Chapter 2: Spotting
HR took a day off from the gym for a “medical concern.” He technically didn’t lie. Ever since he woke up he suffered from what could only be described as “prolonged swelling of the groin.” He tried everything he could to satiate the beast, but whenever he thought back to the prior day his little man rose from the ashes like a phoenix.
Besides, no way he would get caught with a boner two days in a row. The ladies were likely to maul him if he didn’t die of embarrassment first. Yeah, today was a sit around and tame the dragon kind of day.
The next day HR walked into the gym with his head held high. He learned early that if he showed any kind of weakness the vultures would pounce. Just pretend like he didn’t pop a boner mid match with Lai Chan and hopefully they wouldn’t bring it up.
The plan failed before it began. He made it all of 4 steps into the gym before hearing a familiar voice yell “Hilbane!” and getting tackled to the ground.
Thankfully he “took care” of himself so much last night that his little buddy couldn’t stand even if he wanted to, otherwise he’d be saluting the sun again at familiar sight before him..
It was Lai Chan, excited as always. She was sitting on top of him, straddling him, with her usual big smile. “Where were you yesterday!?” She looked like a puppy who’s owner had been away for an hour.
“I was out sick. Had some real bad swelling and now some minor bruising. I’m fine though.” That was technically the truth.
“You’re hurt? Where!?” Lai Chan immediately started checking him for signs of damage, even going as far as to lift his shirt to check.
Before he could fight her off, or at least attempt to given their sparring record, the owner walked up and hit Lai Chan in the back of the head with a folded towel.
“Ow!”
He looked at the two of them with as stern as a face he could muster but HR saw some enjoyment in his eyes. “If you two wanna fool around, do it outside of my gym.” HR hears a couple of snickers and realizes the situation. The entire gym had ground to a halt to watch the scene those two were making. HR was suddenly a lot more conscious of the fact that Lai Chan was still straddling him in the middle of the walkway.
Lai Chan climbed off him in order to argue with the owner about how much that towel hurt and HR took the chance to try to sneak away to the locker room to get changed.
He flinched as he heard the owner turn his voice towards him. “Don’t think I didn’t hear what you said HR. If you’re hurt, go home!”
“I’m fine sir, honest. I spent all of yesterday healing up and I feel good as new.” He offered a weak smile, hoping to get the attention back off of him again. He hoped no one asked him exactly where he was bruised.
The owner considered him for a long moment. “Fine you can train. But Lai Chan is spotting you today.”
Lai Chan’s face went from annoyed to excited in an instant. “Yay!”
“What!? Why? Shouldn’t she be training with the others?” HR was a bit skeptical. The owner was usually one of the nicer people, but it wasn’t unheard of for him to get in on the action every once and awhile. Maybe he thought to torture HR with a full day with Lai Chan to force another boner out of him. Maybe some of the others put him up to it, they seemed to be enjoying this turn of events.
“Because she kept asking for you all day yesterday and it’s annoying.” She what? “Also because she can lift more than you and can save you from yourself should you actually be hurt.” That one got a laugh.
Not seeing a way out of it HR begrudgingly accepted and began walking towards the locker rooms. He stopped when he realized Lai Chan was walking right behind him.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m following you like the coach said!”
“You know I’m going into the locker room, right?”
“Yeah, I’m coming with.”
She can’t be serious. “The guy’s locker room, Lai Chan.”
“I know that. Coach said I have to stay with you today.”
For the love of, “Lai Chan you are not going in there with me.”
“Why not?” she pondered her own question for a second before looking back at HR with an accusatory gaze. “Are you keeping boy secrets in there? I wanna see!” Where did she even get that idea from?
HR sighs. “There are no ‘boy secrets’ in there Lai Chan. Just lots, and lots…” he pauses with a thousand-yard stare for a second before recovering. “And lots of naked guys in there.”
“I’m fine with that. I used to bath with my brother and nephew all the time!”
“How old were you when this happened?”
“Well mom made Pierre and me stop when we were like, 4 or 5. And Dai Lee made me stop with Jin 3 years ago.”
“You, your brother, and Jin were kids, Lai Chan. These are full grown, adult men. You’re not coming in with me.” HR put some force in his voice, hoping his bark would be enough to sway her. Everyone knew her bite was stronger.
