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Chapter 8: My third date with Layla, and some surprising realizations for me dating a "girl with male parts" As I was getting ready for work, Layla called. She began by saying that she had a great time last night, and was looking forward to tonight. She asked if I jerked off after she left? I confessed I had, thinking about her licking her fingers. She told me she was a little apprehensive about tonight, as well as our future. I asked her why? "When I came on your face, you put your hands up, like you didn't want to see my cock cum," she said, softly. "No, that wasn't the reason," I said. "Why did you do it then?" she asked. "I wasn't prepared for cum hitting me in the face. I didn't know what else to do," I said. "Do you have a problem with me cumming on you? If so, that's a huge problem, and we probably should call it quits now," she said angrily. "No, I'm ok with you cumming on me," I said. "So, what's the problem?" she asked, not satisfied with my earlier answer. "I was surprised," I said. "So the next time I come on your face, it would be ok?" she asked. "Yes," I said apprehensively. "I sense some hesitation," she said. "I'm not sure that I'm into that," I said. "Let me tell you a story. When I first came out as a girl, I dated a boy. The first time we had sex, he came on my face. I absolutely hated it. The second time we had sex, he did it again. I told him I didn't like it. The third time, he wanted to do it again. Instead of letting him spray my face indiscriminately, I opened my mouth. He took the hint and shot the cum inside. I like cum, and it was exciting to get it without having to wipe it off my face with my fingers. The next time, I closed my lips around his cock and didn't let any escape. I still don't like cum spraying on my face. It's so much easier when it goes right into your mouth. On the other end, I don't care if you come in my ass, on my ass, or on my cock. I'm not going to put cum into my mouth that came from down there," she said. "I see," I said. "Do you?" she asked softly. "If we're in a situation like this again, you're suggesting I open my mouth and let you cum in it," I said. "Yes," she said. I was quiet. "Will you?" she asked. "I don't think I can do that," I said. "What is the problem?" she asked. "I'm not sure about whether I want to suck cock," I confessed "That's a problem. Sexual reassignment surgery is very expensive. I've been saving for years, but I'm still a long way away from affording it. Until then, I'm going to have a cock. It may be a revelation to you, but cocks cum. Where they cum is entirely dependent upon the people involved. But, I'm not going to not have an orgasm if my cum might hit your face," she said snidely. "You were suggesting I suck your cock, or at least let you cum in my mouth," I protested. "I can see this was a mistake. You're not really interested in me," she said. "No, I am," I said. "You seem to be interested in the female version of me, not the present version. If you can't live with the present version, there is no way this will work," she said, sounding like she was about to cry. "I just said I wouldn't suck your cock," I said softly. "It's like you're rejecting me," she said, still on the verge of crying. "What can I say or do to make this right?" I asked. "You could try it, once. Rejecting it without trying it is unfair to our relationship," she said. "Ok, I'll try it," I said. "I think you'll like it," she said. "I don't know," I said. "It's actually very easy with the right partner. Until the orgasm, it's just like kissing any other part of your body, or sucking on your thumb," she said. "Ok," I said. "And you've already tasted my cum, so the orgasm won't be so surprising for you," she said, seemingly happy again. "When you kissed me after cumming on my face, you hadn't swallowed the cum, had you?" I asked. "No, of course not," she said. "Why did you do that?" I asked. "You had the dried cum taste earlier. It might have caused you to think that all cum has that salty sour taste. Fresh cum, like I exchanged with you when I kissed you, is very sweet. I think you'll agree?" she asked. "Yes, it was sweet," I said. "So, when I cum in your mouth, you won't be surprised," she said, now pretty happy. "Well, maybe from the fact that it'll be squirting, but not from the taste," I said. "So, you'll do this for me to see if we have a future?" she asked. "I will," I said. I don't think I was