My New Assistant

Chapter 6

I stopped stroking my dick as I had promised to give Pris a shirt. I held my breath for a moment and my dick went soft. I guess I'm not as young as I used to be, where I could last longer and stay hard. I left the bathroom and grabbed a shirt. Being 1.75m tall, most of my shirts are size large. I grabbed a white polo from my cupboard, went to the shared bathroom, and knocked.

Me: Pris, I got you a polo

With that, she opened the door slightly and took the polo.

Pris: Thanks, I'll be out shortly. Sorry for the trouble

Me: Not at all...

As she went back into the bathroom to change, I returned to my living room, opened a bottle of Midori, and poured two glasses mixed with pineapple juice. It's kind of a lady's drink, but hey, I did mention I like my mixes. I went to the balcony and sipped on my glass. The wind on my face and the drink made it wonderful and relaxing. Shortly after, I heard the balcony door slide.

Pris: Hey, thanks for the polo. I'm so sorry to trouble you so much...

"Not at all. Here, try this," hands her the other glass.

As Pris took a sip, "This is awesome! What is this?"

Me: One of my poisons, and it was one of my ex-wife's favorites...

Pris: Again with her? Look Nurgle, you have to forget about her. She's not coming back! She left you for another guy for an unknown reason

Me: I know. But it's so hard to forget. Especially since I've been with her since we started dating. She was my first girlfriend and my first wife

Pris: Ah... that explains...

Me: But you're right, I need to forget about her. I just need time

Pris: Say, Nurgle. Um... I know this is asking for too much, but can I stay over at your place just for tonight?

Now, I didn't even have any intention of having any sexy time with her. My intention at that time was for her safety.

Me: Yeah, sure. It's already 1am, and it's not safe to go home at night like this, even though you live near me. Let me prepare the bedroom for you

Pris: I noticed you only have one bed...

Me: Yup. It was just me and my ex-wife. Tell you what, you sleep on my bed and I'll sleep on the sofa in the living room

Pris: Ok...

With that, she drank her drink in one gulp and, while holding her glass, she placed her index finger in her mouth and gave it a little bite. However, I didn't see the signs. I went to prepare the bed for Pris to sleep. I grabbed an extra pillow and blanket from the cupboard and proceeded to the living room.

Me: You have a good rest now. Good night and sweet dreams

Pris: Sure. Thank you once again. Good night and sweet dreams to you too

Sweet dreams. I haven't had one in a long time. But after hearing it from her, I do hope I have sweet dreams. I could use one to keep myself from depression. I brought everything to the living room and went back to the balcony to continue with my drink. With that, I continued smoking the cigar that Ace and I couldn't finish.

Smoking and drinking on the balcony. I used to do that with my ex-wife. We would share the cigar until it was almost done and we would almost faint. FYI, everyone, you do not finish a cigar in one go. The memories I had with my ex-wife. How we would stare out into the open view from the balcony. How we kissed and hugged each other. How we dropped our pants and went at it in the open for all to see and hear. Those were nothing but memories now. Just thinking about it, I shed a tear.

Then, I thought of Pris; "Enough about her! She's not coming back!" Yes. Those words are hurtful. But the truth hurts. I took a deep puff, which caused me to choke hard. On another note, you do not inhale much from a cigar. That brought me back to reality. I finished my drink and went back to the sofa.

I just lay there and stared at the ceiling fan. I normally had a hard time sleeping due to lots of thinking. This time, I only thought of Pris in her bikini, hugging me in the photo we took. It was a good thought, and the next moment, I drifted off into a deep sleep. In my deep sleep, I dreamt of my ex-wife. I dreamt we were on our honeymoon. We were in a hotel in Germany. After a few glasses of wine, we were already making out. We were kissing passionately, exchanging saliva in a battle of tongues.

I grabbed her breast and pulled down her bra cup to release her aching nipple, screaming for me to suck on it. I proceeded to lick it and latch onto it like a baby, sucking hard and giving it a small bite. While doing that, I pulled down her panties and rubbed her clit, bringing her to the next level of ecstasy.

After her orgasm, I pushed her onto the bed and pulled out my dick from my boxer shorts. Stroking it, I heard her calling for me to plunge it into her pussy. With that, I positioned myself at her entrance, pushing only the head of my dick in a little. Before doing that, I looked up at her and was about to ask her if she was ready for the ride of her life, only to be shocked and see that it wasn't my ex-wife, but Pris's face. She was biting down on her index finger and in her sexy voice, telling me to fuck her now. All sense of morality aside, I was going to push my dick into her.

*BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP*

Damn. My mobile phone alarm went off. I woke up and shut it off.

Me: Fuck! What a way to spoil the dream. But what a dream

Yes. What a dream. What a feeling. I sat up, dazed about my surroundings. Yes. I was sleeping in the living room while Pris was in the bedroom. Standing up, I decided to make my usual weekend breakfast, Western-style. But as I got up, I felt a major ache. It was the combination of morning wood and a major case of blue balls from not releasing my load. I had to let it out.

I went to the shared bathroom, as I didn't want to disturb Pris from her sleep. I put the toilet seat down and proceeded to take my dick out of my shorts. My dick was hard and stiff, screaming for release. I took my time to pleasure myself, stroking it while thinking about my ex-wife and the lovemaking we had.

But instead, I found myself thinking about Pris. I imagined her lying in bed with me, thrusting hard and fast into her young body. Before long, I felt the urge to cum. Just as I was about to cum, the bathroom door opened and there stood Pris in my polo, with that sweet sleepy face and messy hair.

Me: Oh my god! Pris! No... aarrrgghhhhh...

I came. I ejaculated a long stream of cum that shot across the bathroom towards Pris. Some traces of cum landed on the polo she was wearing and some landed on her foot. Pris just stood there and took it all. Her eyes were wide open at the sight. What the fuck have I gotten myself into!?

Not only did she see me with my pants down, but with a thick layer of cum flying out of my dick and onto her. I sat there, relieved from the pent-up urge but surrounded by a layer of guilt and shame. I quickly got up, pulled up my shorts, grabbed the entire roll of toilet paper, and tried to help clean up.

Me: I'm so sorry... I just... I... I just needed to... I... I...

Pris: Oh no. I'm sorry too. I didn't want to use your master bedroom bathroom and thought no one would be in the shared bathroom. I'm sorry for not knocking and catching you in your... private moments

Me: It's not what you think... I... look... you wash up. As an apology, let me make breakfast for you

I dashed out of the bathroom, leaving Pris to clean up. What the fuck have I done.