Thankfully Lai Chan wasn’t as aggressive outside the ring as she was in it. She switched tactics, begging like a spoiled child. HR held firm on his stance and eventually convinced her to go set up his weights for training when he got out.
After confirming that she was really going to go and not try to follow him, he restarted his walk to the land of naked men. He steeled his mind for what he was about to see. This was his downfall.
He was so focused on ignoring penis that he didn’t notice the three women forming around him. That day off caused his natural defenses to wane.
With surprisingly practiced motions two of them restrained his arms while the third covered his mouth with her hand, her other hand giving him the “shhhh” motion. He was then quickly ushered into the women’s locker room then quickly rushed into the shower section. They dragged him into the stall in the back.
The first thing HR noticed when he was kidnapped was the smell. While it still smelled of sweat and musk, he somehow found it sweeter. Definitely more enjoyable than the guy’s side. After the shock subsided, he recognized the three women who had forced him in there in the first place.
Holding his left arm was Allison, the tall dark elf pressing herself unnecessarily close to the boy. Being another elf, he could guess her age but not really pin it down. Given her slightly mature face, hints of laughing lines and such, he could ballpark her to be around three hundred and fifty to four hundred. That’s a few decades younger than his mom.
Her body on the other hand was a few centuries younger. The amount of tone and definition on her body were obvious signs of decades if not at least a century of hard and specific workouts. The amount of dark grey skin showing outside of her sports bra and short shorts made sure everyone could appreciate her hard work.
Currently HR’s arm was nestled nicely between her ample bosom, his hand resting dangerously close to her pelvis, the back of it resting on her lower two abs. She was more clutching his arm than restraining it. She cradled his head affectionately against her chest.
Compared to the other two she was definitely the “nicest.” If being the most gentle with her advances could count as nice.
His right arm, being gripped tightly in a proper restraint, was held by Flavia. The asimar, who based on what he’s deduced is in her late twenties or early thirties, wore her usual skin tight leggings that showed off all of her (her words) “ass-sets.” She wasn’t as tall as Allison, but what she lacked in height she more than made up for in sheer confidence.
Years of squats and leg presses and all other forms of thigh, glute, and calf exercises has left her lower body built as if crafted by Sune (goddess of beauty) herself. Thick calf muscles, toned thighs and (her words again) “an ass so fat that hippos would be jealous” are the pride and joy of this woman.
There was an unspoken game played in the gym centered around her. The rules were simple, members would try to sneak glances at her bottom and she would try to catch them. A game of cat and mouse where everybody wins.
In front of HR, with her hand still covering his mouth, was Jazmin. She was the youngest, at twenty-six, and most aggressive of the bunch. The pale skinned human had joined the gym shortly after HR, her curly, fire red hair attracting the attention of everyone the moment she first entered. She was already a bombshell of a lady, looking only to get slightly more toned for a modeling gig. She quickly fell in love with the place, seeing it as more of a resource for entertainment than a place to better herself. Though he has heard some stories of her flings with other members, she has made it loud and clear that her favorite activity was toying with HR, whittling him down until he eventually caved and gave her what “they both wanted”.
Seeing the evil glint in her green eyes and her smirk that oozed bad intentions HR figured the day he feared had come. That she was tired of waiting and had finally come to take what was hers. Based on what he’d heard, men and women bigger and more capable than he had trouble keeping up with her in bed. She’d eat him alive.
HR quickly scanned the already cramped stall. Even if he could beat any of them one on one, and that was only sometimes, the three of them together were insurmountable. He ran through all of his possible actions and each one came up worse than the last. HR saw no choice but to accept his fate.
Honestly, was it really that bad? There were worse ways to go. Death by snu snu with three lovely women has to be a top 10 way to die.
Wait, no. He doesn’t have nearly enough experience to make that go even remotely well, at least for them. He needed to get out of this. Maybe if he calmly and confidently presented his arguments, he could talk his way out of it.