convincing. "On another topic. I didn't see an extra pillows on your bed, or lube on the bedside table," she said. "I don't have extra pillows or lube," I said. "Get some. One piece foam pillows are the best. Get hypo-allergic covers for them to protect them from fluids. Also get some dark colored pillow cases. Brown would be the obvious choice. I prefer astro-lube. You can buy it as a little pocket sized container, or a big honking pump jar. You'll want to buy the pump jar if you're going to have me over," she said. "Ok, I'll get that stuff today," I said. "Wal-Mart and Target sell all of it. No need to make a separate trip to the pharmacy for the lube," she said. "Got it," I said. "And to get you in the mood for tonight... I'll be wearing a coat to your door, with virtually nothing on underneath. As soon as that door closes, I'm shedding the coat," she said. "That sounds like fun," I said, enthusiastically. "Meet me at the door in your boxers," she said. "I will," I said. "And no jerking off. I want you full of cum," she said. "Ok, no jerking off," I said. "If you want me to stay the night, I'll need to bring work clothes," she offered "That sounds like a plan," I said. We said our good byes and hung up. On the way into work, I stopped at Wal-Mart and bought the items on the list. At lunch time, Layla called and left me a voice message asking that I put the pillows and lube on the dining room table. I got home a little early, put on a pair of new boxers, and then unpacked the pillows, put the covers, and then the pillow cases, on them. I broke the seal on the lube, and put a tiny bit on my hand to feel it. It was very slippery. As I was washing my hands, the front door bell rang. Quickly drying my hands, I rushed to the door. Looking through the peephole, I saw Layla on the steps. She had a gym bag with her. She was wearing a brown knee- length coat and a pair of black sunglasses. I opened the door. She came in, giving me a kiss as she passed me while I held the door open. I closed the door behind her. "Are you ready for this?" she asked. "I am," I said. She opened her coat, dropping it to the floor. She was wearing a pink garter belt, white stockings, and nothing else. Her cock was hard and bobbing in front of her. "On your knees. Let's see if you really want to be my boyfriend," she commanded. "Here?" I asked. "Yes, here," she said. I knelt down in front of her. "Do you need instruction, or do you remember the best blowjob you ever got enough to do it with me?" she asked. "I'll try without instruction, but feel free to give me pointers," I said, hesitantly. She moved closer, holding her cock in her hand, aiming it towards my face. "Go ahead then. It doesn't bite," she said. I leaned forward and touched my tongue to the end. It was warm. There was no taste. I moved my tongue over the head. She put her hand on my head. I ran my tongue down the length of it. It seemed to go on forever. When I reached the balls, I flattened my tongue on the underside and ran it back to the head. She moaned. I kissed the head, several times. I took her cock in my hand, brushing her hand away. I put the end of it against my lips. She moaned again. I slightly opened my mouth, and took the head in. No taste. Just a warm mass in my mouth. This wasn't so bad, actually. I ran my tongue over the head. Her hand tightened in my hair. I wanted more, so I leaned forward a bit, taking about half her cock into my mouth. It seemed large, but not huge. It was no problem for me to run my tongue over it while my mouth way full. She was moaning. I cupped her balls with my free hand, massaging them. She was slightly pulling me closer. I took a little more into my mouth. It hit the back of my throat. I gagged, and pulled back. She pulled back and began thrusting in tiny movements. I continued my tongue work. After a few minutes of this, she stiffened. I knew what was about to happen. The actual eruption was violent. Her cum boiled into my mouth. One, two, three, four hard squirts hit my throat. I had to swallow. Her cock continued to move. I continued sucking until she stopped moving, and swallowed again. She continued to hold my head, so her cock remained in my mouth, until she caught her breath a minute later. She let go of my head and pulled back, her cock clearing my mouth. It was wet with saliva. I let go of her cock with both hands I had been holding her. "So, how was that?" she asked. "Not bad, actually," I said, honestly. "Did you enjoy