told her student. "I bet Sean is close, with two sexy women playing with his cock."

"Would it be faster if you sucked his cock Miss Ophelia? If you licked his, his pole like you said earlier?" Dawn asked, trying out another word. As she did, she twisted her hand around the knob of Sean's cock.

"Oh yeah, I'm sure he would shoot a load quickly if I sucked him off. But I bet he'd last even less if you put your virgin mouth on his cock." Miss Ophelia agreed.

Dawn sped up her stroking as she responded. "Oh my gosh, I don't think I could fit this big dick in my tiny little mouth. It too big Miss Ophelia, his cock is just too fucking big."

Sean couldn't take it. He'd never had a woman talk so filthy to him in his life, let alone two who were beating him off. Without any warning he came, spurting a thick load. It took Dawn completely off guard, but luckily Miss Ophelia reacted quickly, cupping her hand over the head of Sean's cock. The blast of semen splattered across her hand, but didn't spray the rest of her or Dawn as it would have otherwise.

Sean's dick pulsed as a second and third load spurted, by the fourth the cum was dripping down Miss Ophelia's hand.

"Holy shit!" Dawn exclaimed in amazement.

"Sometimes guys forget to warn you when they are ready to cum." Miss Ophelia told Dawn.

"Sorry. Really, I didn't realize it would happen that fast." Sean apologized.

"It's okay." Miss Ophelia assured him as she made her way to the sink to clean up. "But Dawn, take that as a note that even with nice guys like Sean, you never know when they are going to spurt."

Sean cleaned up himself, and thanked the women.

"Dawn, why don't you stay here. If you think you're okay, I'll send in the next guy for you to assist while I help someone else." She asked her student.

"Um, yeah. I think I can handle it. I mean, now that I've done it once, it doesn't seem as scary." Dawn said, although she was still quite nervous at the all thought of having to provide relief for a guy alone.

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Class Trip part one is available below, and has 8 more erotic encounters in it...

The Reluctant Assistant, a story of sex and submission

About 6 months back or so, I came up with the idea for a story that took place in a world where men were legally required to orgasm at least once every 48 hours. Upon finishing that short story (Obtaining Relief), I wrote what ended up to be Class Trip, which pretty much poured out of me over the course of two weeks. (That story was so long, I ended up splitting it into two)
Then I wrote another, and yet another. It seems the setting of the "Great 48" sparks many story possibilities for me, I have no idea why.

Most are completely unrelated. This one for instance is 5 chapters long and completely stand alone.
Below is the whole first chapter of "The Reluctant Assistant". It's the story of a young woman who ends up in a situation where she feels obligated to assist an older man.

There is no non-consent stuff, but please be aware it does, as the title suggests, fall into the reluctant side of things. If that's not your cup of tea, maybe check out this story instead.

Everyone else, enjoy....

The Reluctant Assistant

Chapter 1: Writer’s Block

Henry was behind on his latest novel. Again. Deadlines had been a curse for him since he was a young, starving writer. As a successful middle aged writer with several holo-vid adaptations of his works, his books were in high demand but his ability to hit a deadline remained elusive. His publisher put up with it because they were old friends (and because of how much money they made off of him) but even still, he knew he was taking too long with his new novel.

"Mr. Terence?" A timid voice asked as he flicked the audio button on his phone.

"Yes?" He asked warily. He knew it was his publisher office, he just didn't know if he would be dealing with one of the young assistants or passed through to his angry editor.

"Mr, Terence, my name is Mara. I work for Mr. Sodden. He wants to know if your manuscript is ready." Mara asked, almost apologetically.

"Tell him, soon." Henry replied.

"Um...Mr. Terence?" Mara asked, again, very timidly.

"Yes Mara?" Henry replied. He was being unfair to the poor girl. She was clearly new to the job and he knew very well that she had orders to not accept anything other than a firm commitment of a manuscript from him.

"Mr. Sodden said... That is, you have to... Well, see the thing is, we're going to miss our publishing dates if you don't..." She struggled to find the words.

"Mara, are you telling me I need to finish the book?" He asked her.

"Yes. Yes sir, I am." She agreed, the relief in her voice obvious.

"Well, the longer this conversation goes on, the longer it is until I get back to it." He told her.

"Of course." She agreed again. "Are you close to being finished?"

