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GITJ Post 317: Friends with Benefits, p3

“I, um…don’t think that peg goes in that hole,” I said, looking again at the instructions and furrowing my brow, still struggling with this headache. I was never very good at this sort of thing, and I don’t think Lakshmi was either. I handed her a short wooden piece. “Here, try this one.”

“Haha at home daddy always used to build my furniture,” she laughed, taking the peg from me. We sat on the ground in the kitchen area of my one-room apartment over the office, pieces of what would at some point be my new “Jokkmokk” kitchen table strewed between us. After busting my old table in a fit of passion (with my back), Melissa had felt bad and apparently had the girls order me a new one on the company card. It had just been delivered in a group of large boxes, and it was the door buzzer that had finally allowed me to escape from where I’d woken on Lakshmi’s lap on the couch. She and I had then set to the task of assembling it and four matching new chairs. So here we were, the project a good distraction as Lakshmi had orders to stay with me for a bit, making sure I was okay after my health scare in clinic. So yeah…we were building a kitchen table. How hard could it be? “We are not doing too bad, right?” Lakshmi giggled.

“I beg to differ,” I chuckled, seeing as we’d - twice - had to remove legs that we’d put on backwards, and couldn’t find one piece we figured was pretty important. Plus, I didn’t have a real hammer. It was about 5pm and, wow. “We may be here all night,” I quipped.

“That is okay,” Lakshmi smiled, looking across the mess of table parts between us on the floor, her dark eyes sparkling from behind a mane of soft black hair, “I am having a lot of fun.”

I gulped, and set back to looking for that screw. Though she’d removed the shirt of her work uniform, Lakshmi had still been wearing her black scrub pants and now a brief tank which left little of her surprisingly full chest and shapely torso to the imagination. She had been a medical assistant of mine for more than two years now, and in the past I’d never thought of her as anything but a quiet, hardworking, reserved girl from a conservative immigrant family. That, of course, changed quickly since Melissa’s arrival. Like many of my previous employees, Lakshmi had seemed to blossom - in spades. She’d become very social with the girls, more focused on her appearance, and more confidently outgoing in general - though still proper and a little old fashioned, in her own way. She had also recently taken to the gym very seriously and it showed in her figure, with a nicely-muscled upper body but an absolutely devastating, lush rear end and set of legs. Her ass, I noticed, as she turned onto her side to reach some sort of table piece behind her, was likely as large as Melissa’s though the girl was a foot or so shorter. Perfectly round, shapely, enormous. Plush, something one could just sink into and gahhh…

I recalled, quickly, the moments of accidental intimacy Lakshmi and I had shared over the past few weeks. There’d been her sitting on my lap as we drove to the party downtown, or me sleeping alongside her and her friend Josie the night afterwards, and - double gahhh - the thing under the blanket in the backseat. Our relationship had obviously warmed well beyond that of employer/employee, and I was not putting up much of a fight to maintain professionalism. I was dating Melissa now, though, and felt conflicted being here alone with her, a girl who obviously fancied me and seemed to get more attractive by the week. Though that was true of just about all the girls these days…

As she turned back she handed me a washer, which I think matched the screw with which I was struggling, and smiled again, shyly. Had she caught me staring? We, uh, I had to admit, were having fun together, in our little project, but I know she’d been more-or-less assigned by the girls to watch over me. They were worried. I’d apparently passed out while examining a patient, a young one, and truth be told I didn’t remember much. I’d woken with a headache and, ugh ugh, a boner that for some reason just wouldn’t go away. I’d been doing my best to hide it and pray that it would eventually fade, but in my thin scrub pants that was easier said than done and it didn’t help that Lakshmi had been pretty obviously flirty with me this whole time. Admittedly, though, I could feel a stronger connection building between the two of us this early evening. About that I definitely felt conflicted. Again, I was dating Melissa, and shouldn’t be enjoying Lakshmi’s attention as much as I was. But she had been sent here indirectly on Melissa’s orders though, and everyone as far as I knew was aware of the, uh, accident I’d had under the blanket with Lakshmi in Josie’s car. So…nothing to worry about, right? Melissa was okay with this?