it?" she asked. "I enjoyed doing it for you," I said. "What happened to the cum?" she said. "I swallowed it," I replied "Not all of it. There's still a little left," she said as she squeezed a big drop out of her softening cock. I licked the drop off. "You like the taste?" she asked. "Yes, very sweet and tasty," I said. "Are you erect?" she asked. "Yes, solidly," I said. "Stand up and show me," she said. I stood up and dropped the boxers. She reached out and took hold of my cock. "Are you ready to properly fuck me?" she asked. "Yes," I said, as she began to squeeze my cock. She put her sunglasses on me, then she let go and walked into the dining room. Placing the pillows on the table, she bent over them and spread her legs. Her softening cock danged between her legs. Her hands spread her ass cheeks. "Use lots of lube," she said, as she showed me the object of my desire. I covered my cock with lube, and put a little onto her brown rosebud, before taking up position behind her. She flexed her sphincter muscles. The hole open and closed. "Use your fingers to open me and little," she said. I put a finger inside. It went easily. I pushed lube inside her, and then added a second finger. I wiggled the fingers against her prostate. She moaned a little. "I'm ready," she said, as she squirmed against my fingers. I positioned my cock at her opening, removed my fingers, and slowly pushed it in. She moaned loudly. I continued to push until I was fully inside her. "That's all there is," I said as she squirmed against me. "Don't be gentle," she said, pushing back against me. I fucked her slowly, then faster, then harder. She moaned and gasped as I pounded her hole. When I came, I buried myself fully in her ass. She was bucking against me. "I'm coming!" I cried. "Shoot your baby juice inside! Make me pregnant in my ass!" she screamed, bucking her ass against me. My orgasm seemed to last forever. When I finally finished, and withdrew, her ass gaped open. I could see my cum inside her. Her ass closed, holding the cum inside. She turned around and kissed me hard on the lips, throwing her hands aorund my head. The sunglasses she gave me to wear fell off. We kissed for a few minutes, standing in the dining room. She finally broke the embrace. "Cum is dripping down my leg. Could you get me a paper towel?" she asked. I left and got some paper towels. When I got back, she was holding her hand under her ass. She had the sunglasses on. She held out the hand from underneath her, showing me that the palm was covered in cum. "Your deposit from my ass. Can I have a paper towel?" she said. I handed her a towel. She wiped her hand. Getting another towel, she wiped her legs. She bent over. "Could you wipe back there? Be gentle, it's just had a heavy work out." Her ass was a little red, and there was a mixture of lube and cum near her brown rosebud. I wiped it clean, being as gentle as I could. She straightened up and handed me the used paper towels. "I'm not one of those girls who likes ass to mouth. Could you go wash your cock?" she asked. "No problem," I said, actually a bit relieved. She went to the hallway and retrieved her gym bag and coat. She hung the coat in the closet by the door, completely comfortable with the fact that she was walking around nearly naked. I went into the guest bath and washed my cock clean of her ass scent and juices. When I came out, she was in the kitchen. She was wearing my boxers, over top the garter belt and stockings. She had a bottle of champagne in her hand. "Do you have glasses?" she asked. I went into the dining room, and retrieved the only 2 champagne flutes I own from the china cabinet. "Waterford? How nice!" she said, as she popped the champagne cork. She poured us each a glass, while I held the stemware. "What shall we toast to?" I asked. "How about a new beginning?" she said. "To a new beginning," I said, and then drank the champagne. "To a new beginning," she said, drinking her glass of champagne. "This is good champagne," I said. "Moet et Chandon White Star," she said. "I'm impressed," I said. "I'm more impressed by the Waterford crystal," she said. "They were a gift from a divorced friend who I helped move. They were the wedding gift I gave him several years earlier," I said. "That's sad," she said. "She was a major piece of work. I think he's a lot happier now," I said. "Someday, I'd like to break the bad mojo of these and use these at our wedding," she said. "I'll make note of that, and tell the