Instead what he got as a nervous rant pleading for his life. The second Jazmin removed her hand he started. “Listen guy-LADIES, ladies, as always, I’m flattered. Really, I am. You are all very beautiful and any man would die to be in the position I’m in and personally I think it would be better for e-everyone here if that other guy did take my place. I-I mean listen you don’t want me, I’ve only had sex once and I’m pretty sure she didn’t enjoy it-you probably wouldn’t like it either. I wouldn’t want to waste your time- I’m-just some kid, there must be – mfph” To shut him up Allison shoved his head further into her breasts, gently smothering him.
“It’s Ok HR,” She gently rubbed the back of his head and he melted. “When the time comes, I’ll teach you everything you need to know. Just make sure you pay attention so you can learn properly.” Maybe everything would be fine. He felt so safe and loved. Gods she smelled nic- now was not the time for this. She almost got him.
Allison was different than most drow. Instead of the usual demanding and dominant attitude expected of drow women she was more caring and subservient. Her wide hips and large breasts only add to the loving, motherly persona she displays. All the stories he’d heard about her had been more sensual and slower than the much more common “rigorous training” other members liked to have.
HR fought against his need to be loved and freed his head from its pillowy prison. The other two laughed at him while he regained his composure.
Jazmin was the first to address him. She smiled at him. “Relax HR, we’re not here to ‘get you’ or anything. At least not right now.” She used air quotations for emphasis. Then her smile became more sinister. “Besides, when I get you, I’m sure as hell not sharing.” She leaned in and gave his cheek a long lick. Her voice lowered, almost a predatory growl. “You’ll be all mine until I’m done with you.” HR shivered. Mostly out of fear.
HR swallowed hard. “The-then why am I here?”
Flavia tightened her hold slightly, enough to cause discomfort. “We got some questions to ask you and you’re gonna answer them truthfully. Understood?”
“Yes ma’am.”
She put on a pouty face and whined, “Come on HR. We’ve known each other for a while now.” She pushed modest bust up against him, HR now fully sandwiched between her and Allison. She looked up at him and gave him puppy dog eyes “Call me Flavia, would you?”
HR was once again glad his little guy was on vacation, otherwise he would have probably clocked in right about now.
“Ladies!” Jazmin barked and got everyone’s attention. “As fun as it is to bully him, let’s stick to the task at hand. If we keep him any longer Lai Chan might go looking for him.”
She turned her attention back to HR. “So, Hilbane, you and her fucking?”
What? “What?”
“Are you and our little prodigy bumping uglies between the sheets?” Did she tell them? If so, how much?
“No! No, I would never! She’s rich and famous and I’m just a nobody who goes to her gym.” Ouch, that hurt to say out loud.
“Then what happened between you two? Yesterday she came in acting all weird. Like she was calmer yet also more excited, hard to explain. She ran through the trainers like they were nothing! We’ve never seen her perform so well. And all the while she kept asking where you were.”
Gods damn it Lai Chan. “Look, I don’t know what happened.”
Flavia tightened her grip. “According to the owner, you left with her the night before.” Damn him. “And we aren’t dumb HR. She was positively glowing. The only reason a woman acts like that is when she gets fucked right and proper.”
They had him. He might as well come clean now. But if he did then that would cause problems. They for sure would tell everyone else. Rumors would spread and not only affect her but possibly her family. The press looked for any bit of gossip about them. He couldn’t do that to Lai Chan. Imagine the damage it would do if her first sexual experience was on the front-page news. Whatever happened to him, she was a nice girl and didn’t deserve any of that.
HR prepared for the worst. He puffed out his chest and looked Jazmin in the eye, a feat he could only rarely do, lest he become the target of her aggression. “Yes, I left the gym with Lai Chan that night but no, we are not having relations with one another. I would request that you respect both her and my privacy and not ask any further questions.” He closed his eyes and awaited punishment, but none came.
“Damn. Would you look at that? Little guy actually grew some balls.” Jazmin seemed impressed.
That earned him more head rubs from Allison. “I for one think it’s a good thing. You two are always so mean to him.”
“He won’t get any better if you keep coddling him.” Flavia didn’t buy the act. Bet he’s still a total bottom.” She jostled his arm a bit to get his attention. “Think you can keep that attitude in the sack ‘big man?'”