“How does your head feel?” Lakshmi asked, after a few moments of silence as we worked, each on our separate ends of the overturned tabletop.

“It’s, umm…” I began, deciding on some honesty, “still pretty crummy. That ibuprofen hasn’t done much.” It was true; my temples still gently pounded. I’m normally not one for headaches but this one was annoying and stubborn. I silently cursed it as I began to struggle with a new little blister-pack of screws that needed opening, my hands shaking. Bah why do they make these things so…hard…to…open?!

“Awww you poor thing, I am sorry,” Lakshmi lamented, watching me in my futile efforts for a long moment before reaching her hand out to me. “Here, let me do it,” she offered.

Without a thought I handed her the little package of screws and watched as she deftly peeled the thing apart. I sighed, a little, to myself, feeling once again emasculated by the women around me. Even she, ‘little Lakshmi’ (though she was probably six inches taller than me by now), had hands that were stronger than mine. “There we go,” she said, presenting the opened package back to me, blithely satisfied.

“Yeah, it´s… maybe it´s turning into a migraine, I don´t know,” I bemoaned, removing a screw and reaching for the Philips head.

“Oh, ok, I will talk to you low, nice and easy, okay?” she almost whispered, meeting my eyes with her huge, brown pools of understanding. God she was, Jesus fuck, really gorgeous tonight, in her own warm way.

“Thank you,” I replied, feeling my throat going dry. I set the screw to hole, working on the table leg.

“It is okay,” Lakshmi answered, attending herself once more to the opposite leg. She was in thought, I could feel, and I couldn’t help but watch the jiggles of her upper chest as she sat up on her knees and set to knocking in a wooden peg with a screwdriver butt that we were using as a makeshift hammer. “That girl from Minnesota really affected you huh?” she asked, when she spoke up again.

“Yeah I dunno what happened it’s….”

“You have to be careful, wear your mask in those clinics, at all times,” Lakshmi continued, taking a new tone with me, scootching a bit nearer, “Maybe you are getting allergic to the perfumes of some of the outside girls.”

Allergy doesn’t make sense, of course, I thought to myself, immediately…but then reconsidered. I did have some sort of bad reaction, and could still almost smell that ultra-voluptuous girl from more than six hours ago now. What do I know? Maybe it is an allergy to certain perfumes. “Yeah they do wear a lot, some of the girls we see,” I offered, readjusting my hips to appease the twitching swell I’d just felt in the erection pressed down my thigh. I tried to concentrate on getting this screw tightened.

“Strong perfume is definitely in style,” she said, “Here, how does mine smell?” I looked up to see Lakshmi offering her wrist across our little workspace, bringing it and her bare forearm to me. She scooted, on her knees, a bit closer to me, where I sat on my butt on the floor. I leaned in, across a bit, and she inched even closer. I took a smell of the warm skin of her wrist, breathing in the lovely perfume. Mmmmmm…yes. Now that was nice. The perfume that all these girls in the office seemed to be gravitating to was definitely a winner. It brought back memories, warm feelings, nostalgia and simpler times. It smelled like Melissa, and it made my boner surge.

I leaned in, across a bit, and she inched even closer. I took a smell of the warm skin of her wrist, breathing in the lovely perfume. Mmmmmm…yes. Now that was nice. The perfume that all these girls in the office seemed to be gravitating to was definitely a winner. It brought back memories, warm feelings, nostalgia and simpler times. It smelled like Melissa, and it made my boner surge.

Lakshmi smiled at me, seeing my reaction. “You like?” she asked.

“I, um…” I began, stammering now as my eyes were locked on hers. My heart fluttered and I felt the air crackle between us.

“Outside girls can be so aggressive with their perfume,” Lakshmi continued, “and, like, really aggressive in general. Don’t you think?”

“I, uh…”

“Do they make you nervous, sometimes?” she followed.