guests not to buy us crystal champagne flutes," I said, very seriously. She laughed. "Do you have anything to eat?" "What do you have in mind? I always have food in the house," I said. "Chicken breasts?" she asked. "What style?" I asked. "I'm not a good cook, but I can make lemon chicken," she said. "I am a good cook. Just have a seat at the kitchen table and watch me," I said. I reached into a closet and pulled out my apron and put it on. Since she had my boxers, I needed to cover up in case of grease splatter. I pulled out the chicken, produced a cutting board and mallet, and pounded the breasts flat. I then sprinkled them with spices, rolled them around fresh asparagus that I had on the counter, and pinned them closed with a toothpick. Reaching into a lower cabinet, I pulled out an iron skillet and a bowl. Layla yelled "Nice ass!" as I was bent over. I put the skillet in the oven, and the bowl on the counter. I pulled out some flour, salt, baking soda, and other items which I put into the bowl. After lightly mixing the batter, I washed my hands and got a frying pan, and another bowl out of the lower cabinet. Layla again yelled "Nice ass!" as I was bent over. "Not as nice as yours!" I replied, putting the frying pan on the stove and the bowl on the counter. "Do you like potatoes or rice?" I asked. "Quinoa?" she asked. "I have that. Do you prefer it healthy plain, or would you like it a little decadent?" I asked. "Oh, decadent," she said. I bent over again, and got a sauce pan out of the bottom cabinet. "My ass is no longer nice?" I asked. "I wasn't looking. Sorry!" she said. She was rummaging in her gym bag, which was open on the table. I mixed the Quinoa and coconut milk, added a few pitted cherries that I halved, and put it, covered on the stove. I grabbed a pot holder and pulled the iron skillet out of the stove. I dumped some butter into the skillet, then quickly formed biscuits out of the batter. When I finished, I put the biscuits into the oven. I washed my hands of the batter. Layla had pulled out a tablet and some wires and was fiddling with them. I stirred the quinoa. It was cooking nicely. I put some olive oil in the frying pan and tossed in the chicken. "What's your wifi password?" Layla asked. "deep six, spelled d-e-e-p-s-i-x," I replied, turning the chicken. I stirred the quinoa, and turned the chicken. After a few minutes, I pulled the biscuits from the oven. "That smells amazing," Layla said, as she fiddled with her tablet. "Just some biscuits, chicken wrapped asparagus, and decadent quinoa. Had I known you'd be hungry, I would have made some dessert for you," I said. "You're my dessert!" she exclaimed. I laughed, and separated the biscuits. The quinoa was almost done. The chicken was done. I sliced a lemon and squeezed the juice onto the cooked breasts. I got out some plates. "Do you want to continue with the champagne, or would you like something else to drink?" I asked, as I pulled the quinoa from the heat. "Just some water," she replied. I poured us both a glass of water, and put it on the counter. She was fiddling with the cords to her tablet. I plated the chicken and quinoa, and put the biscuits in a bowl. I grabbed silverware, napkins, and the drinks and walked over to the table. Layla was putting the wires into her gym bag. I peeked into the bag. On top was the typical nurses scrubs. I was half expecting to see it full of lingere. I put the silverware, napkins, and drinks down. Layla got up and set the table while I went back to get the biscuits and butter. When I placed it on the table, she drew a deep breath. "Those biscuits smell just like the ones I remember my grandmother making," she said. "Sit. I'll bring over the main course," I said. I got the two plates, placing one in front of her, and the other in front of me. "This looks and smells incredible. Where did you learn to cook?" she asked. "Mom figured I'd be a batchelor my entire life, so she started teaching me to cook when I was about 12 or 13," I said as I sat down. Layla gushed over the food. After every bite, she told me how amazing it was. When we were done, she helped me clean up and wash the pots and pans. She looked very cute in the boxers. She smacked my ass a few times, after chiding me for continuing to wear the chef's apron. Eventually, I took it off, exposing a raging erection. "Now, what shall we do about that?" she asked. "About the same thing we'll do with that," I said, pointing to the tent pole she was