"Who could say m'dear?" He replied deliberately vague.

"May I make a suggestion?" She asked.

Here it was. Every new assistant was keen to impress Mr. Sodden with their ability to get him to deliver a book on time. There was Gary's plan to stand over Henry while he wrote, Susan's idea to lock him in the publisher's office for a weekend and there was even one deluded fool name Frank who thought he could "write the first draft himself" and than have Henry edit it. As if Henry would ever agree to any of those plans.

He leaned over the console of his desk, and hit the visual button on the phone so he could tell this assistant where to go to her face.

"Mara, I don't know what..." He stopped dead when he saw her. She was young, mid twenties at the absolute oldest, more likely 21 than 25 and she was cute as a button.

Her black hair was shoulder length, and the dress she wore highlighted her smallish but extremely perky breasts. The thing that caught his eye though, was her face. She had one of the prettiest faces he had ever seen.

"Mr. Terence, I was going to suggest that maybe you could go somewhere with no distractions, where you could write in peace. Maybe Mr. Sodden' cabin?"

It was actually a decent idea. Henry had been to the cabin once before, where he had finished his first book, back when he and Mark Sodden had been starting their careers. The cabin was bereft of any tech more complicated than a stove. It took a hover car to get there and while you were there, you were as cut off from the rest of the world as you could be.

"It worked for your first book, so why not this one?" She smiled. Good lord, he thought, what a beautiful smile. She had the face of an angel.

"You've done you're research I see." He complimented her. "Well, it'd take a least a week of writing, so I don't think the cabin is a good idea."

"One week? You were up there for 12 days when you wrote Sign of the End, arguably your best work." She countered

"Ah, yes, but that was many, many years ago. When I was a younger man and it was before the great 48 was in effect. I'd have to come back from the cabin every other day, defeating the whole point of going." He told her.

The great 48 was of course the nickname of the law that required men to have a sexual release every 48 hours. Requirements were for the release to be administered and recorded by another person. Non-compliance or lying had severe punishment. The effect this law had had on the world in Henry's lifetime was undeniable. All the energy previously wasted attempting to get laid had lead to everything from advances in medicine to the construction of a space elevator. The law was not something anyone ignored, especially because it meant as a man, you got at minimum a handjob every other day.

"No m'dear, I'm afraid going to the cabin wouldn't help me finish this book." He told her.

Mark Sodden walked into view, behind Mara. "Nonsense." He told henry.

"Mark, the amount of time I'd waste traveling to and from a relief station alone makes this..."  

Mark cut Henry off, "Easy solution. Mara here will go up with you."

Mara's eyes went wide as her new boss offered her up as a relief agent. She had dreamed of working with authors like Mr. Terence, but not like this.

"I'm sorry?" Henry said, not believing this beautiful woman was potentially going to be taking care of his needs for a least a week.

"She can go up with you, act as an editor for chapters as you finish them, as well as prepare meals and take care of things, while you focus on writing." He explained.

Mara wasn't sure she was okay with "taking care of things", if that meant manually stimulating an older man repeatedly. That certainly hadn't been in the job description when she'd been hired 6 weeks ago. She was trying to find a way to explain she wasn't comfortable with this suggestion when Henry spoke again, "That would help. What the hell, okay, let's do it."

"Great, it's settled. Mara will arrange everything and I'll send a hovercar around tomorrow morning." Mark announced.

Mara had butterflies in her stomach and as much as she wanted to object, she wasn't capable of speech as Mr. Terence disconnected his call.

By the time she had herself under control, Mark Sodden had headed back into his office and closed the door.

Mara wasn't sure what to do.

----

Henry grabbed the last of the luggage from the hovercar, tipped the driver and headed inside as the car flew off.

The drive/flight up had been awkward, Mara initially gushing over Henry's work but then becoming silent when he expressed appreciation for her upcoming help. She wasn't sure if he was referring to her as an editor or as the person who was going to be masturbating him and hadn't said much after that point.

As Henry walked across the deck, he took a moment to enjoy the view. There was forest as far as the eye could see on this side of the small building. He brought the suitcases inside and put them down. through the open back door, he could see Mara on the deck, looking out at the small lake it overlooked.

He took a moment to enjoy that view too, her firm buttocks as she leaned over the railing. She stood back up and nearly caught him staring.