I paused, casting my eyes down and fumbling a bit with my screwdriver. I thought back on some other experiences I’d had with these Evolution patients - the sister of that Anderson guy, the several bodybuilders and corporate executives, a number of other young women - that had made me a little anxious. Many of them did seem pretty, uh, strong of personality, and at my diminished size they were by and large now bigger than me. So, yeah, I had to admit to myself in that moment that there had been times in the past couple weeks, in these clinics, that I felt-

“Frightened?” Lakshmi pressed, watching me impotently struggle with the Philips head.

“Well, th-that might be too strong a word,” I answered, finally finding some purchase with my task, twisting the screw in to the table leg, “they are, uh, my patients, remember, and even if I haven’t been feeling, like, a hundred percent myself these days, I still-“

“Of course,” Lakshmi stopped me, her voice unusually firm. She put down the Allen wrench she’d recently been using, and pushed her hair behind her ears. “The girls and I have been talking, though, and they wanted me to speak to you,” she began again, her mein a bit more serious, “we do not think it is a good idea that we allow you into the room alone with these patients, anymore.”

Allow? “Well, Lakshmi, I think-“

“We think one of us should be with you at all times, at least when you are in the Evolution clinic, working with their study patients,” she insisted, “It is important. It is important to us that you stay safe. Do you agree?”

Our eyes had met, again, over the strewn pieces and parts of my soon-to-be kitchen table. Into hers I looked, fighting back the impulse to just lash out, as petulant as I would probably sound, and bristled at this suggestion. ‘Stay safe’?! Not be allowed alone?! The ignominy of the idea, that the girls had been discussing me like this, making decisions about my safety - among women - made me immediately defensive. But, looking into Lakshmi’s big, liquid eyes of chestnut brown, reading the warmth of the slight smile with which she regarded me, I didn’t see any ill will or even mischief, only the benevolence that I knew was strong in her character.

As I was wrestling with my feelings, Lakshmi continued to explain. “After the election wins, now,” she began, reminding me of the onslaught of victories the New Women’s party had garnered, yesterday, “women, like the ones we see in clinic but everywhere else too, are only going to get more assertive, and aggressive. We care about you, we all do. We do not my want to see you get…hurt.”

That hit me, I felt it. An instinctual pang of…what was it? Male pride? Some survival instinct? Whatever it was, it made my cock throb again, a submissive little shiver crackling through my skin. I spoke, I think, before I even considered what I was saying. “Yeah, I, uh…well, seeing the way all you girls reacted, watching everything on the news…it was a little bit of a shock,” I admitted, watching Lakshmi nod in understanding, urging me to continue, “There’s a lot of…hormones running around, a lot of female…whatever it is. Pride?”

“Female Empowerment?” Lakshmi offered, “Women taking control, winning? Yes. Go on.” She had put her tools down, sat back on her bulging haunches, hands on her knees.

I paused, my pulse quickening a bit as I watched her dark eyes sparkle. “Y-yeah I guess does make me a little nervous…” I continued, “Like, confused? Like, what’s going to happen next?”

“It is okay that you are confused, I understand, that is natural,” she obliged, “But now that it is after the election, men like you do not have to bother themselves thinking about politics any more. Isn’t that, maybe, nice?”

What was she saying? Why was it making me shiver? Shouldn’t I argue? “S-sure,” I agreed anyway, “I never really followed politics…”

“Men have become less interested in them, it is true,” she said, “But girls are very excited, now, now that we have our chance. And we will do a good job, I promise, doing it all. All of us, we want what is best for you.”

I blinked, and fought to keep my eyes from roaming down Lakshmi’s hourglass figure. Hands still on her knees, she had her shoulders back, chest presented up. Wait. Were we talking about the girls at the office? “Yeah, n-no…I guess you’re right. they…they all want what’s, uh, best for me?”

Lakshmi’s smile bloomed, big and brilliant and warm, “Yes, of course we do!” she beamed, biting her lower lip and leaning towards me again, tempting my mettle with her cleavage.“You are lucky you have responsible women in your life that care about you,” she said, cocking her head, and considering me, “You are just going through a rough patch, with your divorce, with the practice failing, with your health. You need somebody…or a bunch of bodies…to help you.” She watched as I played with the screwdriver in my hands, fumbling again distractedly with the table leg. I looked around; I actually needed an allen wrench, now. “Here,” she said, seeing my clumsy attempts to stay focused, “let me get you what you need.”

