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rushing to his cock. He shifted in his chair, crossing his legs to hide the sudden erection. What the fuck was his problem?
    “How’s it going with Tiffany?”  John asked, apparently done discussing his latest charge. “Is she ready for her final showing?”
    “We’re getting there,” Paul replied, relieved to have something else on which to focus. “I’ve never seen anyone fly as easily as she does. It would be an ego stroke, except I know I’ve got very little to do with it. She’s just a natural. If anything, I have to be careful with her. She has such a high pain threshold, I don’t get the normal distress cues. She just wants more, more and more.”
    They discussed Tiffany’s progress for a while, until John glanced at his watch. “Wendy is waiting for me back at the cabin. I’ll see you at dinner?”
    Paul nodded. “Yeah, see you then.”
    Just as John left, there was another tap at Paul’s door, this one more timid. Janice stood there, petite and lovely in her thong. She dropped to her knees and touched her head to the floorboards, her pert ass high in the air.
    “What is it, Janice?” Paul said, though of course he knew.
    “Please, Sir. I’m here to service you, if you would allow me the honor.”
    One of the perks of being a trainer at The Compound was full access to all the staff slaves, even those specifically owned, if the owner gave his or her permission. Because of the loss of control that resulted from having an orgasm during training, trainers were discouraged from direct sexual interaction with the ir trainees, instead using staff slaves to serve as surrogates. As a result, by the end of the day, male trainers often developed what Paul had heard called “blue balls” by older generations of men.
    Miriam, ever mindful of the needs of her trainers, sought to provide them with release. Janice was a dedicated cocksucker who often made the rounds before dinner to see if anyone was in need of her excellent services.
    Images of the lovely Alexis still ripe in his mind, Paul said, “Yeah. That would be great.” He stood and unbuttoned his jeans, tugging them, along with his underwear, down his thighs. Janice remained on her knees and crawled across the carpet, kneeling up in front of him.
    A smile curled over her small rosebud of a mouth as she reached for him. He closed his eyes and placed his hands on her bare shoulders as she began to work her magic. Her mouth was like hot, wet silk gliding over his cock.
    She took the length of him until her nose was at his pubic bone. She rested there, milking his cock with her throat muscles while doing something amazing with her tongue. Paul sighed his approval and then grunted as she gripped his balls tight, almost too tight, and she began to bob up and down on his shiny, rock-hard cock.
    When he was about to come, he felt her fingers slipping between his ass cheeks. A digit pressed inside the puckered ring of muscle, her other hand wrapping around the base of his cock like a second mouth while she licked and suckled him in a frenzy of perfect friction.
    Paul wound his fingers into her hair as his body shuddered and released its seed. She didn’t miss a beat, swallowing while still sucking and kissing his shaft as if it was the only thing in the world that mattered. Finally, as his spasms eased and his fingers loosened their grip in her silky hair, she pulled back at the precisely the right moment, when another flick of her tongue would have moved from pleasure to over-stimulation.
    His pants still around his knees, Paul sank back into his chair. “Perfect,” he murmured, his mind blissfully blank. After a moment he forced his eyes to open, looking down to see Janice ardently kissing the tops of his boots. He touched her shoulder and she looked up, an expression of pure rapture on her pixyish face.
    “Thank you, Janice. That was amazing, as always.”
    Her smiled glowed. “Thank you , Sir.”
    H e watched her crawl to the door, her luscious ass