"Amazing view!" She yelled to him.

"Absolutely." He agreed, though not talking about the water.

"You okay if I have a quick shower?" She asked, as she entered the cabin.

"Sure, I'll get setup, I'm hoping to finish a chapter before dinner." He said, pulling out his keyboard, and clicking it on. The screen projected up from the keyboard as he placed it on the desk, and he adjusted the brightness as Mara dragged a suitcase into one of the bedrooms and closed the door.

A little while later Henry was in the living room typing away on his keyboard when Mara popped out of the bedroom in her bathrobe. Her hair was wet, and the silky robe was short, showing off her long, sexy legs. Henry looked up as she passed, she smiled awkwardly and pointed to her other suitcase.

Her back was to him as she bent over to pick up the small case, her robe riding higher and he thought he caught a glimpse of her butt cheeks before she stood back up. He turned back to his screen before she saw him checking her out, and he waited till he heard her walking back to the bedroom before he said anything.

"Mara, did you want to, um, take care of things before you got dressed?" He asked.

"Things?" She asked, trying to sound unsure of what he meant. She knew she was going to have to provide relief for him, but had assumed she had until tomorrow to deal with it.

"Sorry, I was trying to be delicate." He apologized. "The writer in me, never saying what i actually mean. I'm due for relief today, and I just thought maybe you'd want to, take care of things as it were, before you dressed. Wouldn't want to get any mess on your clothes is all."

"Oh, um, I hadn't thought about that. I assumed you'd have visited a relief station yesterday." She told him.

"No such luck, spent the entire day preparing for this sudden trip." He explained. "It can wait, I'm not actually due until just before dinner."

"Um, yeah, if you want to wait, that'd be great." She told him, attempting to delay the inevitable. She knew should should have said something as soon as Mr Sodden had offered her services, or when she was booking the hovercar, but she was still new to the job and looking to impress her boss. Arguing against this assignment, with one of their biggest clients seemed like career suicide. Still, she wasn’t sure how she was going to fulfill this new job requirement.

"Whenever you are comfortable." He told her. "It's just, well, I'm a bit of a squirter, not a dribbler as it were, so I don't want to ruin your nice clothes."

Oh god, she thought. Did he really just tell me that? She was horrified. It reminded her of the first time she jerked off a guy as a teenager. They had been at a concert and they snuck into a dark corner, where he had exploded all over her top with no warning and she'd had to leave immediately. The whole embarrassing train ride home she tried to hide, sure everyone knew she was covered in cum.

Why would he say that? She wondered, who says things like that to another person?

though, the more she thought about it the more Mr. Terence’s comments actually seemed mature. Admitting something like that had to be a bit embarrassing, Mara decided.  She appreciated that he was giving her fair warning and in fact, a choice.

"I'll risk it." She told him, laughing nervously as she headed back into the bedroom with her stuff.

Henry turned back to his screen, but had a hard time concentrating knowing that beautiful woman would have her hands around his penis at some point in the next few hours.

---

Several hours later, he still had very little written. Mara came out of the kitchen, where she had been preparing dinner.

He looked up as she entered the room and watched her as she opened the door to deck. Standing in the doorway, in her summer dress, she was backlit by the sun. Her silhouette was phenomenal, and the cloth not quite sheer enough to be transparent, but probably less modest than Mara was assuming it was.

"I'm going to go for a dip in the lake while dinner bakes." She told him.

"Okay." He agreed absentmindedly.

"Would you rather I didn't?" She asked, concerned he was somehow unhappy.

"No, no of course not." He told her, trying to focus his attention on the conversation. "Sorry, just struggling with a bit of story I had thought I had worked out. Go for a swim, while I figure this out."

"Do you want to run it by me? Maybe talking it through will help." She offered.

"Appreciate the offer, but at this point what I wanted to do versus what the character will do has changed, happens with characters occasionally. I just need think through all the variables." He explained. "Go, swim. Someone should enjoy the lake."

"Alrighty." She agreed, and headed into her bedroom to change into her bathing suit.

Before she had even closed the door, she knew what she needed to do. He hadn't needed her as an editor, but he did need assistance. She had to go back out there and masturbate Mr. Terence. He was near his 48 hour limit, so it would likely clear his head, and enable him to write. She reminded herself why they were at the cabin in the first place as she pulled off her dress. She needed to keep him writing.

