Chapter 16: Thursday, May 16, 2024

“Hey, wake up,” Eve said gently as she shook Will’s shoulder.

“What? Huh? I’m awake.”

“The doc called. He asked if I could come in early. We are getting a new piece of equipment and he can’t be there in time to let the techs in and sign for it.”

“Oh, OK,” said Will, still more asleep than awake.

“And remember, I am going to meet my sister for drinks tonight. Unless you want another close call like Tuesday, you’re on your own for today.”

Will waved a lazy wave toward the door as Eve let herself out. He rolled over and fell back asleep for an hour.

When finally awake and at his office desk he lost himself in preparing a talk he volunteered to give to a new VP’s organization. It was more a history of the company and some reasoning as to why various processes were in place. Will hoped the VP would take it as an inspiration to set her new ways, but still keep the spirit of what they had established over the past two decades.

After lunch Will finished a solid first draft of his presentation. He spun in his chair and woke his personal computer from sleep. He searched for “stories of national masturbation month,” and was awarded with a several sites in which posters related their experiences from pervious years. He selected one of the search results by an author named Madam Slippery Silver.

The author’s moniker was explained in the story that Will chose.

“I’m a 59 year-old woman with a few silver hairs on my head, a bush that’s still as dark as the day of my high school prom, C-to-D sized tits that hang low and heavy, and an insatiable puss that has been getting a workout this month.”

Will’s shorts started to feel uncomfortable as he hardened with each sentence he read.

“The first week I masturbated in the shower with the water head, or in bed with my fingers. Never considered getting a toy. Then over the weekend I saw that a new adult store opened near my office. I didn’t dare go after work in fear of being seen by a coworker, but on Saturday morning I went back and checked out the place. Lots of lingerie and even more toys. Most didn’t interest me until I saw The Pounder.”

Slippery Silver went on to explain that The Pounder was a ten-inch dildo that was supposedly modeled after John Holmes. Its selling point was that lube could be put into the dildo and it oozed the slick substance out of small pores as needed. It also had another reservoir that contained their proprietary cum substitute that would shoot when constricted by the woman’s orgasm.

“I thought the fake cum shot was too gimmicky to be useful, but holy hot damn, when I came with that beast and felt it quiver and shoot its load of fake cum I came a second time.”

Will had his shorts pulled down and was absentmindedly stroking himself as he read Silver’s story. When he read about her orgasm with her new toy he was hard and starting to seep pre-cum.

He started the next story in Silver’s list.

“Whoever said there cannot be too much of a good thing knew what the fuck they were talking about. Six pops with The Pounder and my poor little girl was tuckered out.”

Will was stroking in earnest.

“But I’m a trooper and would not let an overly sensitive twat stop me from making the full month. Before lunch I was on a call with my boss. He’s twenty years my junior and a hunk. A total douche, but hot as hell. When he ran his fingers through his hair and smiled into the webcam I felt myself getting moist. I muted my mike and diddled myself to an at-work orgasm while imagining him ramming my pussy like The Pounder from the night before.”

Will reached for a Kleenex and retrieved it just in time to spew his load into the thin material. With his free hand he took his phone and snapped a pic of his softening dick and the cum-filled tissue. He sent it to Eve.

“Took matters into my own hands this afternoon. Hope you do the same. If not, I’m here to help when you get home.”

It was less than ten minutes later that he got his reply. It was a close-up picture of Eve’s pussy, dripping with her juices.

“I’m good, too.”