At that, Lakshmi turned a bit and - still on her knees - stretched out to reach for a tool she’d discarded on the floor, off to the side, one hand on the ground for support and lifting her big earth of an ass into the air. Arching the small of her back, her enormous and shapely bottom drew my unblinking stare with its inescapable gravity. She paused for a moment, presenting the undeniable spectacle of her figure in profile - the tiny waist, the swell of her planetoid rear stretching at the thin cotton blend of her scrub bottoms. No words were spoken and I’m not sure she understood how exceptional her proportions were and how powerful the effect of them could be, but she must have felt my leer. I gulped, despite myself.

My cock, now, was absolutely rock-solid, throbbing down my thigh and threatening to tear through my own thin scrub pants. Blood had begun leaving my brain, feeding my loins, making my head start to swim. I think I stammered something as I watched Lakshmi sit back up.

“What is wrong Dr J?” she asked, innocently, “You are stuttering. Am I making you nervous?” The tone of her voice made me think that maybe she did understand what that huge ass of hers could do.

“n-n-no, I jUST, uh…” I heard my voice crack, like a teenager’s. Oh no.

Lakshmi giggled. “You know all us girls are just here to protect you, right? Make your life easier, nicer?” she asked, her eyes watching my face as she turned back, moved forward around the overturned tabletop, coming closer, “Including me?”

“Y-yES but…” I began, voice cracking again, not knowing what to say. From where I sat, on the ground and a bit slumped, Lakshmi rose above me, kneeling.

Lakshmi cocked her head again, to the opposite shoulder. “Lay your head on my lap,” she said to me.

“Wh-what?” I balked, once more remembering - more acutely now - what had happened last time I laid head and shoulders across her full thighs. There was a blanket, her shirt over my head, and her hand between my legs.

“Melissa said to do anything I say, right?” she beamed, expanding now, sitting up straighter. Her confidence, it seemed, had begun to swell.

“Uhhh…”

“Did you read her texts..?”

“Yes but…”

“No buts, Dr. J,” she giggled, reaching her arms out towards me, “come here, lay that head down. You know my thighs make a good pillow.”

With hands now about my shoulders, she eased me back, down. If I struggled I don’t remember, and voiced only maybe the meagerest of protests. As the distance between us, between the back of my head and the softness of her big thighs grew smaller, so did my resistance. She’d taken me onto her lap, her plush girl’s lap, and I gazed up at her from it.

She smiled down at me.

“Oh, Dr. J, I am so glad we are alone here,” she said after a moment, brushing my cheek with the gentle fingers of her right hand, “I have wanted to…protect you, have time with you…so much.”

“I’m…I’m glad you’re here too,” I found myself saying despite the swarm of misgivings buzzing through my head, “I kn-know you’re looking out for me, and I’m glad I have you to talk to.”

As Lakshmi held me there in her lap like a tender young mother, I could feel her affection redouble upon itself. I was saying everything she wanted to hear. “You know you can always talk to me…” she said, her voice soft but latent with excitement and a building ardor, adding “…or Melissa, or any of the other girls.” She paused, and gathered something, courage. “But it is me that is here now,” she finished, “so tell me how you are feeling.”

I laid there, in the lap of this warm, beautiful girl that smelled really good and meditated for a moment. I thought about the last few days, weeks, months, all as Lakshmi peered down at me, holding my head with one hand, caressing my cheek with the other. I struggled with the feelings of insecurity and guilt inside of me, but also with anger and a bit of fear feeling that so much about this place - this office, this world in which I used to feel so safe - was coming apart. I began to tell her, I began to say it all, opening up in ways I’d never really done to anyone except you, dear reader. Lakshmi seemed kind enough to give me a shoulder - or a lap, as it were - on which to cry. And I think I did, a little. Cry. There was something about her manner, and her perfume, that just let me open up to her so freely.