Jazmin just inspected his face for a moment, silently interrogating him. After a while she seemed to come up with a conclusion. “Fine we’ll stop, for now. Besides, I like my men with a little fight in them, it’s more fun to break them in that way” Jazmin squeezed by him to get to the outside of the stall. As she moved past she put her lips against his ear and whispered. “Just make sure that little girl knows that she’s only borrowing you. This,” HR flinched as she grabbed a handful of his junk and gave a little squeeze. “Belongs to me.”
As Jazmin walked back to the main locker room Flavia walked behind her. “You mean belongs to us. Right?”
“Yeah, sure.”
HR let loose a deep sigh of relief. He was safe. For now. They finally left him alone, or he would be alone if not for Allison still clinging to his side.
“Oh no! She didn’t hurt you, did she?” The genuine concern in her voice confused HR. Usually she would do something sexual in the guise of “helping him out.” Currently she was patting his groin, checking it for damage.
“It’s fine really.”
“No, it’s not, she shouldn’t have done that!” She sounded genuinely a little angry.
“Honest, I-”
Her voice became breathy. “Here,” he noticed that her patting had turned into gentle rubbing. She started lowering her body. “Let mommy kiss it better.”
There it is.
HR was paralyzed with indecision. Part of him was telling him to let it happen and another part was telling him that he had to go meet Lai Chan outside.
Luckily the decision was made for him as after she hooked her thumbs in his pants but before she could pull them down they heard Flavia call out for her. The woman stood up, pouting as she walked away from her catch.
HR continued to stand there, stunned until he too was called out by Flavia. “If you want to get caught peeping in the women’s shower’s that’s fine and all. But if you don’t, I suggest you leave before anyone comes in and sees you.” That got him moving.
After making sure the coast was clear for him, Flavia let him sneak out of the women’s locker room, though not without a parting squeeze of his ass.
He quickly went into the men’s side and changed as fast as possible, knowing damn well that if he took any longer there was a legitimate chance Lai Chan would get bored and follow him in there.
When he exited the locker room he was met with a regime that seemed to suggest that Lai Chan had forgotten he was “injured.” She had prepared sets of weights that were tough for him to complete even at full strength. She apologized and said that she was just giving him her normal for a light workout. Gods the girl was a monster. Then he blushed a little as he remembered why she was so fit in the first place.
The rest of the session went along as normal as it could have gone with Lai Chan hounding him. They chatted a lot, talking about different things such as her upcoming match and if he was thinking about fighting professionally. It was honestly pretty enjoyable. He never had many chances to just talk to her off the mat. It’s amazing how enjoyable talking to someone can be when they aren’t trying to forcibly bend your body in ways it shouldn’t.
The only problem was that he noticed three women were watching them like hawks, but he tried to ignore it as best he could. That was until he noticed Lai Chan get less talkative and more distracted. She started staring off into space or sometimes just at him with a blank expression.
He finally spoke up when she seemed to be ignoring her job at spotting him on the bench press. He racked the weights and stood up, waving his hand in front of her. “Hey Lai Chan. You good? Kinda spacing out on me.”
She jumped at his hand and quickly glanced at his face before looking away, face flushed. Gods please don’t let her be sick. She had title defense coming up and it was too late now to reschedule. HR reached up and put a hand to her forehead, it was hot. “We have to tell the coach, you can’t fight in this condition.” He turned to go find her lead trainer.
She grabbed his arm, stopping him and causing him to turn back towards her. “No!” her outburst caused a few heads to turn their way. She realized and lowered her voice. “I’m fine. Really.”
“Lai Chan, you’re burning up. It could be a fever.”
“Its-its not a fever. It’s just… come with me.” She pulled over to a corner of the gym no one was using. HR felt the eyes on his back as she dragged him. “I’m not sick.”
“Then what is it? And why’d you drag me over here?”
Lai Chan looked flustered, a rare occurrence in the gym. She leaned in close and whispered into his ear. “Th-The feeling’s back”
Oh.
“Well can’t you just, wait till you get home and masturbate?” HR also began whispering, which he knew would only draw more attention to them, but he couldn’t exactly talk about this out loud.
“But it’s super bad. And I still don’t know how to masturbate.”
“Lai Chan, that’s the whole reason I went to your place last time. Just… do what I did to you but to yourself.”
“But what if i don’t do it right? Can’t you come and like… I don’t know, spot me or something?”
