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(Her Secret Fantasy, continued by Anon2...)
“Make him agree to nothing but handies,” you text back to Rachel. “If he’s horny enough he’ll be desperate and go with it.”
“I’ll give it a shot,” she replies. Your stomach churns, hoping that your simple plan will prove effective. A few minutes later, your phone buzzes again. Trying to remain casual, you open the text. It’s a picture of Rachel with her hand over the sink of John’s small private bathroom. It’s covered in cum, which she’s about to wash off.
“Success!” reads the caption. “And I didn’t even have to eat his cum!” You sigh quietly in relief, and are about to return your focus to work when you receive a second text. It’s another picture from the bathroom, except this time Rachel has pulled up her dress to reveal her amazing thong-clad ass. It’s an old school mirror shot, but it’s enough to give your dick a rise.
“A reward pic for my hero,” it reads. “Your greater reward is still to cum. ;)” It’s difficult to think of much else for the day, but you do enough at work to keep your job. And when you get home, Rachel gives you the reward she promised.
After you give her a good fucking and cum all over her delicious ass, you collapse on the bed together and talk over the day. It seems like your advice paid off. John agreed to do nothing but handjobs, and even told Rachel that he wouldn’t take any pictures. Rachel only had to whack him off once today, and you both agreed that continuing to do so for the future shouldn’t cause any problems. You suggest that Rachel should work on her technique, and she laughingly agrees. Round two of the night is a sexy handjob, and unlike she did for John, she eats your cum.
The next few days go in predictable fashion. Rachel has to jerk off her boss once or twice a day, but he never asks for anything more. It’s about a week in that you begin to notice a problem.
Rachel arrives home that day holding her arm, and collapses on the couch. You sit beside her and try to console her.
“What’s wrong babe?” you ask her. “Did you hurt your arm?”
“Not really,” she responds. “It’s just John. The first few times I jerked him off he came after a few minutes. But today, it took almost two hours.” She continues rubbing her arm before continuing. “I don’t know if he’s getting used to me or what, but he’s only gaining endurance the longer I go. I’ve tried every technique I can think of and I even switched hands, but that just made both arms sore. I don’t know what I can do without doing more than a handjob.”
She sits in silence waiting for your response, but you don’t immediately have one. You’re amazed and somewhat jealous at John’s resistance to your girlfriend’s hand jobs, and you’re not too keen on testing his endurance with her mouth or pussy. You’re going to have to think of a clever solution.