making in the boxers. She grabbed her gym bag. "Last one in bed is the girl!" she yelled and then raced to the hallway. There was no way I could beat her. She had a five step head start and I had to go around the kitchen island. She was at the top of the stairs before I even got to the first step. I arrived in the bedroom out of breath. She was breathing hard. She had dropped her gym bag on the dresser and was laying on the bed in the boxers with her cock making a perfect tent pole. I struggled to catch my breath. "What did you mean last one in bed is the girl?" "What do you think it means?" she asked coyly. "I'm almost afraid to imagine," I said. "You're out of breath. Why don't you come lay down?" she said. I laid down next to her. She reached over and began to stroke my cock. "You have a very nice cock," she said. "So do you," I said, reaching for her tent pole. She slapped my hand away. "Girls are passive. They aren't sluts. You'll wait until I tell you what to do," she said, continuing to stroke my cock. She got up. "We need the pillows and lube from the dining room. I'll go get them. Make yourself comfortable, but keep it hard for my return," she said. I laid back and casually stroked my cock while she retrieved the items from the dining room. When she returned, she tossed the pillows onto the bed. "Have you ever been milked?" she asked. "I'm not even sure what that is?" I said. "It's a technique in which the prostate is massaged. You'll ejaculate, but won't actually have an orgasm," she said. "That sounds wild," I said. "I'll do it to you. Then you can do it to me," she offered. "How is it done?" I asked. "First, where are your condoms?" she asked. "In the night stand drawer," I said, pointing. She opened the drawer and produced the unopened box of Trojens. "Trojens, really?" she asked. "What's wrong with them?" I asked. "They're lubricated with spermacide, which is completely icky. The next time you buy condoms for us, buy unlubricated without spermacide," she said. "Fortunately, we're about the same size. Mine might be a little tight on you, but it'll work," She went to her gym bag and produced a condom. She unrolled it over my hard cock. "Now, put the pillow underneath you," she said, putting a pillow next to me. I put the pillow under my butt. "Raise your legs," she commanded. "Wait. How do you massage the prostate?" I asked. "With your finger, or with a toy, through your ass," she said. "What kind of toy?" I asked. "A thin stick creatively called a prostate massager. I have one if you'd prefer that over my finger," she said. "No, I'd prefer your finger over a toy. I'm not sure about this, though," I said. "You've never had a girl stick her finger in your ass?" she asked, incredulously. "No," I said. "I thought all guys had that at one time. Lots of girls do it to get the guy to come faster while they're giving a blow job," she said. "Just your finger, right?" I asked. "Just my finger," she assured me. "Now, raise your legs and bend your knees. You'll want to get into a comfortable position." I raised my legs, bent my knees, and shifted around to put my hands under my knees to hold them up. "That's perfect," she said, as she squirted a bit of lube on her fingers. She put her finger at the entrance of my ass and slowly wiggled it in. "You haven't had anything back here, ever?" she asked. "No, nothing," I replied. "I'm going to touch your prostate now," she said. I felt an odd feeling in my pelvis, almost like I was starting to pee. The pressure increased. It felt like I was coming. My cock was jerking. I looked down. Cum had appeared in the condom. She continued to press, and began to move her finger from side to side, then front to back. The sensation of coming continued. The condom was filling with cum. It didn't feel like an orgasm, but it felt really good. "You ok?" she asked. "This feels good," I confessed She pressed in one particular spot. It felt like it does when I haven't come for days, yet I noticed no extra cum poured into the condom. "Looks like you're completely drained," she said, but didn't remove her finger. "Am I?" I asked. She moved her finger again. It felt like I was coming, but nothing more appeared in the condom. She removed her finger and wiped it on a tissue. "Leave the condom on, in case more drips out," she said "You can put down your legs now." I lowered my legs. She pulled the other pillow next to the one I was laying on, and laid down next to me. "Your turn to do me," she