Sarah's heart hammered as Tom's voice cut through the bedroom door. 'Babe? You okay in there?' The knob jiggled again, insistent. Inside the closet, Ethan crouched in the dark, breath shallow, his cock still slick with her juices and his own cum that hadn't fully released delayed by the system's strong grip on his stamina. Blue balls ached already. Sarah's robe hung loose, cum trickling down her inner thigh, warm and sticky. She glanced at the closet door, eyes wide with panic and lingering lust.
'Yeah, honey! Just... changing into something comfy,' Sarah called out, voice steady but edged with strain. She wiped her thigh quick with the robe's hem, the fabric soaking up the evidence. Ethan pressed against the wall, muscles tense, listening to her bare feet pad across the carpet. The door creaked open a crack Tom's face appeared, brow furrowed. 'Thought I heard something. Wings are ready downstairs.'
Sarah forced a laugh, light and casual. 'Sounds good. Be down in a sec.' Tom nodded, oblivious, and pulled the door shut. Footsteps retreated down the stairs, the TV blaring back to life with cheers from the game. Sarah rushed to the closet, yanking it open. 'Go. Now. Window.' Her whisper was urgent, hand pointing to the one overlooking the backyard fence.
Ethan slipped out, shirt half-tucked, pants zipped but bulge obvious. He grabbed her waist, pulling her into a quick, desperate kiss lips crashing, tongues flicking one last taste of her sweetness. 'Tomorrow,' he murmured against her mouth, hand squeezing her ass cheek. 'At the get-together. I'll finish what we started.' She shivered, nipples peaking under the robe, but pushed him away. 'Hurry. Love you... wait, no-go!'
He nodded, moving silently to the window. It slid up easy, cool night air rushing in. Ethan swung a leg over, glancing back at Sarah's flushed face, her eyes hungry. Then he dropped, landing soft in the yard, knees bending to absorb the impact. Bushes rustled; he froze, but no lights flipped on. Heart racing, he darted to the side gate, opening it quietly. The street was empty. He jogged, adrenaline pumping, cock twitching with every step frustrated, heavy, begging release.
He managed to see a taxi going his way. In the car, engine humming low, Ethan gripped the cock. The drive home was blurred streetlights flashing, mind replaying Sarah's pussy clenching around him, her moans cut short. Cum had leaked out of her, but his load? Held back, balls swollen and sore. 'Fuck,' he muttered, shifting in the seat. The system stayed silent, no ping yet. Ethan's Home was a small apartment downtown, stairs creaking under his feet as he climbed. he managed to open the door, the walked into the house horny. Door shut—finally alone.
He stripped fast in the living room, clothes hitting the floor. Sitting room was dim, just a lamp glowing soft. Couch sagged under him as he sat, naked, cock standing rigid veins thick, head purple from the ache. Blue balls pulsed, a deep throb that made him groan. Pre-cum beaded at the tip, slick trail down the shaft. He needed relief, bad. TV remote in hand, he flicked it on, scrolling channels quick. Porn site loaded on the smart TV free stream, no hassle.
The video started: a blonde like Sarah, bent over a kitchen counter, her guy pounding from behind. Moans filled the room, wet slaps echoing. Ethan's hand reached for the drawer lube bottle, cool and thick. He squirted a generous glob into his palm, the scent clean and slick. Fingers wrapped his cock, spreading it slow shaft gleaming now, every ridge shiny. He stroked base to tip, grip firm, thumb circling the head on each upstroke. 'Ah, shit,' he breathed, eyes on the screen. The woman in the video cried out, pussy stretched wide, juices dripping.
His mind wandered, not just to the porn to Sarah. Romantic haze settled as he pumped slower, savoring. He pictured her not in rush, but soft light of morning, sheets tangled around them. Her blonde hair fanned on the pillow, blue eyes soft with want. 'Ethan,' she'd whisper, hand tracing his chest, nails light over his pecs. In fantasy, he'd roll over her gentle, kissing her forehead, then lips slow, deep presses that made her sigh. Tongues would dance lazy, breaths warm and shared.
On the couch, his strokes matched that rhythm long, deliberate pulls, lube squelching soft. Balls drew up tight, but the ache lingered, blue and heavy. He imagined sliding into her romantic, no hurry. Her legs parting wide, pussy lips pink and welcoming. Head of his cock nudging in, inch by inch, her walls hugging velvet tight. 'You feel so good,' he'd say, voice low, holding her gaze. She'd arch, breasts pressing his chest nipples hard points scraping skin. They'd rock together, hips circling slow, building heat like a fire kindled gentle.
The porn shifted now the couple face-to-face, missionary deep. Woman wrapped legs around, heels digging his ass, urging harder. Ethan sped up, hand twisting on the downstroke, lube flying in droplets. His free hand cupped his balls, rolling them light swollen, sensitive, sending jolts up his spine. 'Fuck, Sarah,' he groaned aloud, head back against the couch. Fantasy deepened: her whispering sweet nothings, 'I need you inside me, always.' Kisses trailing his jaw, neck sucking soft marks that'd fade by morning. His thrusts in the dream turned romantic grind, clit rubbing his base, her breaths hitching in his ear.
Sweat beaded on his forehead, cock throbbing wild now. Pre-cum mixed with lube, making strokes glide effortless fast, slick sounds filling the room over the video's cries. He edged close, abs clenching, toes curling into the carpet. Balls ached fiercer, blue fire burning. One more pump, and.....
BEEP. The system chimed sharp, voice calm in his head: 'Semen conservation protocol activated. Objective: Full creampie with Sarah at company get-together tomorrow. Staff and spouses attending. Reward: Stamina upgrade level 3. Abstain now—ejaculation denied.'
Ethan's hand froze mid-stroke, cock jerking angry in his grip. 'No, fuck' He tried again, pumping desperate, but a wave of numbness hit—system lock, pleasure fading to frustration. Balls throbbed worse, blue and denied, sack tight with unreleased load. He released, panting, cock bobbing untouched, a string of pre-cum dangling long. The porn played on, woman screaming her orgasm, but Ethan's body betrayed him stuck on the edge, horny hell.
He slumped, breath ragged, staring at the ceiling. Tomorrow's get-together loomed company banquet hall, tables full of colleagues, wives in dresses, husbands chatting deals. Sarah would be there, arm linked with Tom's, but her eyes? They'd find his, promising more. The risk higher now, surrounded by eyes. But the system pushed: 'Target locked. Seduction window: During event. High arousal detected in subject.' Ethan smirked through the ache, grabbing his phone. A text to Sarah: 'Can't wait for tomorrow. Dreamt of you.' Her reply buzzed quick: 'Me too. But careful Tom's excited for the party.'
Night dragged, blue balls pulsing with every shift. He cleaned up, lube sticky on his thigh, but sleep evaded mind racing with plans. Infiltrate the crowd, steal moments with Sarah. Maybe a dark corner, her hand sneaking under his jacket. Or bathroom stall, quick but deep. Romantic pull tugged too wanting her alone, whispers and touches that meant something. Dawn crept in, event hours away.
Will he succeed in banging Sarah and Cumming on her creamy pussy?