Lakshmi was now cooing down to me, cuckling and coddling my emotions and letting me vent. Tenderly she caressed my hair, rubbed my knee, stroked my thigh. I spoke to her of my mistakes, my weaknesses, my failed marriage and failing health. My boner was, yes, readily apparent straining up against the right leg of my scrubs, but neither of us seemed to pay it any mind, for the moment. I was almost beyond the embarrassment of it. It was more the fact that I was now so vulnerable that upset me. Was this the image I gave to everyone? Women seemed so attentive and indulgent around me. Was it pity? Were they showing sympathy for me because I seemed so misfortunate?

“No, oh no no no,” Lakshmi assured me, having taken with me now the tone of a mother to an upset young child, “You are not pathetic. You are still a man. If you are strong enough to open up to me, you are strong enough to handle all of this. I am here, Melissa is here, we are all here.” I looked up at her, she down at me over her maidenly bosom. “All of us, together, we are on a journey. We can handle this. This…and more. Whatever comes, we will all be together,” she continued, “You will not be beaten by life, if you embrace it, let us help you.”

“b-b-but…” I answered, trying to keep from blubbering but taking her words in and feeling how - yes, like her lap - they felt like a big, soft nest. I could…I could just sink into it, like I had into Lakshmi. But still! “…but I feel so s-small.”

Lakshmi cocked her head and looked at me, tut-tutting. “You know, you should stop thinking people are looking down at you because of it,” she spoke, “They love it, actually. It makes them feel like they can help. And that’s all we are trying to do. We are just trying to help.”

I was still upset. “B-but…but that’s easy for you to say - look at you, look at all of you,” I began again, “You’ve all gotten stronger, taller…”

“...We’ve gotten bigger these,” she giggled, pushing back on her shoulders and out on her chest, emphasizing the new dimensions of her boobs.

“oh my god…” I groaned, despite myself, feeling my erection surge and more blood leave my brain. I couldn’t even joke about it, the effect big breasts like hers now had on me.

She giggled, but then she hushed me. “Shhhhh….shhshhshhh,” she said, “Just settle your mind and think about the good things that are happening to you. Think about Melissa. You two are falling in love, aren’t you?”

“Y-yes,” I admitted, “I think so…”

“She is gorgeous, isn’t she?” she said patiently.

“Oh my god, yes,” I replied, as eager images of Melissa filled my head. Her height, her body, her beauty and strength. There was…a lot to love. But was there, in fact…too much? Could I handle her?

“Have you told her all this?” she asked, “What you have been telling me?”

“W-well…no, I guess not.”

“Dr. J,” Lakshmi began again, “You should. You should open up to her like you are doing with me.”

That made me think. Why…why hadn’t I been as candid or forthright with Melissa? Were we…just not there yet, in our relationship? Or was it…well…

“Does she scare you, a little?”

That gave me pause. Some of the things she said to me, when we were together? “Well I dunno. Maybe? She is…so strong. And can be very, uh…aggressive, when she gets, uh…excited.” Jesus…remember why we were sitting here, building this thing? She broke my kitchen table. But it wasn’t just that. It wasn’t that she made me feel small and weak and so fucking fragile, whenever she held me. In fact, I’m loathe to admit, part of me actually liked that. “And it’s also like…why does she like me, why does she want me? Why does she need me? Look at me. I’m old, I’m boring, I have, like, no money. And I’m a…I’m a twerp.”

“Oh tsktsk listen to you!” Lakshmi scolded, slapping my thigh playfully, “You are just being insecure. Nobody likes that!” She hugged my face, suddenly, to her trim belly. “And, Dr. J, everyone likes you.”

Did that make me feel any better? I don’t know. “No, really, Lakshmi,” I said as she released me from her playful hug. I was being more open and honest with her than I’d been with myself when I continued. “She told me she was moving, earlier this week. I offered to help. She said she didn’t need it.” It’s true; it was just a casual thing, an offer for help but her refusing? “That had hurt a bit, made me feel a little…useless.”

As I lay there in her lap, treading in a pool of my own self-pity, Lakshmi nodded. Her voice had taken on a strange, tentative concern. “Did she tell you why she was moving?”

“Um, not really,” I admitted, “Some sort of trouble with her landlord she said?”