said as she wiggled out of the boxers. Her cock was hard and waving in the air. "Here's a condom," she said, handing it to me. It was the first time I ever put a condom on any other cock but my own, but I had no problems doing it. I got my finger lubed up and slipped it into her. It went in easily. "You'll need to pull your finger out a little. The spot you're looking for is the size and shape of a walnut and about 2," inside me," she said. I moved my finger to feel for the walnut. I had no difficulty locating it. I pushed on it gently. "That's the spot," she exclaimed as cum shot into the condom. I mimiced what she did to me. Her condom filled with cum, even more so than my own. After about 10 minutes, it was obvious she wasn't producing any more. "I think you're done," I said. "For a while now, actually. After you've done it a few times, you'll get a feel for when I'm out of cum," she said. "Ok, now the fun part," she said, hopping off the bed. The condom hung off her cock, the end filled with her cum. "Stand up next to me," she said. I stood next to her. My own condom hung similarly, although my cock was rather soft, unlike hers. "Be right back," she said, going to the bathroom. She came back with a cup. Any question about what was going to happen next was answered when she pulled my condom off and poured the cum into the cup. Just as quickly, she added the contents of her own condom to the cup. It mostly filled the small bathroom cup. There was a lot of cum there. "I drink, then we kiss," she said, tipping the cum into her mouth, before I could say anything. When she finished, she turned to me and kissed me, pushing my head back. She used her tongue to push the sweet cum into my mouth. I wasn't sure what she wanted, so I started to swallow it. She broke the kiss, and swallowed what remained in her mouth. "That was so hot!" she exclaimed. "Unexpected," I said. "You didn't like it?" she asked. "It was different," I said. "You're the girl. You should appreciate all the effort that went into giving you that huge load of cum," she said. "Oh, I know the amount of work that went into producing it. I just think it was hotter when we did it downstairs," I said. "Got it," she said "Why don't we snuggle in bed? I have a video on my tablet for you to see." We pushed the pillows off and hopped under the covers. She brought the tablet with her. She started the video. It was a view of the front of my house. The camera walked to the front door and I let it in. This was a video of earlier tonight. "How did you do this? I didn't see a camera," I asked. "The sunglasses have a camera between the eyes. I transferred it to the tablet when you were making dinner," she said. "That's cool," I said, watching myself sucking Layla's cock on the video. "You see how good you did that?" she said, after the point in the video where she had come in my mouth. "Yes," I said. "Do you want to watch yourself fuck my ass?" she asked. "No, I was there for that," I said, with a laugh. "Would you like to see some Manga?" she asked. I knew she was into it, so I said yes. "None of the stuff on my tablet is in English. There are some that have been translated, but not too many. This one is one of my favorites. It's called futaket color, I think. I'm not too sure on any of the names of these comics," she said. It was an erotic comic book. The dialog was written in Kanji, sometimes in balloons, sometimes not. The storyline seemed to be a girl was taken to a new school. There, she wears a garter belt and white stockings, just like Layla was wearing. Like Layla, she sports an almost constant erection. However, she also has a vagina. She spends the entire book having sex with other "futanari," just like her, almost all of them dressed the same. She has a sensitive anus, and it appears at the end of the book a futanari with the world's largest cock fixes the problem so she could appear in a gang bang of other futanari. When we were done looking at all 200 pages, she turned to another one. This one was called "Big Dick Futa". It began with a futa stroking her cock. It was small. While doing this, a male, perhaps her brother, came in and caught her. He forced her to suck his cock. After doing so, her cock grows. She jerks off, spraying the room with cum. The next sub-story has the futa being fucked by 2 older men. After they come in her, her cock grows. By the end of 100 pages, her cock is so large that it's bigger than a sofa and another futa was lounging