Chapter 110

Clean again (relatively speaking), Jess turned toward Phil. Phil looked panic stricken as Jess gazed down at him; “Deer in the headlights” was the phrase that ran through my mind.

Jess sat down, cross legged, on the side of him, her back to the wall just as he was. Gently took his plate from his lap, she set it off to the side.

She went to unbutton his pants but he put his hands on hers to stop her.

“Jess-Ma’am, I don’t think it would be right,” he said. His tone was not upset, but sad.

“I’d like to do this for you, Phil,” Jess said calmly. She didn’t fight him but didn’t pull her hands away either.

“Ma’am, it feels wrong for you to, to ... put your mouth...” Phil trailed off, unable to finish.

“Alright, I’ll tell you what. No mouth. But I can see that you must be very uncomfortable down there. So just let me help you out. Sound fair?” Jess said.

“Ma’am...” Phil said, but Jess could tell he was wavering.

“It would mean a lot to me, Phil. That big, bad man over there-” - she gestured to me, the big bad man wearing a cock-cage and butt plug - “said he’ll punish me if I don’t make sure everyone is pleasured tonight. You wouldn’t want that, would you, Phil?”

There was no way Phil could possibly be buying that bullshit. But it was enough to make him look horror-stricken.

“No! No, Ma’am! Of course, not!” Phil exclaimed.

Jess clapped her hands together. “Great!”

Jess, I noted, got a lot of mileage out of that scam. Guess it was good she always kept it in her toolbox.

Jess resumed undoing his pants. She didn’t try and pull them down, just let them fall to the sides. Fortunately, he was wearing boxers and Jess was able to work her hand through the opening to pull out his cock.

The stereotype of African-American penis size proved true; he was a smidge smaller than Paul but still much larger than any of the rest of us. Jess worked it out until it was standing straight up like a flag pole from his crotch.

She curled her fingers around it and pumped slowly, her hand pulling the skin up and around his cockhead with each tug. A bead of pre-cum was already present at the tip.

Amelia went over and dropped down on Phil’s other side, making him the meat in the nude-girl sandwich. Amelia scooched over until her body was pressed against his.

Phil’s eyes glanced down at Jess’ tits before he quickly averted them. His face was beet red. Perhaps looking at her chest was inappropriate while she played with his dick Who knows.

Amelia cupped his chin with her hand and forcefully turned his head so he was facing her. Jess’ continued to pump his cock.

“Look at my chest, Phil,” Amelia said. Phil blinked before allowing his eyes to focus on her boobs.