Was she actually asking him to watch her masturbate? “Lai Chan you do realize that masturbation is usually something done alone right?”
“I mean yes but you said it yourself, it’s not that much different than what you did to me. So it makes sense that you could tell me what I’m doing wrong!” He couldn’t fight that logic. Besides how many guys get to see the girl of their dreams get themselves off in front of them?
“Ok, Ok, fine. Just wait until we finish then we can go back to your plac-”
“I don’t think I can wait.” It couldn’t be that bad.
“Just work out or something like you usually do then-” she gripped his arm pretty tightly. Ok maybe it was that bad.
“I can’t. I’m supposed to be watching you today. That’s how I got like this in the first place!” Damn that would have been a shot of confidence if his social life weren’t about to fall apart around him. He’d unpack that line later, right now she needed help.
Thinking quickly HR came up with a decent-ish plan, or at least he hoped it was. He placed his palm against her forehead again. Still warm, good.
“Come with me. Don’t say anything.” He tried to ignore all the looks as he grabbed her wrist and dragged her towards her trainer. He noticed their approach and turned, looking at the pair with a slight glint in his eye.
“You two remember what the big guy said. Not flirting in the gym.”
“Lai Chan’s sick” His face fell instantly.
“Impossible. She never gets sick.” He inspected her face up close. HR noticed that her embarrassment from what she was feeling made her back away and hide her face, adding more blush to it. Good. The more it looked like a secret the farther away they’d get from the truth. Her trainer grabbed her to keep her still and placed his forehead against hers. He felt the warmth.
“Shit. Shit shit shit shit Fuck! The one time she gets sick and it’s right before a title match. GOD DAMNIT!” The trainer was causing a scene. Not preferable but HR could work with this. Get him while he’s not thinking straight.
“Sir if I may, it seems to be pretty early. Maybe if she took the rest of the day off she’ll feel better? I could take her home if you want me to.” Keep bombarding him with information and questions. Don’t give him time to think. The trainer looked at HR like he was a godsend.
“Good idea. Take her home. And make sure she doesn’t do ANYTHING!” he poked a finger into Lai Chan’s chest. “I know all about that home gym you got young lady. Fuck taking the day off, you take the next couple of days off. Don’t come back until you are better and ready to get in that ring.” Despite his focus on the match everyone knew he really cared about her health before the match. He treated her like another one of his daughters, even going out to buy her ice cream after every win.
“Right sir. I’ll take her right now.” HR dragged her over to the locker room and told her to get her stuff while he got his. He got out before her and was confronted by the three women once again.
Flavia gave him a knowing look. “Skipping out on the rest of your workout to get it in huh? Bold of you to make such a scene.”
He had to commit. “I don’t know what you are talking about Flavia. Lai Chan is sick and I was told to take her home.” he hoped his face was as straight as he wanted it to be. He vaguely noticed the owner and trainer yelling at each other, taking out their worries about Lai Chan on each other.
Jazmin opened her mouth to say something but right then a slightly manic looking Lai Chan came out of the locker room holding her bag. She looked between him and the women for a second before grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the door with a quick “Excuse us!”
HR looked back before he was taken through the door. Just quick enough to meet Jazmin’s eyes and for her to mouth to him “Remember. Mine.” Not knowing how to respond to that he gave her a quick shrug. That didn’t go over well as he saw the beginnings of her anger overflowing as he was dragged into the early night. Someone was gonna have to pay for that at some point.
Much like before, the rush through the city was a blur as HR was dragged once again through the threshold of the giant oak doors of her house. He was immediately met with the same two sisters he had “met” the first time.
“You’re home ear- Oh.” The surprised looks returned to their faces as they realized she had company again.
“We’re gonna go do stuff. I’ll be out Later.” Lai Chan barely looked at them as she dragged him to her room again and closed the door.
Something about the room looked different. There were additions around the walls and door that he didn’t remember being there. He didn’t have much time to dwell on it as he heard her bag hit the ground along with some other things. He turned and caught a glimpse of a naked Lai Chan before she all but tackled him, mashing her lips against his and kissing him hard.