on it. The next one was called "TS I love you," It began with pictures of a number of very large cocked shemales. and then went to a shemale having sex with a futa, a whole lot that I didn't understand, the shemale being fisted, the shemale fucking a teen boy, who also becomes a shemale, a teen boy fucking a shemale, and a lot more large cocked shemales. When we finished that one, I could feel Layla's cock against my leg. It was hard. I was a little flacid. Clearly, this had more of an effect on her than me. "I think that's enough," she said, rubbing her cock against me. "Someone's aroused," I said. "A bit. What I like about that story is that the girls are all dressed in pretty lingere," she said. "Yes, the girl's lingere was pretty," I said. "Do you feel like my cock is big enough?" she asked. "What do you mean?" I asked. "Those girls were huge. I might be long, but I'm not so thick," she said. "Those girls even make me look small," I said. "Inadequite. That's the word I'm thinking of. If I was with someone like that, I'd call my cock inadequite," she said. "Well, the teen boy was a normal size," I offered "That's true," she said. "I think we should get ready for sleep," I said. "I'm fine the way I am. I like to sleep in the nude. How about you?" she asked. "I normally wear shorts, but I'll sleep in the nude with you," I said. Layla handed me her tablet, which I put on the night stand. I turned off the lights and turned to her. We kissed. I rolled onto my side. She asked me to roll over onto my other side, so she could spoon me. I rolled onto my other side. She snuggled in behind me. She was warm and it was nice spooning. Her cock nestled between my ass cheeks. I said nothing. Exhausted, I quickly fell asleep. I woke up a short time later. Layla's cock was poking at my hole. She was sleeping. I wondered what she was dreaming about? I gave her a little space, and went back to sleep. I woke up the next morning. Layla was in the bathroom. I got up and went into the bathroom. I was disappointed to see Layla already dressed for work. I made a frown. "What's the frown for?" she asked. "We could have started the day right," I said, pointing down at my hard cock. "I could take care of that for you. I have a few minutes," she said, kneeling in front of me. It took 3 minutes. When I came, she said she tasted nothing. But, she added that wasn't unusual after being thoroughly milked the night before. She told me she had a gift for me and led me into the bedroom. Rummaging around in her gym bag, she produced a plastic thing. "What is it?" I asked, naively. "It's a chastity cage," she said. "I don't understand," I said. "It fits over your cock, and is locked with this lock. When you're wearing it, you can sit to pee, but you can't get an erection. Because of how it's shaped, you also can't masturbate," she explained. "And this is a gift for ME?" I asked incredulously "Yes. I don't want you jerking off and wasting cum when I'm not here. So, when I'm not around, you'll wear this. When I'm here, you won't," she said. "Really?" I asked. "Really. I think it's necessary. I'm sure you'd jerk off as soon as I leave today, even though I just got you off," she said. "You're right about me jerking off thinking about you," I confessed. "I can't see you tonight because I have to work, and want you eager to have sex and full of cum on Thursday night. Let me put it on you," she said. "Will anyone be able to see this through clothes?" I asked. "No, it's completely invisible. I've often worn this one myself," she said. "Ok," I said. She pulled my balls through a rubbery ring, and then pulled my flaccid cock through it. It was a little tight. She then fitted a cup-like thing around my shaft, but left space for my balls to clear the ring. A key locked the cup to the ring. There was no removing this without the key. "Now, I need to get on the road. I'll talk to you tonight," she said. "If there's an emergency, how do I get this off?" I asked. "A pair of bolt cutters to cut the ring. But, be aware, I will be very upset if my key doesn't fit the lock when I come back Thursday. That would tell me you took off this one, and then bought a new one. Your other option is to cut off your balls, but that's not really a good option. You can sit to pee. There's a hole in the cup for that," she said. "I understand," I said. She kissed me. "You're a great lover. I'm horny just thinking about Thursday," she said, as she picked up her gym bag and left.