Lakshmi paused again, thinking to herself. “I guess that is sort of true,” she said, sounding satisfied. She bit her lower lip and looked down at me. “You know, Dr. J, we have known each other a long time. I have been working with you for more than two years. I have really enjoyed it, I really look up to you. I love being your medical assistant. But I feel that, now, I am not only your assistant, I am also a friend. Is that okay? Am I being too…assumptive? Because I would hate t-”

“N-no,” I stopped her, “I…I do feel, recently, that we’ve become, like…friends.”

That made her smile. “I would like it if you could come to me if, I don’t know, you need advice, help, or you just need someone to listen, okay? I know you have Melissa but…she cannot be with you all the time.”

“n-n-no…that’s true…” I agreed, my heart - goddamn me and this thing between my legs - starting to quicken with the promise in her voice.

“And you need someone all the time, don’t you?” she asked, rhetorical, “That is why you have us. That is why you have me, here, tonight.”

I watched as her left hand left my thigh and took hold of the drawstring of my scrubs. On instinct, my own hand went to grab her wrist. “Lakshmi, w-wait…’

“Shhh…Dr. J,” she whispered, undeterred and now pulling on the string, releasing the knot of my waistband. As the tension from my pants lessened around it, my nine-inch erection rose to tent my thin pants, and Lakshmi cooed. “Melissa wants me to do this,” she explained, as she pulled now at the waist of my scrubs, loosening them further, “She told me. I need to help you get rid of your…headache.”

“L-Lakshmi, please…” I begged as I tried to rise, a bit, bringing my shoulders up off her big left thigh.

Her wrist breaking free from my weakened grip, she suddenly grasped my shaft through the thin cotton blend of my scrubs, taking it into her soft but strong hand.

I groaned - “nnnnngh..!” - my whole body immediately tensing as pleasure shot through my bones in a shockwave and bringing me to curl forward even further. “n-no…” I somehow managed, “y-y-you don’t need t-”

“Oh, but Dr J…I want to…” she implored, squeezing me through my pants, bringing another spasm to wrack through my body.

I didn’t, now, have the strength to resist. “oh god, oh god…Lakshmi…okay…” I moaned, now collapsing back, back onto her lap, my body going limp.

Lakshmi purred. “Good boy…” she lauded, and though my eyes were now closed I could feel her smile wash over me and my giant, obstinate boner. “I would like you to know that you are not alone,” she began, as she squeezed me gently, then began to gently massage me through my scrub pants, “You can always count on me. Or come to me if you need something.”

“y-y-yes, okay…” I acceded, lost already in the indulgent comfort of her hand. God, I’d forgotten how bad this erection was, how much I needed relief. And this was all from that girl, from Minnesota…Thalia?

“Let me take it out,” she offered, and released me for the moment to further, carefully loosen my drawstring, and then pull the waistband of my pants and boxers down.

“Oh my,” she softly exclaimed, as I opened my eyes and saw it myself: my enormous penis, coming into view, revealing itself in all its swollen, vein-pulsing glory. It had a certain nobility about it, I guess, a horrific majesty that seemed to dwarf me and my thin waist and legs. “I have never really seen it for real, like this, your erection,” Lakshmi marveled, as she moved my clothes a bit further down my frail hips, “only through your pants…”

“I’m…I’m sorry…” I began, aghast at the monstrosity of it. To take and appease this thing was a task, good god, not for the faint of heart.

“No I love it,” she answered, and I saw - in glancing up at her - that she was laser-focused now, rapt on my throbbing organ. “It is okay. I am here to take care of you. Melissa says so,” she repeated, as she opened her expectant hand wide to take hold of me again, “We are friends. She wants us to do this…”

At that, I groaned again anew and arched my back, thrusting up into her hand as she gripped me full around the shaft. I moaned her name and fell back, and allowed her to begin her ministrations. Oh. My. God. Oh my god.