After a few seconds of this HR remembered his purpose was supposed to be an observer and not an active participant. He pulled her off of him, holding her by her shoulders and trying his absolute best to not look down at her body.
“What are you doing? What happened to your room?”
Lai Chan got a little bit bashful at the question. “Mom had that stuff installed yesterday. She said it was to soundproof the room to stop our… fun from bothering everyone else.” Good thinking mom. “And I was kissing you. Like we did last time.” She lunged for his lips again but he held firm.
“Lai Chan we can’t kiss this time.”
She immediately began whining. “Why not!? It feels good.”
“Kissing is something you do when the other person is here.” “noticing her about to point out the obvious he continues through her interjection. “And yes, while I may be here right now, this is supposed to be about you learning to masturbate. When you masturbate the other person won’t be here so pretend I’m not. I’m just here to spot you like you said.”
“Then can you at least undress too? It feels weird being the only one naked in my room.” HR couldn’t think of a good reason to deny her on that one. He let go of her and started undressing, feeling slightly awkward with how intensely she was watching him. He stripped down to his underwear before stopping.
“Why’d you leave that on?”
“Because this is about you, not me. Now get on the bed.” She didn’t seem satisfied with that answer but she complied. Sitting cross legged on her bed, waiting for him to join her.
Recognizing that joining her on the bed would likely escalate things to a point he couldn’t return from, he opted to drag one of the work out benches over and to sit on that in front of the bed.
“Aren’t you gonna get in with me?”
“I’m not here. Remember?”
“Oh right.”
A minute passed with both of them staring at each other. Their eyes traveled each other’s body until their gazes met. HR had to distract himself before he did something he would regret. Like proving the ladies right.
“What are you waiting for? Start or something.”
“I don’t know how.”
“Remember what I did last time, start from there. Think about whoever you like and touch yourself.”
“… Ok.”
Despite the situation all HR could think about is how adorable she looked trying to remember what he did. She looked needlessly serious as she silently mouthed to herself all the places he had whispered to her as she touched herself in those same spots. There weren’t many reactions until she groped her own breast. That seemed to do something for her but not enough.
“Hilbane, it’s not working.” she complained.
“You’re trying too hard. Think about it not like you are following steps or whatever. Just enjoy it. Pretend that instead of you, it’s the person you are imagining doing it to you. Close your eyes and try it.”
She closed her eyes and again touched her body. HR could see that something was at least working. The way she moved her hands and touched herself got a lot slower and more sensual. She even let out a full moan when she got to her breasts this time.
He got so entranced by watching that he experienced minor whiplash when she looked at him with the big smile on her face. “I think that worked! It felt better!”
HR had to swallow to regain some composure. “That’s good. But let me ask you Lai Chan. Are you comfortable sitting up like that?”
Lai Chan looked down at her crossed legs. “Yes? This is how I normally sit when I’m not in a chair.” she looked at him confused.
“What I meant was, are you really comfortable? When you masturbate you want to be as comfortable as possible. Try laying back and going through what you just did again.”
Lai Chan did as she was told, this time letting out a few more quiet moans. “It worked! It felt much more like when you did it.”
“Good. Now remember what I did after that?”
She got a bit shy again. He couldn’t figure out where this girl’s boundaries were. “Yeah… I remember.”
“Good. Now try using one hand to continue touching your body and the other hand to touch yourself down there.” HR felt like some kind of dirty director taking advantage of an innocent girl. That couldn’t be. This was all for her betterment. If he just so happened to get an infinite supply of future masturbation material then that must be his reward for being such a good guy.
He remembered that you should never touch yourself, male or female, with dry hands. “Oh yeah, you might wanna make the hand you use wet somehow. Maybe lic-” he stopped talking when she instantly followed his directions. Though instead of licking she reached down and scooped up a generous amount of her own wetness to spread on her hand. Hottest thing he’d ever seen.
She followed his orders and more moans ensued. This time they were chased by low rumbling so it must be working.
HR fell back into the role of the observer, reflecting on this bizarre situation. Here he was, getting a front row seat to what should be a person’s most private act. As he got further into his position, he recognized that he also got further from her mind. As she continued to touch herself she stopped being so tense and relaxed into it. At one point she seemed to remember what he said the first time and spread her legs wide to gain better access to herself.