She slid into her one piece and took a deep breath, preparing herself. Henry Terence was one of the best fiction writers on the planet she told herself. If her job required her to masturbate him a couple of times than not only was it a good career move, but she should be honoured to assist him with what very well could be his seminal work. She had just about convinced herself of that when she entered the living room.

"Would..."  Mara cleared her throat, "Would it help if helped you obtain some relief? Clear your head, so to speak?"

"Actually, that probably would help." He agreed, trying to not sound too eager.

Henry moved to a chair away from his desk, and prepared himself for relief the way all men did, which was to say he took his penis out. It was already hard, which she took as both a complement, he obviously was looking forward to her touch, and with a sense of relief. What if she hadn't been able to make him erect? How embarrassing would that have been for her? Or worse, him! She wasn't sure how she would have handled that.

Mara walked to the chair, knelt at his feet. Henry smiled. He had been a bit disappointed when she came out wearing the one piece, he had hoped to see her in a bikini, but the material hugged her tightly, and her perky breasts were on display, her large nipples poking through the material, practically begging for him to pinch.

He knew the rules though, etiquette in these situations was to let the lady take the lead. There was no touching unless they suggested or encouraged it, so he sat back and waited for the black haired beauty at his feet to begin.

You can do this, you can do this, Mara repeated mentally, talking herself into giving Mr. Terence a handjob. She wasn't sure why she was this nervous. It wasn't like she hadn't ever helped a guy obtain relief before, she had many times. This was however, the first man she wasn't romantically involved with that she was assisting. How the government relief agents, who had to do this for several men every day, did their jobs she couldn't fathom.

She reached up and took hold of Mr. Terence's shaft. He groaned immediately in enjoyment, which she took as a good sign. Her hand slid up and down, as she began stroking him. He closed his eyes and became very silent.

Her hand continued to pump, but in the silence she became insecure that she was doing something wrong.

"Mr. Terence? Sir?" She asked.

"Yes Mara." He said, with his eyes still closed.

"Is everything, I mean, am I doing this right?" She asked.

He opened his eyes and smiled. Her hand was still stroking him, but her eyes were wide, scared that she was screwing something up.

"Everything's perfect, m'dear." He told her. "I'm just... Well, to be honest I'm just trying to prolong the experience. It's been a long, long time since a young woman, let alone one as pretty as you, has touched me like this. I was worried I was going to shoot off as soon as you touched me.”

"Really?" She asked, surprised. "I thought, I'm not..."

Her sentence trailed off. She was used be being called cute, which was nice and all, but to hear a man essentially say he was having trouble controlling himself because of her was something new.

"I don't think most men fantasize about girls like me." She told him.

"Nonsense. Not to be crude, but the moment I laid eyes on you I've needed a release." He confessed.

Mara smiled at the thought. To have a man like Henry Terence say she sexually excited him was a massive compliment.

"That's very kind of you to say, sir." She told him. She began twisting her hand as she stroked the crown of his cock.

"Oh god." He moaned uncontrollably. She smiled at the funny face he made every time her hand twisted. She knew he wasn't going to last long.

"Mara, I'm close." He warned her politely. "You may want to get some tissues."

"It's okay sir. You can squirt in my chest." She told him and sped up her hand, pointing his dick at her bathing suit covered breasts.

He reacted almost immediately. A young, beautiful woman was telling him he could spunk onto her tits, while stroking his cock? He didn't stand a chance. He blasted her, and she was surprised at the force of it, despite his earlier warning. A gooey stream hit her top and ricocheted back onto her hand (and his cock)

The second and third spurts were just as forceful and she began to turn his cock back and forth, so both breasts were coated.

Eventually he subsided, and she looked down at her bathing suit. It was soaked in semen, and it was seeping through onto her skin. She cleaned him off with her hand, even wiping the tip of his cock across a clean bit of cloth at her stomach, before standing up.

"Head clear now, Mr. Terence?" She asked, unsure of what else to say.

He nodded assent, unable to talk.

"You sure weren't kidding about being a bit of a spurter, were you sir?” she said awkwardly, “I'll have to keep that in mind the day after tomorrow."

Henry watched her exit the cabin and head to the lake. He couldn't believe that angel had just milked him so wonderfully. There was no way he was going to wait two whole days before she did it again.