“There you go, there you go….good boy,” she purred, delighted with the ease with which she had me cowed, paralyzed, acquiescent on her lap under the command of her equanimous hand. She took to stroking me, slowly at first, cooing at me as she watched the waves of pleasure that she was bringing me run over my bones, through my body, transporting me. “That’s right, Dr. J, just lay back, let me do this for you. Let me bring you back…”

At the moment I had no thoughts, no perspective, no presumptions complicating my mind aside from what I was being gifted, this young girl’s warm hand on my cock. But now, as I write and read this to you, I know exactly what was happening. This was Lakshmi, worker bee, performing her instinctual duty to bring me back to the thrall of the home, of Melissa’s hive. I had been exposed to an outside influence, the pheromones of another, and I was suffering for it. Nothing, at this point, that couldn’t be remedied, but something that had been causing me discomfort. I groaned. Not in pain, now, but in the pleasure of being brought back to the yoke.

I groaned again, bringing Lakshmi to tut and coo. “Awww…!” she clucked, seeing the consternation on my face, as my mien tensed and scrunched. I looked as if I was struggling. “Would it be easier if I showed you a picture? I might have some, of Melissa, on my phone…”

I could only grunt, shake my head, clamp my eyes shut, concentrate. Her hand, still rhythmically stroking my cock, demanded all my attention.

“No? Okay, how about a picture of my butt then?” she <giggled!>.

“Ohhh g- g- g-... Lakshmiiiii…”

“No? Oh gosh you are so close, aren’t you? Here, you can just look into my eyes, open up,” she enjoined, bringing me to open my eyes once again, look up at her over the swell of her bosom, “You need this to clear your head…”

With that, her wrist, of her right hand, was in front of my nose again. “Breathe…” she instructed me, and I took a deep breath of her sweetly flowerful perfume. Immediately I felt a wave of even greater pleasure wash through me, and I sighed. My climax, now, began to really build. “There you go, that’s nice, right?” she implored, “Breathe deep, smell that. That is us. That is Melissa and your girls. We take care of you, now.”

“oh, christ, oh god….” I groaned, breathing in again and letting myself be drawn away on another wave of pleasure, out into their warm ocean, where her hand and their hands and their soft hair and skins and smiles welcomed me into the depths, the dark dark depths where I could be safe and…nnngh…safe and….nnngh…safe and…

“Safe, Dr. J, you are safe with us,” Lakshmi cooed, her hand now inexorably guiding me through to my final release, jumping, pumping, pumping. I felt it, she felt it, it was right…there, so close. Her wrist - she drew it back from under my nose, and moved her right hand now up, under her top, under her bra, “Safe and protected, safe and warm, safe and sound…” Her hand was between her breasts, rubbing her skin, gathering her scent stronger from her dark humid warmth. She slid it back out and when she removed her hand she clasped it, now, fingers and palm over my mouth and nose. My eyes shot open and I breathed in and it was all her and-

“NNNNNNnnnnnnnNNNNNNNNNGGGGHHHOHHHM-m--m-m---my goddddd…..” I finally groaned, and felt myself explode, my hips lurching upwards, my legs spasming and shaking, my whole head swimming and diving down drawn down until I gasped, filling my lungs with the perfume from her breasts from her hand and drawing it in drowning drowning. Come shot from my cock, I felt it first splatter hot and wet on my chest and neck, and I heard her start to coo.

“Oh, Dr. J, yes, yes, yes…” she extolled, with exalted excitement, hand still clasped around my face, “come for me, yes, get it all out. Get it all out for me….good, good, good boy…yes…”

“Lhkshmuh oh mh gdd…” I gasped, muffled into her palm, my breath rattling, body spasming, coming in rope after rope of hot jism through the air and onto my torso, “oh my god Lakshmi…”

“Shhhhh sweet boy, shhhhhh…” she purred, gentle left hand still pumping me through my climax, urging as much pleasure for me as she could make while her right hand held my face immobile, clasped over my breath. “Breathe me in, breathe us in…there you go, good boy…”

I grunted, I groaned and moaned, headache forgotten but climax still rolling over me. Lakshmi urged and guided me fully through my pleasure and though she would bring me to final aftercare I would pass out quickly there, several minutes later, asleep in the lap of luxury, once again in the hands of the hive.

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