It felt as if there was something heavy weighing on my chest as the air struggled to leave my lips in shallow pants. My whole body felt constricted like it was waiting for some sort of relief from something harbored in the depths of my body. I couldn't distinguish if it was pent-up emotion or the guilt that had started to spread like fire in my veins.
The intense feeling was black all over until it wasn't anymore and a bright light blinded my line of vision making every single hair on my arms stand erect in response. Like clockwork, one at a time, it seemed as if every sense I possessed was being triggered in the most extreme way possible.
Distorted feminine voices caught my attention, my eyes snapping down to two women knelt before me with no faces for me to recognize, but it all felt so familiar. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion as I looked up to examine my surroundings once more, now aware of the fact that I was in my dressing room. I relaxed a little, and then one of the voices below me cleared, and all I heard was my girlfriend.
"This is kind of sexy that I'm on my knees for you while you're at work" Francesca purred like a kitten. My body immediately reacted to her words, all the blood in my body coursing straight down to my shaft in an instant like I was being hit by a truck of arousal.
It overpowered the fact that there had been two women at first, but now only Franny remained, the indiscretion hadn't even crossed my mind as she began to rub her hand down my thighs. I worked myself up to speak but nothing emitted, I felt stationary and she didn't seem to notice as she continued her ministrations on me. "Can I make you feel good, Jacob?"
The sound of my name leaving her lips strummed a chord inside of me creating a buzzing within, my panting increasing as her words worked me up. It felt like I was going to combust the longer this went on, I was fucking hot and there was nothing I could do, nothing I could say, I was frozen in place.
My sudden paralysis made me want to scream out in frustration, was that the release I was looking for? My intense arousal said otherwise, I had no control over this situation, my worst nightmare.
And then the most appetizing voice flowed into my ears, and I relaxed a bit looking down to no longer see Francesca, but a woman with bronze skin running her hands down the front of my zipper.
"She doesn't have to know a thing, Jacob." Gwen whispered for my ears only.
My name once again being uttered having the same intense effect on my overstimulated body, eardrums feeling like they were bursting with pressure in the best way possible. Now the previous events seemed blurry, I couldn't distinguish having her now on her knees before me from my girlfriend just a second ago.
Had it been Gwen's sultry voice all along?
Was my mind trying to channel her through my girlfriend?
"Gwen." I was finally able to speak wanting to question her, but it came out as a breathless sigh. There was literally not a bone or muscle in me that could stop her from pulling down my merlot red slacks and palming my dick over my silk boxers. My eyes rolled to the back of my head at the feeling, the tension in my gut being gently scratched by the girl below me when she gripped me over the fabric.
Everything was going so fast and the room was spinning around us, but my focus couldn't attach to anything but her. My mouth flooded with saliva the more I took in the sight of her on her knees for me. It took everything not to drool as she stared into my eyes while dragging my boxers down my legs and taking hold of my heavy dick before it could slap against my stomach. The feeling of her scorching skin wrapped around my member made me want to melt onto the ground as whimpers escaped my throat from her slow pumps--I was ticking bomb about to explode.
