And then some deity took pity on him as the hot, sticky load of yam came spurting from his cock, flooding her anguished, raw interior. Like a balm it soothed the spots where friction had all but worn her inner flesh of her cunt away. His solid cock remained buried in her aching tunnel until he'd unloaded every drop of aim.
When he withdrew, he saw his cock was only partially shriveled. He really wasn't surprised. There had been almost no sensation when he'd popped his wad inside the blonde. The gushing had provided more relief than any kind of pleasure.
The blonde wanted him to stay for another round, thrilled to have found such a terrific cocksman. But he refused, telling her he had to take her application back to the office before closing time.
He dressed quickly, an odd, uncomfortable, sensation still in his nuts, and he bade the blonde farewell, and left. She called after him, telling him he was welcome back any time he pleased. But he knew he wouldn't be back. He could never go back to any other woman without Mickey at least knowing about it.
He was trapped all right. He was so trapped, he'd never be able to make it with another woman without Mickey's prior approval. He realized that now. He was as dominated by her as she was by him.
He hurriedly drove back to the Incidental Insurance office and handed in his application. Mickey was there, working as industriously as ever on the other side of the desk. God! It was so good to see her.
Just before he headed back to his office, she came over and said, "Hi. I see you made the sale."
'Yeah," he nodded, "made the sale."
His hand was on the counter, and for a brief second she covered it with hers. And all of a sudden the sensation of orgasm, denied him when he was coming earlier, suddenly shot through him.
He didn't shoot again, but he felt the sensation as surely as if he had popped a load.
Christ! He was trapped all right. But somehow he felt as if he'd never want to escape the trap.