HR couldn’t believe how beautiful it was. Last time he had just been so happy to see all of her that he never focused on a particular part of her. And even when he fingered her he mostly had the same view she had, looking down from the top. He had mostly gone by touch alone. But from his current vantage point he could see her pussy straight on.
The first thing he noticed was that it wasn’t completely bald like it had been the first time. Some white stubble had grown around it. Next was that it looked like some mix of cotton candy or maybe even a bubble gum flavored candy. The outer lips and surrounding skin are sky blue but the further you went in the pinker it got. And it was so wet, practically leaking out of her and onto the bed. Her hand sliding through the slickness to fondle herself. He noticed some things he had done to her and also a few new things he hadn’t. He could have watched this all day.
He watched for several minutes mesmerized by the secret show before he noticed her reactions getting a bit strange. She still moaned and even let out small thunderclaps but there were also annoyed groans and impatience. Something was wrong.
“Hey, Lai Chan you ok? Usually masturbating isn’t frustrating.” He saw her body jump as his voice tore her out of her little world, suddenly remembering he was there. Her hand still a blur on her clit, as she addressed him.
“It feels …ngh… good but it’s not enough. Tell me what to do!”
Ok. Help her masturbate. Not like he’s working with completely different equipment that requires a lot less maintenance. Lets see if he can remember what he overheard.
“Um… ok try pinching your nipple a little bit. Some people like that.”
A particularly loud thunderclap at that one. Seems she liked it. “More!”
Ok, shit. “Some people like it slower, so maybe try that.”
If looks could kill she would have murdered him twice over. “NO!”
HR had nothing. Maybe he was overthinking it. Maybe there was a simple answer to their little problem. He watched her “work” for a few more seconds before he realized. She was only doing and expanding upon what he had done to her. That means lots of rubbing. Not once had she gone inside.
Desperate times call for desperate measures. He looked up from her beautiful pussy to meet her eyes once again. “Ok Lai Chan I think I can help you, but I need you to stop first.”
There was that look again. “No!”
“Lai Chan this is supposed to be me helping you masturbate. I can’t help you unless you let me. Remember the rules?”
At the mention of the rules he noticed her hands start to slow. She seemed to be having an internal debate. Eventually she let out a very childish sigh and removed the hand from her pussy. The other still massaged her breast. “Fine! But hurry up!”
This being the closest thing to him ever seeing Lai Chan angry, HR was in panic mode. He knew what she was capable was when she was happy and he for damn sure didn’t want to awaken some kind of Jazmin complex within her.
She showed no visible reaction as he joined her on the bed, crawling between her legs. An action he would have loved to do under any other circumstance, but this high stress situation wasn’t one of them
He saw her tense up as he reached his hands towards her slit and remembered rule 1. “Ok Lai Chan. I’m gonna try something then you are gonna do it yourself. Ok?”
“Whatever, just go!”
“No Lai Chan I need your permission for this. I’m going to… penetrate you.”
“Like sex? Doesn’t that defeat the purpose of masturbating?”
“No, not like sex. With my finger. There’s supposed to be a spot inside you that feels really good. I’m gonna show you where it is, then you can continue where you left off.”
“Hurry up!”
Here goes nothing. Placing one hand on her pelvis to steady her, he took his index finger and gently pushed it inside. Or at least he would have if the hole had any give. Lets try this again. This time, using a little more force, HR got his finger in and holy shit she’s tight. As far as he remembered his girlfriend had been a virgin but she was nowhere near this tight. Though he supposed she was normal and masturbated regularly. He barely registered Lai Chan’s sharp gasp as he entered her.
Man she was tight. It fuck like a compression sleeve on his finger, constricting around it and flexing and much, much wetter. Every small motion caused the girl in front of him to squirm and moan cutely.
As much as he wanted to continue he equally wanted to go back to being an observer. He hoped this hadn’t awakened something weird in him.
He pushed in to about the second knuckle and curled his finger upward, feeling for a particular spot. He must have found it because on one particular press she let out a full-fledged scream and roar of thunder. He hit it again, lighter this time and got the same result.
“Lai Chan pay attention. This spot right here, you feel it?” he got no response as she was rolling in pleasure.
