Lenny’s groaning, Rachel’s blurring hands and Sally’s gawping continued for another ten intense minutes. By this time Rachel had switched hands several times and seemed to be struggling.
Eventually she stopped frustratedly. “Shit. How close are you to coming? My arms really ache.”
Lenny didn’t pause his breast groping. “Still a way to go, girl.” He looked up at her slyly. “Of course if you give it a suck, I’ll come a lot quicker.”
Rachel shuddered. “No fucking way. I am not putting that thing anywhere near my mouth,” she refused.
“Well then, don’t stop or it’ll take even longer,” he said.
Rachel once again began to masturbate him, although at a slower pace. After a few more minutes she sighed exasperatedly, “Sally you’re going to have to help me.”
“What? No way, Rachel. I’ve told you I’m married. I can’t!” Sally whined.
“Well, my hands are going to cramp up entirely soon. And my tits really hurt. Stop twisting my nipples like that!” she barked at Lenny who smirked back at her but continued to play forcefully with her breasts.
“I can’t help! What if Ian were to find out!” Sally complained.
“Well don’t fucking tell him! It’s just a handjob for Christ’s sake! Honestly if you don’t take over I’m going to have to stop!”
Lenny looked up at this. “Don’t fucking stop. That would be a violation of my rights as a disabled person. I would be forced to contact head office as well as, potentially, the press to expose your bigotry. And anyway, I’m getting really close.”
“Oh, shit,” Sally swore uncharacteristically. She just couldn’t let Lenny tell anyone that her office wasn’t complying with a national directive. At best her career would be sidelined. At worst she would be sacked. She moved around the desk and, taking a deep breath, grabbed hold of Lenny’s cock as Rachel let go. She began to toss him off tentatively.
“Faster, you dirty little whore. That’s it, faster!” Lenny hissed as Sally increased her pace.
Rachel shook her hands out until they felt better before grasping the lower part of Lenny’s penis to help her out.
“Oh yes, girls, that’s lovely, don’t stop!” Lenny encouraged. He put an arm around each of them and slipped his hands onto their own heads, holding them by the hair.
Sally was sickened. She couldn’t believe she was masturbating an ugly dirty stranger with awful body odour. And with one her own staff! She closed her eyes to avoid looking at the bulbous head of Lenny’s penis.
Without warning Lenny began to come. He firmly held onto Rachel’s and Sally’s head as enormous ropes of jism came shooting copiously out of his cock.
Sally managed to avoid most of it by wriggling away from him but she still felt a jet of spunk hit her left cheek.
After a few moments she opened her eyes. She could feel the cum on her cheek dripping onto her top. “Oh no, I’ve got some on my blouse!” she complained.
She looked up at Rachel’s disconsolate groan.
Rachel had by far caught the worst of Lenny’s ejaculation. Her face, hair and boobs were covered in foul-smelling semen. She had her mouth clamped shut to avoid allowing any into her mouth. And her eyes were flashing with fury.
Sally grabbed a box of tissues from her desk and gave them to Rachel who took handfuls to wipe the spunk from her face and boobs.
“You bastard,” she finally said to Lenny. “You bloody held my head down and came on my face on purpose”, she spat.
“Sorry, love,” the self-satisfied Lenny sneered as he zipped himself up. Somehow, he’d managed to avoid any of the mess. “It was an accident. Anyway, a little bit of cum never hurt anyone.”
Sally cleaned herself up as best she could with the last remaining tissue. “Thanks, Rachel. I know that was, er, difficult but I’m very grateful for your help in maintaining our equal opportunities policy.”
Rachel swore fiercely. “I’ve got come in my hair, Sally! Loads of it. I don’t think he’s disabled. He’s just abusing the situation to get free handjobs from attractive young women. I’m going to go home now – I need a shower.”
“But Rachel! You can’t go yet; it’s only lunchtime. What if he needs any more, you know, relief today?”
“Well you’ll have to do it yourself, won’t you! Don’t you think everyone’s going to notice that I smell of spunk if I go back to my desk!”
Sally’s heart sank as she realised Rachel was right. “OK,” she nodded as Rachel left, slamming the door behind her.
She turned to the familiar smell of smoke as Lenny casually lit up another post-ejaculatory cigarette.
“Don’t worry, love,” he grinned. “You’ll do just fine on your own,” he added as he left her office.
For the next two hours, Sally jumped whenever anyone came to her door, knowing that, sooner or later, Lenny would start feeling excited again. She’d always been utterly faithful to her husband since they’d started to court and she knew that, if he were to ever find out, he would never be able to forgive her touching another man’s penis. Her hands still felt dirty despite repeated washings and she dreaded having to satisfy Lenny all by herself. However with Rachel gone for the afternoon she really had no choice as she just wasn’t close enough to any of the other girls whom Lenny had mentioned to ask them to do such a thing.
But, as he’d come at least four times already today, maybe he would be completely spent and wouldn’t need any more relief.
So when he entered without knocking, her heart sank. He locked the door behind him without a word, unzipped his dick and sat down in a chair with a satisfied sigh.
Sally stared horror-struck at his unpleasant greyish pink cock, already half-hard in anticipation.
“Well, come on then, Love. If you wait any longer then I might feel my rights as a disabled person are being violated. Come around here and sort me out.”
“Oh, please, Lenny. Is there any way you could just do it yourself this once time?” she begged.
“Sorry, darling. I need to come and my poor wrists won’t let me knock one out. Come on,” he commanded.
Sally reluctantly came to sit next to him, her nose wrinkling at his lack of cleanliness.
“Aw, great. Get your knockers out then; I can’t wait to see them.”
Sally put her arms to her chest to hold her breasts. “No! I’m not showing you my breasts. I’ll just, you know, masturbate you.”
“Sweetheart, you’ll be tossing me forever if you don’t let me feel your boobs. I need the extra thrill of a nice big pair of tits to get me off,” Lenny explained.
Sally reached out and grasped his erection. “Just let me do it like this,” she said as her hand sped up, rolling up and down his cock in a firm grip. She allowed her other hand to cup his balls and squeeze them gently, knowing that her husband loved this.
“OK, love. That does feel nice,” Lenny sighed. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you!”
Sally slowly tossed him off for a good quarter of an hour, occasionally pausing to fend Lenny’s clutching hands off before they could touch her breasts. She maintained a steady assured pace, switching hands when necessary, not wanting to go too quickly as Rachel had done.
Despite this she could feel her hands and arms tiring.
“I’d come a lot quicker if I could feel your tits,” Lenny advised as she started to slow. “At least open your blouse so I can look at your cleavage.”