“LAI CHAN!” That got her attention. “This spot right here is called a woman’s G spot and feels really good. Try using this now.”
He quickly removed his finger, lest she came from his actions and not her own. When she noticed his finger gone she looked up at him with the same look of betrayal as she had when he slowed down in their first encounter.
He cut her off before she started. “I’m just here to watch. I showed you where it was, now continue.” He climbed off the bed and returned to his position on the bench. Shooting him one last look of annoyance she returned to her task at hand.
Unlike the restraint and care that HR showed, he heard that it could hurt the first time something got inserted, she immediately went to two fingers and was pumping them at alarming speeds.
It seemed to be working though as there were no longer any frustrated groans, now it was all moans and claps. Eventually he watched as Lai Chan took her second hand off of her breasts and opted to move it down to her clit, one hand attacking inside while the other attacked the outside.
There was a strange pleasure to hearing the physical sounds of a woman’s pleasure. Sure the moans were great but the wet, schlicking noises as she pumped her fingers was oddly satisfying. He recognized the signs of her impending orgasm and focused intently, he wanted to remember every bit of her blossoming moment.
He was once again jarred from his viewer’s perspective when she addressed him. She raised her head from the bed and locked eyes with him while keeping the hands between her legs moving. “I think I’m gonna cum soon. Can- can you do that thing you did before?”
What thing? It didn’t matter. He was an observer. “I can’t Lai Chan. This is supposed to be masturbation. I’ve already done too much.”
She continued to look at him. Her eyes pleaded. He could tell she was on the very edge, holding herself there by sheer force of will. “Please?”
HR wasn’t a monster. He could always just tell her to do it later when he wasn’t here. Like he said, he’d already done so much, what’s a little more? But what exactly did she want?
He racked his brain while he looked at her, seeing his time run out as her breathing got more and more ragged. What could she possibly want right now?
Oh, maybe? “Um…. Cum for me?”
It’s an interesting experience watching someone masturbate. Even more interesting to be making direct eye contact while they did it. After the words left his lips, he saw the moment she went over the edge. When her eyes stopped recognizing the outside world.
He watched with renewed intensity as she threw her head back onto the bed and arched her back. She arched so far she was almost in a perfect bridge, like he’d seen her do many times in training. All the while her hands kept moving.
He had prepared himself for the deafening thunderclap, but it never came. It appeared that while her mouth was open, no sound could be forced out of her throat.
Then it was over. She removed her hands from her pussy and fell limp against the bed with a long groan. She laid so still for a while that he thought she must have passed out again, the rise and fall of her chest being the only movement. That was until she bolted upright back into her cross-legged position with her usual smile on her face. Did she have endless energy?
“That felt great! Thanks, Hilbane!”
Before he could tell her that he really didn’t do anything she leaped from the bed, tackling him in a hug that knocked them both onto the ground. Out of sheer habit HR rolled with it and got himself in a favorable position on top of her. That got her going and a mini fight was broke out.
After a short, more than half-hearted struggle by Lai Chan they both stopped moving, each laughing a bit while taking deep breaths. He had her wrists pinned above her head. He looked down at her. Seriously, the girl of his dreams, naked and under him, looking into his eyes and smiling. She still had a light sheen of sweat on her and he breathed in the strong smell of her scent. Probably from the copious amount of juices that strained her hands and thighs. HR prided himself on being a gentleman, but a gentleman was still a man.
He leaned down to kiss her, throwing whatever fears he had about Jazmin’s wrath or his own insecurities out of his mind. He was living in the moment and at this very moment he wanted her. It had been interesting to watch her moan at her own touch. But now he wanted to hear her scream because of him.
“Oh! Looks like it’s your turn!” His what?
HR stopped his downward momentum to follow her eyes towards their waists.
Well look who decided to show up on his day off.
He saw his hard cock pressed up against her pussy, the fabric of his underwear wet with her juices.
“My turn for what?”
Gods he loved the way she laughs. “To masturbate dummy. You saw me so it’s only fair I get to see you.”
Author’s note: Hey guys, thanks for reading this far and I hope you liked what you’ve read. I’m always looking to improve so if you have any suggestions on things I could do better or even just comments things I’ve done well, feel free to post them here or send one of those private ones.